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Far away, inside the Templar base in Brooklyn, New York-formerly the headquarters of the Fraternity of Assassins.
"What's going on?" Wesley and Fox followed a Templar knight into a hidden chamber.
"I don't know why, but the Loom suddenly started moving," the knight said while leading the way. "And it's moving on its own. There's no power source!"
Wesley and Fox exchanged a glance and unconsciously picked up their pace.
They both understood what this meant.
By the time they reached the secret room, the Loom had already gone still. On the table, a brand-new piece of fabric lay quietly.
"Let's decipher it together," Wesley and Fox said at the same time, looking at each other.
They immediately leaned in, examining the neat binary code woven into the fabric through a magnifying glass, recording everything as they worked through the decryption.
It was still a long string of English letters without spaces or punctuation. Nothing unfamiliar. Just time-consuming.
Before long, the two of them finished deciphering it and wrote the content down on paper.
[The convergence of destiny, the return of the gods, they have returned. This world is about to return to its proper course. The trajectory of fate has changed once again.]
Fox read it out loud, word by word.
"Uh... if I'm not mistaken..." Wesley paused briefly. "In a situation like this, shouldn't we be calling Mr. Morin?"
Fox looked at him.
The look said everything.
"Quick, call him."
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At the same time, in front of the Roman Continental Hotel, a bolt of lightning was tearing through the High Table's armed forces.
From a bird's-eye view, wherever the lightning passed, bodies fell like harvested wheat.
That lightning was Morin.
He had become the Grim Reaper's scythe.
When the last person fell, Morin exhaled lightly and put away the Sword of Eden, standing still.
Because the Sword of Eden released ultra-high electrical currents, the blood had already been vaporized by the extreme heat and pressure before it could even splash outward. Aside from a faint, unpleasant smell, Morin's body was completely free of blood or grime.
"After this world..." he thought, relaxing slightly. "I really need to find somewhere to rest."
The [Advanced Knight Bloodline] had been running at a high load for far too long. He let it ease off.
That said, his vigilance never dropped. Even without the bloodline active, his baseline physical abilities were more than enough to respond to most threats.
Morin had been thinking about taking a break for a long time.
He wasn't someone who enjoyed killing.
But with the recent spike in slaughter, he had started to notice something unsettling. A mindset. One that treated human life as cheap.
A habit.
Once killing became routine, it warped everything-personality, judgment, instinct.
Morin didn't intend to let himself turn into that.
So once this world was settled, he planned to check the next one first. If it looked easy, he'd go experience it and relax.
If it didn't...
He'd spend ten experience points, return to the Fast and Furious world, and take a proper break.
Just as he was about to leave, something caught the corner of his eye.
A tiny point of light.
In the sky.
Morin stopped instantly, turned his head, and focused his vision.
"...Holy shit."
He recognized it immediately.
"Are they insane?"
"Ding-a-ling!"
His phone rang.
There was no time to think. Morin answered while launching himself forward at full speed.
There was no saving this.
He'd just have to run.
The High Table flipping the table wasn't unexpected. But this level of decisiveness was.
The Roman Continental Hotel wasn't even fully his yet-and they were already launching a missile at it.
What could he do?
Nothing but leave.
The missile would take more than ten seconds to land. At Morin's peak speed, escaping the area was trivial.
He reactivated the [Advanced Knight Bloodline], entered stealth mode, and sprinted away from the Roman Continental Hotel as fast as possible.
Thanks to magical protection, the call remained connected. One of stealth's small conveniences.
Even his clothes-nothing special-were shielded from the violent airflow generated by his speed.
Otherwise, running like this would've left him naked.
That was not an acceptable outcome.
"Mr. Morin, the Loom of Fate has issued new instructions again-" Fox spoke rapidly, relaying the decoded message.
"Hm-"
Morin was about to respond when the line went dead.
At the same moment, an intense flash of light erupted behind him.
He glanced back.
