Chaldea

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The Human Order Preservation and Security Organization, Phineas Chaldea, is also known as Chaldea Security Organization or Chaldea. Its English name is Chaldea-security-organization.
This is a research institute and observatory that brings together researchers from various fields, regardless of magic or science, to ensure the long and resilient continuation of human history.

It observes a world whose full picture cannot be grasped by magic alone, nor can its entirety be measured by science alone.

This is a special agency jointly established by various countries to prevent human extinction.

In 1950 AD, the Phenomenon Recording Computer Familiar, Laplace, was successfully developed.

In 1990 AD, the Simulated Earth Environment Model, Chaldea, was completed.

In 1999 AD, the Near-Future Observation Lens, Sheba, was completed.

In 2004 AD, the Guardian Heroic Spirit Summoning System, Destiny, was completed.

In 2015 AD, the Spirit Particle Calculation Device, Trismegistes, was completed.

In 2015, 47 Master candidates were cryogenically frozen in the Chaldea explosion, and over 300 Chaldea personnel perished, leaving fewer than twenty staff members.

In 2016, the Human Order Protection Organization, Chaldea—lights out.

...

Insufficient energy, no lights, only darkness.

Has even the most basic electricity supply failed here? —No, to be even more pessimistic, it's questionable whether anyone is even in the power supply room.

What happened? Why has Chaldea become like this?

A strong sense of unease and doubt gripped my heart.

I am one of the forty-eight "Masters" selected from around the world by the Chaldea Human Order Protection Organization to address the crisis of humanity's extinction, tasked with saving humanity. My name is…

um, what was my name again…?

Perhaps because I've been frozen for too long, it seems my memories have been somewhat affected.
Yes, I am currently lying in a cryogenic chamber, just awakened from a deep sleep.

Previously, while we forty-eight Masters were receiving a lecture from the Director, a sudden explosion swept all of us (except for one unlucky fellow who was kicked out midway) into the blast. I myself suffered a fatal, incurable injury, which is probably why Chaldea decided to freeze me.

Fortunately, my fatal injury doesn't seem as severe as others', and at least physically, I've recovered.

Now, due to the power outage, the cryo-chamber has lost its power source and can no longer maintain a low temperature sufficient to freeze cells, so my life is slowly reviving.

How much time has passed since that day? What happened in that explosion? Has humanity been saved? What caused Chaldea to lose its lights?

Questions flooded my mind.

At least, staying in this cryo-chamber won't provide any answers.

I pushed the cryo-chamber door, but it wouldn't budge.

There's no switch to open the cryo-chamber from the inside, and given my current weakness after just waking up, trying to open the door by brute force is probably too much of a stretch.

There wasn't a soul in sight. To put it bluntly, if no one came to open the door and the energy supply didn't recover, I might freeze to death in this frigid environment. Just

to be safe, I needed to force my way out.

"Grandr."

A vibrant green magic circuit appeared on my right hand, and a magic projectile shot out, shattering the layers of doors that enveloped me.

"Haa...haa...haa..." I'd

been careless.

I'd overestimated my current physical condition.

After being frozen for so long, my body was weaker than I could have imagined. Lying in the capsule, I might not have felt anything, but standing on the ground—especially after using magic—it felt like my legs were wobbling, and I'd collapse at any moment.

I gasped for breath, leaning against the wall, struggling to look around.

The door to the Master's Support Room was open, and the corridor outside was equally dark, without any lights or signs of human activity.

Inside the room, besides the shards of glass I had just broken through the ice, the other forty-seven cryogenic chambers lay silently scattered about, showing no signs of life.

Forty-seven...? After I destroyed one, shouldn't there be forty-six left...?

Oh well, I'm not really familiar with them anyway; it's impossible to get anything out of these silent cryogenic chambers.

I leaned against the wall and walked into the corridor.

Everything was pitch black, as quiet as a ghost town.

Chaldea, once bustling with activity and brightly lit, now felt inexplicably eerie.

—Wait, am I on the set of a horror movie?

I chuckled to myself.

My intuition told me that the situation was definitely not as simple as a "power outage."

Leaving aside the fact that Chaldea's energy supply was plentiful, making a large-scale power outage impossible, even if there were a power outage, how could there be no staff near such an important support room?

Something must have happened, and it wouldn't be a small matter.

