Bab 43: Unnamed
VECTOR 44
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Accelerator and Rin parted ways, with Rin heading back to the Tohsaka mansion while Accelerator wandered aimlessly around the town. He had no real interest in this Holy Grail War, and as far as he was concerned, the other participants could come to him if they wanted a fight. He had no qualms about dealing with them on his own terms.
The streets gradually emptied as the evening wore on. Accelerator looked around and sighed loudly, feeling a twinge of annoyance. He called out to the person hiding behind a post. "You can come out now," he said, his voice tinged with irritation.
A small figure stepped out from behind the post, revealing a white-haired loli with a smug grin on her face. It was Illya, the girl he had encountered before. Accelerator's gaze hardened, and he asked, "What do you want now? If you're here to fight, there's no guarantee your servant will leave alive."
Illya pouted but didn't seem intimidated. "I'm not here to fight," she replied, surprising him. "I just want to talk."
"Talk?" Accelerator repeated, his irritation growing. "Fine, but make it quick."
Illya started narrating her story, her voice taking on a wistful tone. She spoke of her birth, her upbringing in the Einzbern family, and the expectations placed upon her as a vessel for the Holy Grail. She mentioned her father, Kiritsugu Emiya, who had left her to raise another child, Shirou, the source of her deep-seated resentment.
"I was supposed to be special," Illya said, her voice trembling slightly. "But he abandoned me, choosing to raise that worthless boy instead. Do you know how that feels?"
Accelerator half-heartedly nodded, barely listening. "Yeah, yeah, tragic backstory, got it."
Illya continued, seemingly oblivious to his lack of interest. She detailed her training, the isolation she felt, and the hatred that grew within her towards Shirou. Her voice grew more impassioned as she spoke, and for a moment, Accelerator found himself almost paying attention. Almost.
Finally, Illya finished her tale, letting out a huge sigh, probably relieved to have gotten all of that off her chest. She looked at Accelerator expectantly, waiting for his reaction.
"Well?" she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation. "What do you think?"
Accelerator smiled gently, a rare sight that might have given Illya a glimmer of hope. "It was horrible," he said bluntly. "I could care less about your story. I just wanted a peaceful walk, and you ruined it."
Illya's face fell, but she quickly recovered, her expression turning defiant. "You're such a jerk!"
"Yeah, and you're a brat," Accelerator retorted, rolling his eyes. "What did you expect? A shoulder to cry on? Go find someone else to spill your sob story to."
Illya's eyes narrowed, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away, her head held high. Accelerator watched her go, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Kids these days," he muttered to himself, resuming his aimless wandering.
He continued down the now-empty streets, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. It seemed that no matter where he went, he couldn't escape the drama and complications of this Holy Grail War. But if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he wasn't going to let anyone disrupt his peace for long.
As he walked, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "What a night," he said to himself, finally feeling a sense of calm wash over him. "Here's to hoping for a quieter tomorrow."
In the Tohsaka Mansion, Accelerator sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the system panel before him. He observed the rewards that had been given to him for saving the cursed children. Among the various rewards, one in particular caught his eye: *Limitless.* He had received this reward days ago, but in the chaos of recent events, he had nearly forgotten about it. Now, his curiosity was piqued, and he decided to finally claim it.
As soon as he accepted the reward, a surge of information flooded his mind. It took several seconds for him to process it all, and when he finally emerged from his trance, he was left astounded. The new power he had acquired was beyond anything he had imagined.
Accelerator's expertise in mathematics had always centered around vectors, but this new ability introduced him to the concepts of convergence and divergence. With his exceptional mental capacity, he could handle the massive influx of information without any difficulty. His brain, a supercomputer in its own right, easily adapted to the new calculations.
"Infinity, huh?" Accelerator muttered to himself as he experimented with the power. He visualized the concept and applied it to his body. Instantly, an invisible barrier formed around him, making the distance between him and anything else effectively infinite. This created an ultimate defense that was even more convenient than his reflection ability, as it didn't require constant vector calculations.
