Fang Mo didn’t stay in Fuyuki City for long.
With his intervention, the Holy Grail War had reached a perfect conclusion. No one, except for a few deranged villains, had died, and everyone had found their happiness. Even the world itself seed to have beco a better place.
The story had co to the most ideal ending, so Fang Mo no longer had a reason to stick around.
After modifying the leyline system in Fuyuki City to provide the Heroic Spirits with the magical energy they needed to sustain their existence, he left.
Upon leaving the Type-Moon Earth, Fang Mo quickly sought out Heroic Spirit Emiya. After a brief conversation, he inford Emiya that the situation had been taken care of and asked if he wanted to return to Fuyuki City to live.
However, Heroic Spirit Emiya declined the offer.
“I think I’ll pass,” Emiya said, shaking his head slowly. “I’ve served the Counter Force as a guardian for so long that I’ve almost forgotten who I am. As for the Shirou Emiya in Fuyuki… one of him is enough.”
“Then where would you like to go?” Fang Mo asked curiously.
“I owe you a huge debt for freeing from the Counter Force,” Emiya replied thoughtfully. “You’ve expressed interest in studying the Throne of Heroes system. If there’s anything else you need from , just say the word.”
“So you’re saying you want to work for ?” Fang Mo mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I have to warn you, working for might be worse than working for the Counter Force.”
“Because of the headaches? Like Rin Tohsaka?” Emiya asked, still unaware of the gravity of the situation.
“No, because it will completely destroy your worldview,” Fang Mo said with a shake of his head.
“My worldview has long been shattered,” Emiya replied with a self-deprecating smile. “I once even considered going back in ti to kill my younger self. What could possibly be worse than that?”
“Alright, how about I ask you a question?” Fang Mo suggested after a mont.
“A question?” Emiya asked, intrigued.
“Yeah, it’s just a trolley problem,” Fang Mo shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a multiple-choice question, so all you need to do is tell your choice.”
“Fine, go ahead.”
Emiya smiled, confident in his ability to handle it. He had faced this moral dilemma countless tis and had already made peace with his answer.
“So, in front of you is a trolley. If you pull the lever, it will kill one person; if you don’t, it will kill five. Now, do you...” Fang Mo began slowly, “A. Scream at the injustice and run away. B. Do nothing because you believe there’s no such thing as morality. C. Pull the lever only to realize it’s actually a toilet plunger.”
“???”
Emiya’s confident smile froze on his face.
“Wait a minute...” After a brief hesitation, Emiya couldn’t help but ask, “Why are all the options about not pulling the lever?”
“Exactly,” Fang Mo shrugged. “Feeling like your worldview is starting to crumble yet?”
“Wait, but that’s...”
“You thought you could at least minimize the loss, ntally prepared to sacrifice a few to save the many. But in the end, you realize you can’t change anything, and that’s where the pain begins,” Fang Mo interrupted, spreading his hands. “Even if you pulled the lever, you’d feel guilt for killing one person, because your concept of justice involves saving everyone. But you can’t, and no one can.”
“So what would you do?” Emiya couldn’t help but ask. “If it were you, which option would you choose?”
“I’d choose D!” Fang Mo exclaid, his eyes gleaming with excitent. “I’d frantically shake the lever, letting the trolley randomly kill whoever! In response to chaos, we should respond with chaos! Let the indescribable chaos decide humanity’s fate!” ṙÀΝ𝔬ᛒÈš
“...”
Emiya was utterly dumbfounded.
“So, how about it?” Fang Mo asked, grinning. “Has your worldview been shattered yet?”
“I... I think I won’t work for you after all,” Emiya said, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Sorry, I was too hasty earlier.”
“No worries.” Fang Mo didn’t seem particularly bothered, as if he had expected this result. He chuckled and said, “Since you don’t want to return to Fuyuki or work for , how about I give you a new identity? All you need to do is live in a new world.”
“A new identity?” Emiya asked, puzzled. “What do you an?”
“Oh, I’m planning to create my own Throne of Heroes,” Fang Mo explained. “Though it’s more like an independent dinsion than the Throne of Heroes you know. It’s similar to Earth, just with a few differences. I’d like you to be a pioneer there, helping refine the system.”
“I see,” Emiya nodded, starting to understand. “So you want to be your first Heroic Spirit, live in that world, and help you perfect the system?”
“Exactly!” Fang Mo nodded enthusiastically. “But you can’t stay as Shirou Emiya. You’ll need to beco a new Heroic Spirit of my creation. Don’t worry, I’ll give you the necessary background information for your new identity.”
“And what would that identity be?” Emiya asked out of curiosity.
“A great man nad Orga who looks very much like you,” Fang Mo said solemnly. “He was steadfast in his beliefs, sacrificing everything to protect his family. He believed that if people keep moving forward, they will eventually see the flower of hope.”
“He sounds like a decent person,” Emiya thought for a mont and then nodded in agreent. “Alright, I’ll accept it. I may not be able to work for you like I did for the Counter Force, but I’ll take on the na Orga and be the first Heroic Spirit in your new system.”
“Great! The contract is sealed!” Fang Mo exclaid. “Whoever breaks the contract has to work as a servant for a thousand years in the past!”
“Uh... okay.” Emiya suddenly felt a chill, a vague sense of foreboding. But by now, it was too late to back out, so he reluctantly agreed. “Contract sealed...”
After settling things with Emiya, Fang Mo quickly took him to Night City and arranged a place for him to stay. Then, Fang Mo turned his attention to other matters.
