I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

arted, but a living nightmare lay ahead.

His assets had turned to ash, and crippling debts loomed on the horizon.

Amid this economic depression, what should he do?

“Daddy…Daddy…” Shinji sobbed.

Byakuya embraced him tightly.

At least, he still had his son.

…

Kirei brought along Matou Zouken with him.

Gilgamesh cast a disgusted look and his eyes gleamed with disdain.
“In the end, you resort to using a corrupted soul? It doesn't matter.
A wicked king, a wicked general, a wicked knight, a wicked mud, and now a wicked worm.
With this, all necessary evil is complete.”

Gilgamesh commanded Assassin to immerse Matou Zouken in the black mud.

Kirei asked, “Is the Lesser Grail not required to complete the Holy Grail?”

“The substance of the Grail is embodied in this mud.
The substance is present, and all that remains is a container.
The key is no longer needed,” Gilgamesh replied.

“To bypass the Lesser Grail…
Did you uncover the flaws in the Holy Grail system, servant of the Tohsaka?” Matou Zouken queried.

But Gilgamesh only responded with a sneer of contempt.

These modern-day mortals thought they had achieved something remarkable with their magecraft, little did they know that 6,000 years ago, the magi of Sumerians had already dabbled in such practices.

It wasn't necessary to be so serious, but now that the flame had arisen, it was time to be serious.
For it was a flame that was similar yet different from him.

“Ahh…
Ahh…
This feeling…
This intense vitality…
Hahaha…
So this is it…
This is what I've been searching for…
Immortality!” Matou Zouken exclaimed, laughing heartily.

Kirei asked, “Old man, aren't you feeling unwell? If you were to be fully consumed by this mud, you would become the Grail with no freedom left to speak of.”

Matou Zouken laughed heartily, stating, “That is exactly what I desire.
Immortality…
Immortality…
Even if I am forever transformed into an object, so what? This only proves that I am immortal.
The world changes, but I am eternal! Immortality…
Hahaha!”

Kirei displayed a look of disgust.

Gilgamesh snorted, “It seems you caught the wrong person.”

Kirei showed a frustrated expression as if he was disappointed that he wouldn't get to witness the beautiful scene he had envisioned.

“So, only Saber remains,” Gilgamesh said.

“Should we proceed to pollute them? If so, leave Kiritsugu to me,” Kirei said.

“No,” Gilgamesh said, turning to Kirei.
“That pure soul has already trapped herself on a dead end.
If it's directly contaminated, there's no beauty in it.
Let her destroy herself beautifully on that dead end.
Kirei, I'm granting you a ticket to the show.”

“Oh, you're truly generous, King,” Kirei replied, though he was thinking to himself, I'd rather see you destroy yourself beautifully on a dead end.

Gilgamesh gazed at the surging black mud.
“When the Grail is complete, they will come to us.
All you have to do then is hand it over.”

“And where are you going?” Kirei asked.

Gilgamesh gave a wicked grin.
“To enjoy an even more beautiful flame.” And with that, he left.

Kirei watched Gilgamesh's departure, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Why? Why is Gilgamesh so invested in that child?”

His eyes narrowed, glinting with a dangerous light.

The black mud surged and crept into the worn-out worm, overtaking its once decrepit form.
As the mud consumed the mother's body, it continued to grow and gestate.
With a haunting cackle, the body finally gave way, collapsing and giving birth to a towering tower of black mud.

This tower burst through the roof of the Holy Church, its shadow casting a sinister aura over the sacred grounds.
The mud overflowed the land of God, spreading its filth and tainting the once pure statue of God. 

The black mud tower loomed high above the earth,

Evil had arrived!