The missile had struck the Roman Continental Hotel with pinpoint accuracy. The explosion bloomed outward in a violent surge.
The signal must've dropped when a nearby tower was destroyed.
Morin only noticed because he was moving faster than sound itself.
The shockwave and explosion noise couldn't catch him.
He saw it.
But he heard nothing.
Even the wind noise from his movement was blocked by stealth.
He didn't stop until he'd put enough distance between himself and the blast. When he finally slowed, he was breathing heavily.
Only then did the distant roar reach him, followed by a faint shockwave brushing past.
"...They've got some nerve," Morin muttered.
But his thoughts quickly returned to something else.
The Loom.
"That message..."
His expression grew heavier.
"What does it even mean?"
"The return of the gods... do gods even exist here?"
He didn't know.
The Loom of Fate's limits were unclear, but the fact that it recognized him as a "stranger from another world" was enough to take it seriously.
He didn't have to obey it.
But ignoring it entirely would be foolish.
If gods truly existed...
How strong were they?
As that thought surfaced, a pillar of light descended from the sky and struck the ground five meters in front of him with perfect precision.
Morin's pupils contracted.
As the light faded, a man stood there.
Morin entered the most alert state he had ever experienced.
The man's method of arrival, his attire, and the spear in his hand all triggered instinctive caution.
"You are very special," the man said calmly, in fluent English. "You are a descendant of the Isu."
"...The Isu?" Morin's gaze shifted.
"Even among the Isu, no one possessed your level of physical strength," the man continued with a faint smile. Golden light surged along his spear. "Your body must have undergone mutation."
"I'm very curious about it. Would you be willing to cooperate with my research?"
"I'm afraid not."
Morin didn't hesitate.
No feigned compliance. No surprise attack.
He activated stealth and prepared to leave.
By now, he already had a rough idea of who-or what-this man was.
And internally, he was swearing nonstop.
The Isu.
An alien race from Assassin's Creed.
Technology bordering on divinity.
The Apple of Eden. The Sword of Eden.
Standard equipment.
A single Staff of Eden had allowed Kassandra to live over two thousand years without aging.
Under Ubisoft's imagination, such a civilization had been wiped out by a solar flare.
A questionable plot point.
But that didn't reduce Morin's caution in the slightest.
A race capable of interstellar travel wouldn't stand in front of him without precautions.
Not after observing his performance.
The answer was obvious.
Morin had no interest in testing the upper limits of alien technology. One mistake could mean total annihilation.
And the odds were not in his favor.
He had plenty more complaints ready.
What the hell was going on with this world?
This was beyond excessive.
First, the Sword of Eden with its "Bet you didn't expect me back."
Now this.
"I wasn't asking."
The Isu man's eyes flickered.
Golden light shot out.
Morin, who had vanished, was forcibly revealed-outlined in golden-red light against a dark blue visual field.
"I was stating a fact."
Eagle Vision.
The man's gaze locked onto Morin's position. Even in stealth, he was being tracked.
"Excellent," the Isu man said calmly. "Superhuman speed, strength, and now invisibility. Long-term genetic change seems to have granted you new abilities."
"That makes you even more interesting."
Morin accelerated again, pushing his escape speed beyond what he'd used during the missile strike.
"A futile effort."
The Isu man shook his head.
His spear charged instantly.
Lightning erupted and streaked toward Morin.
Morin could outrun sound.
But not light.
The instant the lightning was released, Morin vanished completely.
The Isu man froze.
He knew Morin hadn't been vaporized.
But even with Eagle Vision, he couldn't see where-or how-Morin had gone.
Even with the starship monitoring from orbit, there were no results.
"...Interesting."
He looked around slowly.
"How did he do that?"
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At the same time, Fox and Wesley-still worried-watched as the Loom wove another piece of fabric on its own.
They translated it in silence.
[The stranger has left, but when he returns, he will bring a long-awaited balance. The true balance!]