"This is… incredible," Accelerator thought, a rare smile forming on his lips. The applications of *Limitless* seemed boundless. He could do more than just create an infinite barrier; he could also manipulate space. Folding space, similar to the abilities of Teleporter Espers in his original world, was now within his grasp.
To test this newfound power, Accelerator folded the space between his current location and Rin's room, instantly transporting himself there. What greeted him was an unexpected sight—a blessing, in his opinion. Rin was in the midst of changing into her uniform, clad only in her mature underwear. The scene was undeniably erotic, and Accelerator couldn't help but appreciate it.
"Wow," he commented, his voice dripping with amusement. "I have to say, Rin, your thighs are really the best. The way those stockings wrap around them is so sexy."
Rin's face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she stuttered, trying to find her voice. Finally, she managed to release a loud, "Get out!"
Accelerator chuckled, enjoying her reaction. "Hey, don't blame me. You should thank my new ability for the accidental visit."
"Get out, you pervert!" Rin shouted, her embarrassment quickly turning to anger as she grabbed the nearest object—a pillow—and hurled it at him.
Accelerator deftly dodged the pillow, his grin never fading. "Alright, alright, I'm going. Just thought I'd check on my lovely Master."
With that, he folded the space once more, disappearing from Rin's room and reappearing back in his own. The image of Rin's flustered expression lingered in his mind, bringing a rare sense of amusement to his otherwise stoic demeanor.
"Limitless," he mused, staring at his hands. "This power… it's going to be fun."
As he sat back on his bed, he couldn't help but think about the potential of his new ability. The possibilities were endless, and with the Holy Grail War still unfolding, he knew this power would be a game-changer. The next time he faced a servant, they wouldn't know what hit them.
In the living room, Accelerator sprawled out on the sofa, one leg propped up on the armrest, a can of coffee in his hand. Rin stood in front of him, hands on her hips, her face a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"I can't believe you just barged into my room like that!" she scolded, her voice escalating with every word. "Do you have any idea how inappropriate that was?"
Accelerator took a sip of his coffee, eyes half-lidded and completely uninterested. He tuned out her tirade, letting her words wash over him like background noise. It wasn't until she mentioned something that caught his attention that he perked up.
"If you're going to do something like that," Rin continued, her voice dropping to a more shameful tone, "then at least warn me first."
Accelerator's ears pricked up, and he grinned mischievously. "Oh? Are you basically inviting me, Rin?"
Rin's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and she spluttered, struggling to find the right words. "W-What? No! That's not what I meant!"
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the grin never leaving his face. "You know, you're making it really hard to believe otherwise. If you keep talking like that, I might just take you up on your offer."
Rin glared at him, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. "I didn't mean it like that, you pervert! I just… I thought it would be better if…"
"If what?" Accelerator interrupted, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. "If I give you a heads-up so you can prepare yourself? That's adorable, Rin."
Rin groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Why do I even bother with you?"
Accelerator chuckled, enjoying every second of this. "Because deep down, you love it. You love the thrill, the banter. Admit it, Tohsaka."
Rin dropped her hands and shot him a fierce glare. "You're impossible."
"And you're adorable when you're flustered," he shot back.
Rin huffed, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. "Fine, forget it. Just… how did you teleport to my room, anyway?"
Accelerator was about to explain, but a quest panel suddenly appeared before his eyes, the system interface blocking out everything else. He blinked in surprise, then let out a frustrated sigh. "Oh, shit."
Before Rin or Archer could react, Accelerator's body flickered and vanished, leaving an empty spot on the sofa. Rin and Archer exchanged puzzled glances, Rin's anger temporarily forgotten.
"What just happened?" Rin asked, bewildered.
Archer shrugged. "It seems our friend has some business to attend to."