I gritted my teeth, continued to lean against the wall, held my breath, and slowly walked towards the control room I remembered.

Admittedly, Chaldea was very likely suffering a catastrophe. Knowing nothing about my surroundings, especially given my current weakness, acting rashly would be extremely dangerous and unwise.

However, I was one of the forty-eight Masters summoned by Chaldea, tasked with saving humanity. This
mission prevented me from ignoring the anomaly before me.

If I could find Director Olga Marie, or Leonardo da Vinci, or even Dr… Roman, or even just anyone still alive in Chaldea, that would be helpful. At least for now, I needed information.

"Tap, tap, tap…"

Suddenly, footsteps around the corner of the corridor made me tense.

Someone was there!

However, out of caution about the unknown, I didn't cheer or quicken my pace to meet the footsteps.

Cautiously remaining where I was, I kept a certain distance from the corner of the corridor, waiting for the footsteps to emerge from behind it.

As it turned out, my suspicions were correct.

The person who appeared around the corner was a woman.

She was tall, with long, flowing blonde hair, and wore a long white lab coat, adorned with the insignia of the Chaldean Human Rights Protection Agency.

She should be a female researcher from Chaldea, but her appearance… was strange.

The buttons of her lab coat were completely undone, hanging loosely on either side of her body, and she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. A pair of round breasts were faintly visible as the clothes swayed, quite alluring.

Beneath her, her form-fitting black pantyhose were inexplicably torn in several places, and her purple lace panties were pulled aside. A closer look revealed her private parts; a few drops of moisture clung to the sparse pubic hair, falling to the ground under gravity.

She looked as if she had just been raped. What

struck me even more strangely were her eyes. Her pupils were a delicate azure blue. But above those blue pupils, there was an extremely strange crimson membrane; without careful observation, one might even mistake them for crimson pupils.

"Who are you? A Chaldea employee? What's going on at Chaldea? What just happened to you?"

I bombarded her with questions.

Although this female researcher seemed very strange, she should indeed be a Chaldea researcher and should know some information.

However, to my surprise—

after hearing my voice, she slowly turned her head, her crimson pupils fixed on me.

"Chaldea...it's broken," she said slowly.

She walked towards me step by step, her gait resembling that of a zombie from a Resident Evil movie. If it weren't for her clear speech and lucid mind, I, in my current state of terrified panic, might have actually mistaken her for a zombie.
But what was with that expression on her face? That… predatory look, like she was eyeing her prey? And that inexplicable anticipation and excitement?

Growing increasingly suspicious, I took a step back and warned,

“What do you mean by ‘broken’? Also, could you please keep a certain distance from me, madam? There’s an old saying in the East, ‘Men and women shouldn’t be so intimate’—!!”

Before I could finish speaking, the female researcher interrupted me.

“Let’s not talk about such things!” Once she was within a certain distance, her emotions suddenly became extremely heightened.

Like a lithe female leopard, it was almost unbelievable that a woman could move so fast; in an instant, she pounced on me and knocked me to the ground.

Before I could even cry out in pain, a sense of foreboding washed over me, and I immediately raised my hand, intending to use a magic blast to repel this strange woman.

However, having just awakened, I was not only incredibly weak, but my magic was also completely depleted. A magic bullet had shattered the cryo-chamber, and now I didn't even have enough magic to summon another one!

"Gulp! What are you doing?"

Completely powerless and with my magic exhausted—was I just going to be at this strange woman's mercy?

This terrible and ominous thought surfaced in my mind.

But what followed was even more astonishing.

"Hey, let's make love?"

! ! ?

Soft lips covered my mouth, and her unprotected breasts pressed directly against my chest. I could even feel her unprotected nipples rubbing against my skin.

What…is this…is this person…a pervert?

My thoughts paused in shock, but my body's instincts kicked in quickly.

"Hehe, you reacted so quickly, your penis has gotten bigger...?"

Her right hand gently grasped my penis, slowly stroking it up and down—

to my shame, I hadn't found suitable clothes since breaking out of the ice sculpture, and was still completely naked.

I'm not exactly an ascetic, so it's normal for my body to react when suddenly a nearly naked woman presses against me and treats me in such an ambiguous and erotic way!

Feeling my penis grow even bigger, the female researcher's face showed a look of surprise.
"Ahhh... just holding it in my hand feels so hot, such a big penis..."

