Jobless Reincarnation: Emiya the Great Hero Must Show His True Skills

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With enough effort, it is within reach.

That person was Alexander III, the Northern God.

As the son of the second god of the North, Alexander was influenced by his father and grandmother from a young age and learned about the stories of so-called heroes and demon kings.

What my father was talking about was a little-known heroic legend called the Northern God Kalman.

What Grandma was talking about was the story of Atofi, the terrifying and immortal demon king of the Demon Continent.

Deeply influenced by the two, Alexander was born with a love for stories of heroes and demons, and fantasized about becoming an absolutely powerful being and becoming a part of the story.

Of course, what influenced Alexander the most was not the story of the hero and the demon king, which was told by his grandfather, the Northern God I, and his grandmother, the immortal demon king Atofi.

Since he was old enough to understand, what he loved and cared about most was another story, a story of a different hero who shared the same name as the Northern God Kalman.

That is the legend of the Second King of the North.

In the story, the Second King of the North embarks on a journey to make the name of the true hero, Kalman, known throughout the world, helping people and defeating powerful enemies.

His existence is by no means righteous, because he has no intention of helping others, nor does he have any desire to eradicate evil.

Although he saved others, rescued the country, and received much gratitude from humanity, that was simply a natural outcome.

Essentially, the battle of the Second Northern God was merely to spread the name of the Northern God Kalman and let the world know about the heroic tales of the Northern God.

In other words, the reason why the Northern God II fought was simply to show off his strength.

He had no reason to fight, no demon king to defeat, and could hardly be considered a hero.

But Alexander the Great considered Norseman II to be a hero.

After all, the Second Northern God was regarded as the strongest being for a long time.

That's right, the strongest being.

This is the kind of individual that Alexander aspired to be.

He did not start with the goal of becoming a hero, but ultimately became a hero admired by everyone; he was not for righteous good deeds, but ultimately became the strongest.

Alexander longed for such a existence.

So he began to imitate his father's presence from a young age.

Although Alexander II, as his father, did not approve of Alexander imitating him at all, because Alexander II believed that his previous path was wrong and not the right one.

But Alexander didn't think so. He firmly believed that his former father was the real hero and the most handsome and righteous partner in the world.

Therefore, he also hopes to become like the other person.

Every night during his childhood, he dreamed of becoming the strongest like the Second Generation, and ultimately becoming a hero.

This idea reached its zenith when Alexander discovered his talent for swordsmanship.

It was as if his dream had come true. He felt himself getting stronger little by little every day and realized that his talents were gradually being released.

This is why, unlike most people who gradually realize that heroes are just fantasies and eventually return to reality, Alexander not only did not get rid of his fantasy of being a hero, but instead became even more deeply immersed in it, in short, he became a complete chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

Of course, he is a talented but immature person, or rather, his talent is far more exaggerated than imagined.

As long as you put in enough effort, you will be able to reap the corresponding rewards.

If this is not talent, then there is no such thing as talent in the world.

He quickly became the second-best swordsman of the Northern God Style after his father, and he even believed that as long as he continued to train, he would be able to surpass his father sooner or later.

This is how things should have happened.

However, to his surprise, his father, the Second King of the Northern Gods, suddenly left without saying goodbye one day, leaving behind only a letter that allowed him to become the Third King of the Northern Gods and the King Dragon Sword that the Second King of the Northern Gods had always carried with him.

Alexander could not understand his father's actions, nor did he believe that he had surpassed his father's strength.

So he tried to find his father, but he couldn't find him no matter what he did.

In desperation, he suddenly recalled his childhood dream and the story of the Northern God Kalman II, realizing that he now possessed the ability to fulfill his childhood wish.

So he began to follow in the footsteps of the Second Northern God, hoping to accomplish the same great feat as the Second Northern God and prove that he too could become a hero like him.

In that case, perhaps one day, my father will appear before me and give me an approving look.

Alexander, thinking this, traveled from the Demon Continent to the Milis Continent, then from the Milis Continent to the Central Continent, and finally from the Central Continent to the Becarit Continent…

He went through many adventures and accomplished many heroic deeds like the Second King of the North, saving people from suffering.

Countless people looked at him with admiration, gratitude, and respect.

Alexander became even more convinced that he was right, and that if he continued like this, sooner or later he would be able to become a hero like his father, or even surpass him.

His journey eventually led him to the labyrinthine city of Lapon.

As before, his instinct was to destroy the labyrinth infested with monsters, thus preventing the threatening monsters from harming innocent people.

Although he did all this not for justice, but to fulfill his own desire to become a hero, he did not think there was anything wrong with his ideas, and they have indeed made him who he is today.

However, the complexity of the labyrinth city far exceeded his imagination. Even with the name of the Northern God and the King Dragon Sword, he could not conquer the labyrinth alone.

Just then, he met the boy named Shirou.

The moment Alexander saw the other person, he realized that the other person was someone who shared the same color as him.

If this were a heroic tale from the story of the Northern God, then the other person would definitely be one's partner, an important figure who could help one become a hero.

Alexander thus joined forces with Shirou and became even more convinced of his judgment.

If it were Shirou, he would definitely understand me and become my partner...

