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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [250]

“Sydonay, why have you come here? I don’t recall asking Thousand Changes for help.”

Friagne, slightly recovered now, steadied his breathing and questioned the suited, cigarette-smoking man beside him.

Though genuinely grateful that this man had saved his life, Friagne’s confusion was also entirely sincere.

This seemingly carefree man, like the previously commissioned S...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [249]

Boom—!

Shirou Emiya ran like a phantom through the empty streets.

He had already realized—this was no longer Misaki City.

Misaki wasn’t a large city to begin with. When he and Shana had searched for Friagne, they had nearly scoured it end to end.
Most places remained vivid in his memory. He wasn’t the sort to forget a landscape after so short a time.

...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [248]

Shirou Emiya was like a meat grinder—frenzied sword strikes exploded from his body like a storm, shredding every Rinne around him.

In this situation, the snarling, clawing Rinne couldn’t even get close to him.

Boom—!

In just a short span, nearly all the numerous Rinne were annihilated, their ashes drifting within this halted barrier.

The few remaining Rinn...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [247]

“All for the Master!”

“Kill that human!”

“Don’t let him escape!”

These high-level Rinne, whether in craftsmanship or battle prowess, were incomparable to the decrepit dolls Shirou Emiya had encountered before.

In speed, strength, and defense—they vastly surpassed those lesser Rinne who had previously devoured humans. But that wasn’t even the main issue....

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [246]

“Who are you?”

Shirou Emiya quickly halted his steps—not running on ordinary streets, but darting between rooftops.

For someone to appear here like this, Shirou couldn't simply believe this was just an ordinary old man.

Especially one deliberately standing in his way.

“To be honest, I’m quite surprised to meet a human like you.”

The elderly man spoke ca...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [245]

We must rewind ten minutes before—

“So, you’re the Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Hunter?”

Margery eyed Shana skeptically, inspecting her with vague interest.

Though she had lived a very long time, Margery had never personally met the legendary Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Hunter. All she knew were secondhand tales and whispered rumors.

Of course, she knew quite clearly ...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [244]

“That brat is definitely not your average human…”

Leaning against a nearby wall stood a tall man with platinum-blonde hair slicked neatly back, clad in a dark suit and sunglasses. A cigarette burned at his lips, releasing murky rings of purple smoke spiraling upward lazily.

He watched the unfolding battle before him with marked interest.

“When will I finally get my han...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [243]

“———”

Alastor abruptly halted mid-sentence, as if sensing something unexpected.

Shana swiftly turned her head, staring sharply into the distance.

“Another Flame Haze has arrived,” Alastor quickly judged, responding to the aura he had just sensed.

Hum—!

A tremor passed through the air, rippling invisibly like waves spreading across a pond’...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [242]

“But the fact that it hasn’t happened yet—doesn’t that mean Friagne hasn’t completed this technique?”

Shirou Emiya questioned Shana in return. If Friagne’s Devouring the City had already been established, Shana wouldn’t even have had the chance to notice something like this.

A Crimson Lord famed for cunning wouldn’t wait patiently, holding back while givin...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [241]

“When concentrated, Power of Existence will snowball, growing bigger and denser, until eventually there isn't a single human left in the city.”

Alastor’s deep voice resonated with gravity as he explained this to Shana.

“This forbidden method is known as ‘Devouring the City.’”

“Not only this city—the high concentration of Power of Existence p...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [240]

“Do you have an Unrestricted Spell that can track Friagne?”

After weaving through various streets across the city, Shirou Emiya returned to the rooftop, asking Shana, who’d been surveying the surroundings all this time. Wandering aimlessly like this was no solution. Searching for a Crimson Lord hiding among a sprawling sea of humans was impossible.

Not to mention, Fri...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [239]

On the street, Shana walked behind Shirou Emiya, sulking.

She had lost. Lost to a human. Lost to a human who hadn’t even fought with his full strength.

Shana replayed the battle in her mind. It wasn’t as if she had fought at her full power either—many of her Unrestricted Spells had gone unused.

But in a real fight, no one would ever give her the chance to unleas...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [238]

Facing Shana’s terrifying charge, blazing aura surging around her, Shirou Emiya’s expression did not waver in the slightest.

It was as if he had already foreseen this moment—knew that, after her flaming claw had been severed, she would launch this exact assault.

On his face, there was only calm—an unshakable, wordless calm.

Mana surged through his body. A brown longbow...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [237]

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The fierce clashes rang through the air again and again—not only sending sparks flying, but making the very air around them tremble.

It was clear that, in terms of raw power, Shana, as a Flame Haze, far surpassed Shirou Emiya.
Each impact, each vibration, was enough to prove her strength.

Yet Shirou blocked them all—easily.

He ...

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Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [236]

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! I’m going to kill you!!!!!”

After finishing breakfast, Shana’s mind cleared up considerably. As she looked at Shirou Emiya, who was tidying up the dishes and putting away his bedding, she suddenly remembered exactly what had just transpired.

A burst of vivid crimson flames erupted from her body, and everything around her instantly froze—except for Shirou Em...

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Please, Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes! [65]

This was the greatest strike Rovi had ever unleashed using Ea alone.

Without Gilgamesh’s assistance, without Enkidu’s cooperation, without even the support of all Uruk, this strike manifested solely by himself.

Naturally, its scale couldn’t match that day he’d faced down the gods.