She removed her right hand from my penis, licking her palm with her tongue, seemingly savoring the lingering taste of my penis, a look of intoxication on her face.

"So delicious... the taste of a healthy, delicious penis, it's always so delicious..."
Her body slid down, rubbing my penis against her cheek like a priceless treasure.
She cupped my penis in her hands, her nimble tongue darting out to slowly lick the shaft.

Although the situation was strange, this skillful "service" still made me gasp.

"Ah~~ ooh~~~"

The sensitive glans was taken into her small lips, her warm mouth enveloping the hot, massive member, her tongue moving nimbly, greedily sucking the flavor from my penis.

"Slurp, slurp slurp~~~~ Penis, delicious…"

A look of ecstasy crossed her face; she seemed utterly infatuated with my penis. This psychological satisfaction almost made me ejaculate inside her mouth.

—What's going on? This feels so good!

I thought to myself.

No, wait a minute, this isn't what I should be doing…

"Don't just stand there, lick it for me too…"

She shifted her position, licking my penis while presenting her voluptuous genitals to my face.

A large hole was torn in the crotch of the black pantyhose, and the purple lace panties were pushed aside, revealing a tempting, wet vulva that gushed forth a torrent of honeyed fluid.

"Hurry...it's so itchy inside...use your tongue to help me stop the itch..."

So tempting...and what's with this scent?

It's almost melting my soul, making me want to lean my head towards that alluring place.

The wet vulva pressed directly against my face, the two sensitive labia rubbing against my face with unbearable thirst.

I could even bite into the swollen, engorged nipple with just a gentle bite.

"Ah...it feels so good, completely different from using my fingers, a little deeper...a little more..."

My tongue slipped into the overflowing entrance, the sweet and sour taste filling my taste buds. The sides of the vulva felt like living beings, tightly gripping my tongue, almost suffocating me.

Is this what a woman's taste is like...God help me, I've never been in a relationship, let alone lost my virginity!
Although something was amiss, men really are creatures who think with their lower bodies. As my penis swelled, an indescribable urge simultaneously controlled my thoughts, making me unconsciously begin to cater to the female researcher before me.

"Ahhh...so good...your tongue is so amazing, it feels so good. Hehe, I have to make you happy too."

"Hiss~~~"

My sensitive penis was deeply swallowed by her mouth, even reaching her throat. This deep-throating oral sex stimulation was too much for me, a virgin, to handle. My already swollen penis actually grew even larger.

"Chu...slurp~~~So amazing, really amazing, such a big penis...I can't hold back anymore, I can't hold back any longer...!!"

She spat out my penis and kissed the head of my penis with deep affection, then turned her body again, so that her dripping honey hole was directly aimed at my erect penis.

"Now, it's time to insert it~~~"

Two fingers parted her labia, and she slowly lowered herself, her delicate lips gently biting the glans, slowly swallowing it.

"It's in...so good, so good...your big cock is so hot, it's going to fill me up completely, ahhhhhh~~~~~"

she moaned hysterically, her wanton words filled with intense lust.

My feelings were quite complex. Having maintained my virginity for over twenty years, it was impossible not to feel something when a strange, lustful woman suddenly took it from me.

But beyond that feeling—this felt so good! This woman's vagina was so tight, my cock was almost suffocating from her grip, the glans completely gripped by the vaginal walls, I was practically about to surrender on the spot!

"Hoo, hoo hoo~~ Your penis is so big, are you about to ejaculate? Sure, shoot all your hot, full semen into my pussy, don't leave a single drop!!"

She straddled my penis, constantly rocking her hips up and down, her wanton pussy swallowing and releasing the thick penis.

While enjoying the pleasure of sex, her hands weren't idle either. After taking off her white coat, her jade-like hands caressed her soft breasts, kneading them passionately.

"So good, so good~~~ A man's penis is indeed the most powerful, I want to be filled with hot, fresh semen!!!"

Gulp...! !

This is bad, really bad.

Although I don't reject the pleasure of this kind of intercourse, I have a final warning in my heart, the last remaining reason reminding me!

If I continue like this, something even worse might happen!

But now, I can barely move. Even if I wanted to push the woman off me, I couldn't…
Maybe I should just give up and stop thinking about all that. I should just enjoy the pleasure I have now…

And just then—

"Phew, thankfully I made it in time."