Meanwhile, Accelerator found himself in a completely different location, the details of the new quest flashing in front of him. He muttered under his breath, "Great. Just when things were getting interesting."
Back in the mansion, Rin sat down heavily on the sofa, still trying to process the sudden disappearance. "What is with that guy?"
Archer, ever the observer, gave a small, amused smile. "He's certainly… unique."
Rin couldn't help but agree, even if it was grudgingly. "Yeah, unique is one way to put it."
As they settled into an uneasy silence, Rin found herself thinking about Accelerator's words. Despite his teasing and provocations, there was an undeniable chemistry between them. She couldn't deny that, even if she wanted to. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was looking forward to seeing what would happen next.
Accelerator found himself suddenly dropped into an unfamiliar world, the bustling sounds of a city hitting his ears immediately. The streets were lively with merchants hawking their wares and people going about their daily routines. But before he could make sense of his surroundings, a system panel abruptly appeared in front of him, the familiar and detested interface glowing with a message:
[Congratulations! Due to your significant achievements in the previous world, you have been granted a special bonus reward!]
"What the hell is this now?" Accelerator muttered, his eyes narrowing at the panel. Without any warning, memories began to flood his mind—memories that weren't his, but somehow felt as real as if he'd lived them himself.
Two years of playing a game called *Yggdrasil*. His character was a Nephalem—an entity born from the fusion of angelic and demonic bloodlines. The design was eerily similar to his own appearance, except for the massive, dark platinum wings that radiated a crimson aura, and a shining white halo floating above his head. He remembered the satisfaction of creating and playing this character, the thrill of joining a guild called Ainz Ooal Gown, and even the bond he formed with its members.
Alongside a player named Tabula Smaragdina, he had crafted one of the most formidable NPCs within the guild—a being named Rubedo, who was perhaps stronger than many guild members themselves. Of course he also helped Tabula create the other two sisters with the help of his supercomputer brain. Memories of battles, victories, and the camaraderie of guild life played out in his mind as if they were scenes from a vivid dream.
The memories merged seamlessly into his consciousness, and when they finally settled, Accelerator stood there, scowling at the system panel. "What kind of stupid reward is this?" he shouted, drawing the attention of passersby. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these memories? I don't need this garbage!"
His outburst echoed through the streets, causing a few people to give him wary looks before hastily moving on. Accelerator didn't care. The system had dropped him into yet another world, and instead of giving him something useful, it burdened him with pointless memories of a game. What was the point of all this?
As he continued cursing under his breath, a luxurious carriage, adorned with the crest of nobility, rolled to a stop beside him. The ornate vehicle was an odd contrast to the otherwise modest surroundings of the street. The door of the carriage creaked open, revealing a young girl with golden hair, her face framed by delicate features. She looked at Accelerator with an amused smile, her eyes sharp and calculating.
For a moment, there was silence. Accelerator glared at the girl, already irritated by the system's stunt, and now this interruption. "What are you staring at, princess?" he snarked, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
The girl, unfazed by his tone, continued to smile. "I couldn't help but notice your... outburst," she said in a voice that was far too calm for Accelerator's liking. "You seem lost, and perhaps a bit out of place. Would you care for a ride? It's not every day that one encounters someone with such... colorful language in the middle of the streets."
Accelerator's eyes narrowed at the offer. He didn't trust her, not for a second. But he also wasn't in the mood to wander aimlessly in a world he knew nothing about. And there was something about her that piqued his interest, though it irritated him to admit it.
"Tsk, fine," he said, reluctantly stepping toward the carriage. "Shrewd woman
The girl's smile widened as she gestured for him to enter. "What an honor," she replied, her tone laced with something that made Accelerator's instincts flare up. He didn't know what game she was playing, but he'd already decided that if things went south, he'd just tear his way out of it like always.
As the carriage door closed behind him, Accelerator couldn't help but wonder just what kind of twisted world he'd been thrown into this time. And more importantly, what kind of mess he'd have to clean up before he could get back to whatever peace he could find.