Alexander held this idea and persisted in believing it until the very end.

however.

Pain emanated from every part of the body, each nerve seemed to scream in agony, describing the intense stimulation of being on the verge of snapping.

My vision was obscured by blood, making it impossible to see the road ahead. My ears were ringing, and my throbbing brain felt like a blender, vibrating incessantly.

This was the first time in Alexander's life that he had been in such a situation.

As the wielder of the Wanglong Sword, he had never been put in such a predicament in his life, and he never believed that he would be made to look like this.

But the reality was that he was defeated and suffered a miserable defeat.

Moreover, the one who defeated him was none other than Shirou, whom he had originally believed could understand him and become his partner.

He really wanted to ask a question—

why?

Why can't you understand my thoughts?

Why are you unwilling to be a partner of justice? Why are you unwilling to be my partner?

Alexander forced himself to stand up in pain; even for an undead, the pain he felt at that moment was almost unbearable.

Torn by both physical and mental anguish, Alexander was consumed by an unspeakable rage.

I cannot accept this outcome.

He was clearly the hero, the partner of justice, so how could he lose to the henchmen of evil?

A hero never loses.

Even if we are shattered to pieces, we will rise from the ground and launch another challenge against the evil!

In that instant, intense rage made Alexander unwilling to stop, even as he felt intense pain in his body. He swung his greatsword with all his might.

I cannot accept it, I cannot agree with it, and I do not want to admit defeat.

With all these emotions culminating in the final moment, he gripped the sword tightly, gathered all his strength, and lowered his back deeply.

He wanted to unleash everything within himself, whether it was his anger or his resentment at defeat, he had to make the person before him taste it, taste his pain.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

At the moment Alexander gathered the power of the Dragon King Sword, Shirou immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Some terrible danger is approaching.

Therefore, while he had Paul and the others hide behind him, he projected the Seven-Layered Heavenly Covering Ring to block all the wind pressure and gravity ripples from the outside.

Even so, the palpitation that felt like death was imminent still hadn't disappeared.

The terror of near-death experiences continues.

We cannot back down here. If we don't give it our all, we will really die!

The moment Shirou had this thought, he no longer hesitated and decisively abandoned the release of the Sevenfold Ring of Blazing Heaven, instead gripping Excalibur tightly in both hands.

He recalled the way King Arthur, Artoria, used this weapon, raising the sword higher and higher above her head, gradually unleashing the power within the holy sword.

Two extremely terrifying forces thus began to coalesce deep within the labyrinth.

Alexander's Dragon Sword, and Shirou's Excalibur.

The two holy swords are each generating their most exaggerated vortexes of power, and are about to engage in a world-destroying collision to determine the final victor.

Alexander was the first to act.

He raised the Wanglong Sword high above his head and shouted:

"Right hand on the sword."

"Left hand on the sword."

As the sound faded, the magic of the entire labyrinth seemed to tremble as if from the depths of an empty valley, and the deathly stillness before a storm enveloped everything.

The next instant, a vortex of energy began to surge forth, accompanied by a deafening roar that nearly tore everything apart.

"By bringing these two arms together, I will annihilate the life of all things in the universe and grant them a unique death."

Alexander held the Dragon King Sword in a high stance and declared with his last strength: "I am the Northern God, Alexander Rebek."

"This is the ultimate strike!"

As Alexander's voice faded, gravity magic had completely reversed the gravity of the entire labyrinth, causing people and objects to float in mid-air.

The only ones still standing in place were Alexander himself and Shirou.

Yes, after gathering the power of Excalibur, Shirou received the sword's blessing, thus completely ignoring Alexander's gravity magic.

At this moment, he even felt as if he wasn't holding the sword, but rather as if the holy sword itself was controlling him.

The power of Excalibur is beyond imagination; it contains abilities that even Shirou himself cannot fully control.

He didn't know what that power was, nor did he want to know.

For him, there is only one thing to do now: to unleash the full power of the Holy Sword to protect the people he wants to protect.

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur)!"

When Shirou swung his sword, a dazzling light appeared deep within the dark labyrinth.

The blinding light, like a torrent, rushed toward Alexander, who was holding the Dragon King Sword, at an extreme speed and with exaggerated fluctuations.

In the instant he faced this torrent of light, Alexander's decisive strike with the Dragon King Sword was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Too dim, with no light whatsoever.

Until the moment the light struck him, Alexander seemed not to have realized what he was witnessing.

And what kind of immense power he was facing.

At this moment, he finally woke up from his heroic illusion and was instantly brought back to reality from his childhood fantasy of heroism.

He was keenly aware that he was neither a hero nor could he become one.

Because fragile humanity is destined to be unable to overcome the terrifying wall.

Even if an ant tries its best, it will be difficult to reach the boundless starry sky.

In that instant, Alexander lost.

Not only did they suffer a physical defeat, but they also lost completely in spirit.

They lost everything.

"boom!"

After the torrent passed, a huge chasm appeared deep within the transfer labyrinth, covering half of the labyrinth, just like the Holy Sword Avenue on the continent of Milis, becoming an indelible mark.

Chapter 340 The Grellat family reunites! Shirou is listed on the stone tablets of the seven great powers!