"!!?"

Whose voice was that?

Suddenly, an armored arm appeared in front of me.

"Ah!!"

The female researcher exclaimed in surprise as her figure was easily thrown aside by that hand.

She rolled on the ground before half-kneeling to her feet, her face full of anger at being interrupted.
She was almost at the peak when she was suddenly dragged down. This anger and discomfort could burn a person alive!!

However, like me, her pupils visibly contracted when the figure of the person came into view.
"Joan of Arc!?"

The heroic saintess, with her flowing golden hair, a white holy flag standing tall, and a resolute expression on her face like steel.

Her name was Joan of Arc, the most famous saint in French history.

She appeared as a "Heroic Spirit," the embodiment of a hero whose great deeds became legends after death, an object of worship.

I knew that Chaldea's unique "Heroic Spirit Summoning" technique could forge contracts with Heroic Spirits from the distant Throne of Heroes, thereby borrowing their power to achieve one's own goals.

For us forty-eight Masters, Heroic Spirit Summoning was our primary magic practice, and our greatest weapon for saving humanity.

The appearance of Saint Joan of Arc was undoubtedly a beacon of light in the darkness for me.

Joan ignored the female researcher she had knocked away and instead extended her hand to me.

"Hello, survivor. Please stand up, don't be fooled by those people."

Survivor?

The way Joan addressed me confirmed my earlier fears—perhaps a great catastrophe had indeed occurred here. Otherwise, why would she call a stranger a "survivor"?

I took Joan's hand and stood up from the ground.

Seeing my naked body, Jeanne's pretty face flushed slightly, making me feel rather embarrassed.
However, when her gaze swept over the back of my hand, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

"You are... a Chaldea Master candidate? You've awakened?"

On the back of my hand were three blood-red runes.

I was a little surprised; these were runes called "Command Seals," which I shouldn't have had before.

After all, I was just a "Master candidate" before, while Command Seals were only possessed by a true Master who had formed a contract with a Heroic Spirit, serving as a Master's most powerful weapon in battle.

I now possess Command Seals? I've become a Master? But I haven't formed a contract with any Heroic Spirit at all!
On the contrary, Jeanne seemed to understand the current situation better than I, the Master candidate.

"I understand you must have many questions in your heart, but we can talk about them later. Now, come with me."

"Where to?"

I asked subconsciously, while tightly gripping Jeanne's right hand.

Before Jeanne could answer, flames suddenly erupted from the other side of the corridor.
"I've been searching for you for so long, you imposter!"

"...!"

Jeanne's pupils contracted.

A white holy banner unfurled, forming a protective barrier that kept the blazing flames at bay.

"Alter, you're still here...?"

Appearing from the other side of the corridor was another Jeanne, strikingly similar to... no, completely identical.

However, unlike the Jeanne beside me, this "Jeanne" had short white hair, and her clothes were the complete opposite of Jeanne's, all jet black. Even the saint's banner was engraved with a black dragon, a symbol of calamity.

Alter... Could it be that the person over there was another Heroic Spirit transformed from the spirit origin of Saint Jeanne?

But even so, that Jeanne Alter's appearance was too strange.

The black armor only covered her shoulders, and two pieces of black cloth hung down, barely covering half of her breasts. Apart from that, her upper body was completely naked, leaving her nipples, lower abdomen, and back exposed.

Her lower body… was somewhat similar to the female researcher she had just encountered; her private parts, without underwear, were faintly visible between the hem of her skirt, and traces of semen could even be seen flowing from her vagina, staining her black stockings.

This dignified Heroic Spirit… gave off an incredibly lewd impression, just like the female researcher she had just seen.

Even her pupils, like the female researcher's, had a strange, crimson membrane.

"Hmph, I was just doing something good, but after hearing a slut's moans over here, I thought there might be survivors, so I rushed over without stopping."

Jeanne Alter wiped her hand down below, some semen sticking to her hand, which she greedily put into her mouth, savoring it.

At the same time, she didn't pay much attention to Joan of Arc beside me, but stared intently at me.
"I see. The Master candidates who were frozen before? Hmph, although I knew they weren't infected yet, the 'survivors' I'd been dreaming of, they were frozen and couldn't get hard, so I never bothered with them before. I didn't expect one of them to awaken today?"