Inside the lavishly decorated carriage, Accelerator leaned back, his sharp red eyes barely focused on the young girl seated across from him. She introduced herself with a practiced grace that came naturally to someone of her status.
"I am Renner Theire Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, the princess of the Re-Estize Kingdom," she said, her voice soft yet clear, carrying an air of authority. Beside her sat a young man with blonde hair and a stoic expression. "And this is Climb, my personal knight."
As Renner spoke, Climb gave a respectful nod, his eyes carefully observing Accelerator. However, the man who had so suddenly and mysteriously appeared in their kingdom seemed disinterested.
Accelerator's gaze drifted to the passing scenery outside the carriage window. The architecture, the vibrant markets, and the people bustling about their lives... For a fleeting moment, he wondered if Rin would appreciate this sight. Not that it mattered to him now.
Renner finished her introduction and looked expectantly at Accelerator. "And you are?"
"Accelerator," he answered flatly, still not fully paying attention. He was more interested in the structures of the city than in exchanging pleasantries with a princess. His response was as abrupt as it was rude, causing Climb to bristle at the perceived slight. The knight's hand twitched, as if considering whether to reprimand the man, but Renner placed a calming hand on his arm, stopping him.
The carriage rolled on, eventually bringing into view the towering spires of the royal castle. For the first time since stepping into the carriage, Accelerator showed a hint of interest. His eyes narrowed as he took in the grandiose structure. Despite himself, he couldn't help but be slightly impressed.
"Not bad," he muttered under his breath, loud enough for Renner to hear. "Might actually have a decent time here."
Renner's smile widened, a glint of something unspoken in her eyes. "I'm glad you think so," she replied, her tone as sweet as ever. But beneath that pleasant exterior, her mind was racing. She didn't miss the subtle cues—the way he seemed utterly unconcerned with formalities, how he carried himself with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. There was something dangerous about him, something powerful, and Renner was not one to overlook an opportunity. If she could somehow get this man on her side, it would be a significant advantage.
Climb, still tense beside her, leaned in to whisper, "Princess, why did you bring this...stranger with us? There's something off about him."
Renner's smile didn't waver as she whispered back, "Because I feel like it." It was a simple answer, one that Climb might take at face value, but in truth, she had already begun to weigh the potential benefits. This Accelerator might be the key to tipping the scales in her favor, though she would need to tread carefully.
Climb glanced again at Accelerator, unease gnawing at him. He prided himself on his instincts, and right now, those instincts were screaming at him that this man was not to be trifled with. There was an aura around him, a presence that spoke of overwhelming power. But, as always, Climb trusted Renner's judgment, even if it meant walking a precarious path.
As they approached the gates of the castle, Renner clasped her hands in her lap, her smile never faltering. "Welcome to the Re-Estize Kingdom, Sir Accelerator. I do hope your stay here proves to be...interesting."
Accelerator finally turned his gaze fully toward her, meeting her eyes with a look that was both indifferent and calculating. "We'll see about that."
The carriage came to a stop, and as the doors were opened, the grandeur of the castle loomed above them. Accelerator stepped out, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He had been dropped into yet another strange world, but this time, he was prepared to take it on, his own way.
Inside, Renner's mind continued to churn with possibilities. This man could be a great asset—or a tremendous threat. And she intended to find out which.
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In the grand halls of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown sat at the head of a long, ornate table, his skeletal form imposing despite his silence. Gathered around him were the Floor Guardians, each exuding an aura of power and respect. Today's meeting was intended to discuss the upcoming war between the Baharuth Empire and the Re-Estize Kingdom. Ainz, though devoid of flesh, felt the weight of their expectant gazes upon him.
To his right sat Albedo, the Guardian Overseer, her black wings folded neatly behind her as she leaned forward, listening intently. To his left was Demiurge, the cunning and ever-calculating demon, his sharp mind already buzzing with strategies. As usual, Ainz was in the thick of a misunderstanding, one that had become almost routine.