As ntioned earlier, he wanted to integrate modern civilization into the "White Land." However, managing billions of people required soone with exceptional planning skills, and most of those qualified were in Night City.
For instance, two of Fang Mo’s key AI administrators—Ultron and the Supre Intelligence of the Kree—were there.
Fang Mo shared his vision with them and instructed them to gather the city’s leaders to draft several plans. Since creating a plan for integrating billions of people would take ti, Fang Mo decided not to wait around and moved on to another task.
Creating the Kichiku Universe was a personal side project for Fang Mo, but his main mission remained finding a way ho. He knew how to prioritize his tasks.
With that in mind, he sought out the Sorcerer Supre, who was relaxing and having tea.
“Hey, taking a break, I see,” Fang Mo greeted as he poured himself a cup of tea. “Got so ti to help with sothing?”
“What now?” Ancient One asked, her relaxed expression turning wary the mont she saw him.
“Oh, nothing major,” Fang Mo said, explaining his idea. “I’ve found a few things in other worlds that can grant wishes, and I want to create a real wish-granting machine. You’re pretty knowledgeable, so I thought you could help with the design.”
“You want to create a wish-granting machine?” Ancient One raised an eyebrow. “You’re a dinsional god in your own world. If you wanted, even the Infinity Gauntlet wouldn’t work there. Why do you need a wish machine?”
“It’s not for use in my own world. It’s for elsewhere,” Fang Mo replied, shaking his head. “I’ve got a general plan in mind, but you’re full of good ideas. Even if you’re a bit stingy, you’re smart. So, help out?”
“Is that supposed to be a complint?” Ancient One’s face darkened.
“Well, what do you expect?” Fang Mo shrugged, threatening her lightly. “If you don’t help, I know plenty of people who will. Wanda’s chaos magic is pretty high-level, isn’t it? When I go back to the Marvel Universe, I could invite her and maybe beat up Strange until he begs for rcy, then drag him into helping too.”
“All you ever do is threaten with Strange,” Ancient One muttered.
“I’ve brought you a gift, too.” Fang Mo gestured toward the planet far off in the sky. “I went to a universe called Type-Moon, and their magic system is pretty interesting. Since you like studying mysterious stuff, I figured it’d make a nice gift. You can research it when you have ti.”
“I do enjoy studying these things,” Ancient One admitted. “But have you considered that I have limited ti and energy? I haven’t even finished studying the ring you gave last ti.”
At that, Ancient One raised her hand, revealing the ring sealing the Second Apostle, Hilder.
“Is Arad’s magic that difficult?” Fang Mo asked, puzzled. “It’s just a bunch of basic elental spells, right? Things like black holes and ice walls. I’m pretty sure other worlds have similar systems.”
“Elental manipulation is simple. The real challenge is studying ti-space magic, particularly teleportation magic,” Ancient One explained. “There’s also forbidden research on puppetry and soul magic. Plus, there’s so advanced magitech involving the use of natural energy to power machinery.”
“Oh, I see,” Fang Mo said, nodding in understanding. “Totally lost there.”
“You don’t seem to understand at all,” Ancient One sighed, shaking her head.
“Honestly, does it matter?” Fang Mo shrugged. “It’s not like I need to understand everything. I’ve got you, right?”
Ancient One sighed again, clearly realizing the conversation wasn’t going anywhere productive.
“Well, what about that ninja scroll I gave you? You know, the one on the chakra system? Did you at least figure that out?” Fang Mo asked, changing the subject.
“I’ve pretty much figured that out,” Ancient One nodded.
“Ninjutsu includes a technique called the Shadow Clone Jutsu,” Fang Mo suggested. “If you’re feeling overwheld by all the things you need to research, why not try using that? It’ll boost your efficiency by a hundred tis, at least. With your talent, you could probably master entire magic systems in a few days.”
“You said you’d make things easier for when you convinced to join you,” Ancient One said, her face turning pale at the ntion of shadow clones. “Not bombard with more responsibilities.”
“I’m just in a hurry, that’s all,” Fang Mo replied. “You’ve known long enough to know I can’t sit still. Now that I’m back, I’ve got a ton of things to get done.”
“I see.” Ancient One thought for a mont and stood up. “Fine, follow .”
“Huh?” Fang Mo looked puzzled but followed her anyway.
They walked through a courtyard until Ancient One opened a wooden door. As they stepped through, Fang Mo found himself inside a massive library filled with countless books on various subjects. The shelves were lined with texts on Kamar-Taj magic, abyssal magic, kidō, ninjutsu, and even ancient magic from Terra.
Many of these books appeared to be handwritten by Ancient One herself.
“If you’re really in such a rush, I recomnd you teach yourself,” Ancient One said, handing him a book. Fang Mo glanced at the cover and saw the title, “Dinsional Godhood for Beginners.”
“???”
Fang Mo stared at the book, dumbfounded. “…Did you write this specifically for ?”
As he flipped through the pages, he realized they were filled with fundantal knowledge that he was mostly unfamiliar with.
“You’re a god of the multiverse now. It wouldn’t hurt you to read up on the basics,” Ancient One advised. “Stop spending all your ti reading those adult comics. Even Ultron ntioned that your requests have been getting weirder lately, and he’s an AI.”
“Lies! Who says I read adult comics?” Fang Mo exclaid in a flustered manner. “The comics I read only have minors in them—how could that be called adult material!?”
“And that’s why the White Land has no FBI,” Ancient One retorted.
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