Jeanne Alter's lips curled into a lewd smile.

She parted her skirt, exposing her still-dripping vulva to me and Jeanne.

"How about it? Want to enjoy it with me?"

She licked her lips. "Although I just had sex with someone, I'm a Heroic Spirit, and the most famous Saint Jeanne in history. The pleasure of having sex with me is definitely far superior to that of that ordinary woman, you know?"

Provoked by Jeanne Alter, I shuddered.

"I...I'm an upright person,"

I argued. Of course, given my current tone, the credibility of that statement was questionable.

But it was enough to express my stance.

"Enough already, Alter!"

The holy light on Jeanne's banner shone even brighter, hurtling towards Alter.

However, Jeanne Alter simply drew her sword casually and swung it forward.

Blazing flames erupted once more, scorching Jeanne's holy light to ashes.

"Imitation, don't think you're really Jeanne d'Arc. You're just a remnant separated from me. Have some self-awareness." A

contemptuous smile appeared on Alter's lips. "You have Jeanne's Spirit Origin, you have Jeanne's memories as a Servant in Chaldea, so of course you should understand the difference between an imposter and the real thing. Even if a hundred of you came, you wouldn't be a match for me."

What does that mean?

The white Jeanne d'Arc beside me is... a fake?

How could that be? If the black Jeanne over there is really Jeanne Alter, then she, as an Alter Servant, is the "fake." Why would she say the white Jeanne is fake?

And Jeanne... doesn't seem to be refuting it.

"That's right, I'm an imposter, and I know better than anyone how far apart we are. But, Alter, that doesn't mean I'll surrender to you."

"Huh?"

"I am Joan of Arc, the Joan of Arc who fought to save France in life, and the Joan of Arc who continues to wave her banner to save humanity and protect the future of mankind in death! I now inherit that burning will and will never bow to darkness!"

As Joan of Arc spoke passionately, a strange spacetime vortex slowly appeared beside her, emitting a powerful suction, seemingly trying to pull her and me in together.

Seeing the spacetime vortex appear, Joan of Arc Alter spat in shock and anger.

"Pah, all that righteous talk, and you're trying to run away, aren't you?"

This spacetime vortex is one of Chaldea's unique technologies, a great miracle capable of freely transferring time and space to save humanity—"Spiritual Particle Transfer. "

It's an extremely convenient and powerful technology for escape.

At this moment, a hint of helpless cunning appeared on Joan of Arc's face.

"This isn't running away, Alter. It's a strategic retreat to preserve our strength and slowly build up our strength when we know we can't win."

"It's still running away in the end!"

Joan of Arc Alter naturally wouldn't let Joan and me enter the spiritual transfer for nothing.

"Stop right there!"

Even hotter flames surged in like a sea of fire, trying to keep us there before the spiritual transfer.

Joan of Arc beside me raised her holy banner high:

"My banner, protect my people!"

"My lord is here!!"

...

"Tch, she got away."

Joan of Arc Alter kicked the wall angrily.

On the other side, the female researcher who had been left out watched Joan and me disappear into the spacetime vortex, and cried out in resentment—

"At least, leave the penis behind...!! Ah, ahhh..."

She inserted her fingers into her vagina, constantly thrusting them in and out, emitting alluring yet tormented moans.
Compared to the penis from before, her fingers were far too short. It was like scratching an itch through a boot; it couldn't satisfy her lust at all, instead adding fuel to the fire, making her even more uncomfortable.

Jeanne Alter, witnessing this scene, once again wore a strange smile.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter if I didn't catch the survivor. They'll fall into my hands sooner or later anyway."
She approached the female researcher and deliberately spread her legs.

"Ah, Lady Jeanne..."

the female researcher moaned with pleasure, the two bodies pressed together, staging a unique carnal feast in the dark corridor...

Emerging

from the vortex of spiritual transfer, the scene before me was somewhat unbelievable.

What was this? Large meteorite fragments floated in the sky, defying gravity; the sky was pitch black, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars; collapsed buildings lay everywhere.

Where... was this place? There shouldn't be a place like this in Chaldea, right? Was it a singularity? Or something else...? Why did I escape here?

Seeing the growing confusion on my face, a slightly weary Jeanne d'Arc uttered the name of the place:

"The Grand Temple of Time, Solomon. However, it's the one that collapsed."