"As expected of Ainz-sama," Demiurge said with a glint of admiration in his eyes. "You've already anticipated every move, haven't you? The war between the Baharuth Empire and the Re-Estize Kingdom—surely it's all part of your grand design?"
"Yes, Ainz-sama," Albedo chimed in, her eyes shining with reverence. "Your brilliance knows no bounds. To think that you have already accounted for every possible outcome, even down to the smallest detail."
Ainz, for his part, remained silent. Inwardly, however, he was in a state of mild panic. 'What are they talking about' he wondered, trying to keep his calm exterior. 'I didn't plan this!' But, as usual, he couldn't let his subordinates see his uncertainty. So, he simply nodded.
"Of course," Ainz said, his voice calm and measured. "Everything is proceeding as planned."
Albedo and Demiurge exchanged looks of awe, their belief in Ainz's supreme intellect growing even stronger. The misunderstanding deepened as they discussed various strategies, each one thinking they were uncovering more layers of Ainz's supposed master plan. Just as the conversation seemed to reach another peak of misplaced admiration, the doors to the meeting room burst open.
Victim, the Guardian of the 8th Floor, floated in, its small, cherubic form trembling with what could only be described as panic. The sight of such a typically serene being in such a state was enough to silence everyone in the room.
"Victim!" Demiurge snapped, his usual calm demeanor cracking slightly at the sudden interruption. "How dare you barge in without permission?"
Albedo's eyes narrowed dangerously, her wings flaring slightly. "This better be good, or else I'll have you punished for this insolence."
Victim, however, didn't flinch under their wrath. Instead, it turned its wide, innocent eyes toward Ainz, floating closer. "Ainz-sama," it said, its voice filled with urgency and fear. "I apologize for the intrusion, but this is a dire situation.."
Ainz raised a bony hand to calm Demiurge and Albedo, who were ready to unleash their wrath. "Enough," he said, his tone authoritative. "Victim, what's the matter?"
Victim floated closer, bowing its head in a gesture of apology before speaking again. "Ainz-sama, it's about that weapon! She's acting strange—her power is fluctuating wildly, and she's already destroyed a significant portion of the 8th Floor!"
The room fell into a stunned silence. Ainz's nonexistent heart would have skipped a beat if it could. 'Rubedo? Why now?' he thought, struggling to maintain his composure. Rubedo was the most powerful entity in Nazarick, created with the help of Tabula Smaragdina and that man, it is considered invincible even by Ainz himself. The thought of her going on a rampage was beyond alarming—it was catastrophic.
Albedo, who had been moments away from punishing Victim, was now filled with concern. "Rubedo? But why? She's never acted out of control before." Her voice was laced with worry, and a rare flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. Rubedo was not just her sister but also the final defense of Nazarick. If something had caused her to lose control, the consequences could be disastrous.
Demiurge's mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications. "Ainz-sama," he began, choosing his words carefully, "if Rubedo is truly rampaging, then this could be a threat not only to Nazarick but to everything we've built. We must act quickly."
Ainz nodded, his mind spinning with possibilities. Despite the chaotic situation, he maintained his calm facade. "This is an emergency situation. Summon all the Floor Guardians immediately. We need to prepare for whatever may come."
"Yes, Ainz-sama!" Demiurge and Albedo responded in unison, their previous anger at Victim completely forgotten. They quickly moved to carry out Ainz's orders, their minds already forming contingency plans.
As the room cleared out, Ainz stood alone, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. 'Rubedo...what's causing this?' he thought, knowing that whatever it was, it could not be taken lightly. If even Rubedo was out of control, then the entire tomb might be at risk.
With his mind set, Ainz began preparing for what could be one of the most dangerous confrontations he had ever faced, his thoughts now fully focused on the impending crisis.
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