Yet, due to the special environment, the actual effect wasn't any weaker—in fact, preci...

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Please, Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes! [64]

“Eh—!?”

Hand slapped away, Ishtar-Rin stiffened slightly—not only because her hidden intentions were exposed, but because she truly was scared.

Did she just get…rejected?

“It's alright.” Surprisingly, Rovi didn’t pull away as she’d expected. Instead, he leaned down slightly, gently stroking the goddess’s head. Silky black hair slid softly between his finger...

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Please, Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes! [63]

The moment his eyes met those of the Primordial Mother Goddess lasted merely an instant—so fleeting that Rovi almost believed it an illusion.

Yet he was certain—it absolutely wasn’t a hallucination.

Tiamat…

Was staring solely at him.

Is it because I "killed" the gods? Because the curse of the gods clings to me?

Only these possibilities came to mind...

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Please, Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes! [62]

In the Imaginary Number Sea, Shamash and the gods had already exhausted everything they had to halt Tiamat’s advance.

But after an entire month, the Primordial Mother of the Chaotic Ocean finally broke through their blockade, tore open a rift in the world, and stepped into reality.

The difference in strength was simply too vast.

Frankly, Rovi was already astonished they'd ma...

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Please, Let Me Ascend to the Throne of Heroes! [61]

Rovi was still working.

Yet as the system grew ever more refined, his workload steadily shrank. More and more people joined the decision-making hierarchy, and numerous talents emerged.

The transformation was slow but persistent.

Guided by Rovi's own hands, Uruk gradually evolved from a primitive city-state into a vast bureaucratic empire.

For Rovi, this was unquestionabl...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [40]

In this attempted murder, neither the culprit nor the victim won.

And yet, somehow, Shōichi stood alone as the victor.

Just moments after Matsumoto Kiyonaga of the MPD began investigating him, Matsumoto’s daughter was poisoned by her own fiancé and barely survived.

If that wasn’t a warning, what was?

Even Conan, who had pieced together the truth, found himself doub...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [39]

Conan froze.

Then, forcing himself to recover, he quickly assessed the situation.
Whether he’d tranquilized Sonoko or Inspector Megure didn’t matter—the deduction had to continue.

Adjusting his bowtie voice changer, he switched to Megure’s voice and cleared his throat.

“Actually,” ‘Inspector Megure’ said evenly, “Nagamune was right. Sayuri-san rea...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [38]

By the time Matsumoto Kiyonaga reached the room, Toshihiko was already kneeling helplessly beside Sayuri, his face pale with panic.
Shōichi stood off to the side, silent, his expression calm—almost indifferent.

He looked as though none of this concerned him.

Matsumoto shoved Toshihiko aside and knelt down, staring at his unconscious daughter.

Forensic Officer Nagamune im...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [37]

“Aren’t you going to take us to see the bride?”

Shōichi and the others stood in the hallway, watching Toshihiko hesitate as if frozen before the door. No one could understand why a groom would be so reluctant to see his own bride.

Toshihiko glanced nervously toward the room. “Administrator Matsumoto just went in. Let’s wait a bit.”

Seeing that tall, imposing figur...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [36]

“Investigating me? Why?”

“Oh, just to see if I’ve murdered anyone? That’s fine then. Just don’t look into anything else.”

“But really, the MPD people have no manners—starting an investigation without even informing me first?”

Shōichi hung up the phone, visibly annoyed.

No manners at all. Investigating me for murder without a single heads-up… and af...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [35]

“Satō, how could you…”

“I’m sorry.” Satō scratched her head awkwardly.

The incident at dinner still weighed on her. She’d felt powerless, unable to stop Shōichi from preying on others—and before she knew it, she’d drunk a full cup of alcohol.

But drinking was drinking. There was no excuse.

Miyamoto Yumi gently rested a hand on her shoulder, wordlessl...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [34]

Bang!

Satō slammed her glass down hard on the table.

Everyone turned to look at her.

Fujiwara Nao felt his chest tighten.

What now—still not satisfied?

Too much. This was too much.

Even a clay figurine has limits—she was pushing him past his.

If the price dropped any lower, he wouldn’t even be able to pay off his father’s debts.

...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [33]

Inside a white Mercedes-Benz.

Fujiwara Nao couldn’t sit still. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.

“Calm down! Your father just died—this family still needs you to keep it together!” Mrs. Fujiwara snapped.

“How am I supposed to calm down?!”

Nao slammed on the brakes outside a café, jumped out, and lit a cigarette with shaking hands, dragging furious...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [32]

“You!”

To the already furious Satō, Shōichi’s calm tone was like pouring gasoline on open flames.

And Forensic Examiner Nagamune, ever loyal, helpfully tossed in a match.

“Inspector Satō, as I said, you need to trust the professionals. Even if you don’t believe my forensic analysis, surely you believe Mr. Mouri Kogoro—Tokyo’s most famous detective?”

Sh...

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Detective Conan: Becoming a Tycoon in Tokyo! [31]

“There’s a large amount of waterweed clutched in the victim’s hands, and mud and sand under his nails—signs he instinctively grabbed at them as he drowned,” the forensic examiner reported.

“Also, there was a heavy object tied to his waist, but his hands were free. That clearly proves it was suicide,” Forensic Examiner Nagamune concluded confidently.

As far as professio...

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