"Huh...!?"

The Grand Temple of Time? I've never heard of that name.

"Thank you for your hard work, Jeanne-d'Arc."

A pink-haired girl greeted us from ahead.

I recognized her face; she was Mash Kyrielight, one of the Chaldea staff members, seemingly involved in some Heroic Spirit research.

When she saw me, a slightly familiar expression appeared on her face.

"Eh, you are...?"

She seemed to want to call me by name, but a hint of confusion quickly appeared on her face, and she stammered, unable to say it.

This was understandable; Mash and I weren't close back then, and unless we compared names one by one, even Mash might not remember my name.

It's a pity that the place is now a ruin; it doesn't seem like Chaldea's personnel information is still preserved.

"Mash, the survivors we found this time might have struck gold."

Jeanne didn't seem to think that far ahead, her face showing a hint of relief. "But before that, we need to prepare some clothes for our new 'Master.'"

Of course, there were also some necessary explanations.

Inside a makeshift stone house, Jeanne and Mash explained the details of the current upheaval in Chaldea to me.

Humanity had been destroyed, but the reason for the destruction was slightly different from what I had previously learned.
Before I was frozen, the crisis of humanity's destruction that I learned about, according to Mashu, was actually instigated by Beast I: the Demon King "Goetia." It usurped all the achievements of its former master—King Solomon—and unleashed the crisis of humanity's destruction.

However, this crisis has now been resolved, and humanity has been saved.

Gudako, the only Master to survive that massive explosion, possesses astonishing power. In battles across various singularities, she punched the Lion King, kicked Tiamat, and successfully tore Goetia's Spirit Origin to shreds before Dr. Roman's horrified gaze, thus saving humanity.

Incidentally, after tearing it apart, she muttered, "Why didn't it drop any materials?"

Logically, after this crisis of humanity was averted, history should have returned to normal, and Chaldea should have ushered in peace and sunshine.

But things are not that simple.

An even greater catastrophe is silently approaching.

"It's an unknown 'virus.' If it can really be called a 'virus.'"
Even Joan of Arc couldn't help but show a hint of unease when that day was mentioned.

"What virus?" I asked.

"Just like the female researcher you met before."

Mash's expression was slightly downcast. "Well, if you want to know anything about this virus, perhaps... it would be better to take you to see Miss Helena and have her explain it to you. It would also allow you... to understand the characteristics of this virus more intuitively."

"...?"

...

On the ruins of the Grand Temple of Solomon in this Time, Mash and the other Heroic Spirits who "survived" the cataclysm must have spent a considerable amount of time building a primitive but vast "stone castle."

According to Mash, this was their only base.

She, Joan of Arc, and the other Heroic Spirits who had miraculously escaped the "cataclysm" lived there.
The so-called "cataclysm" refers to the great cataclysm that caused the virus outbreak.

"Like... ah... what you see... umm... this virus... ee ahh... even Heroic Spirits can be infected."

Following Mashu's guidance, I arrived alone in this stone castle, at the residence of Helena Blavatsky.

Helena, a female mystic from the 19th century, the founder of Theosophy. She was promoted to Heroic Spirit through her great achievements in mysticism, and previously answered Chaldea's call to save humanity.

However, contrary to my impression... the current Helena looked very strange.
Pink-haired Helena leaned back in a chair, her black coat draped over the back, and the clothes under the coat were pulled down quite a bit, exposing a pair of flat, white breasts.

But that wasn't what attracted attention.

Two pink vibrating eggs were attached to Helena's nipples, the buzzing sound audible even from my doorway.

She leaned forward, writing something in a notebook as if doing homework. While writing, her left hand was manipulating a flesh-colored dildo, and her lips were sucking on it incessantly, as if licking an ice pop. Beneath

her, a similar dildo was inserted into her private parts. Helena sat on a chair with dildos, her vagina deeply engulfing them, occasionally wriggling her hips and emitting suppressed moans.

"Ha, ha... don't misunderstand, it wasn't Mashu and the others who forced me to do this, but... oh... so deep... if I don't relieve my physical desires this way, I'll... I'll break."

The scene before me shocked me, but Helena's words surprised me even more.

Her pupils—like the female researcher and Jeanne Alter I had seen before—were covered with a thin, scarlet membrane, looking extremely strange.

According to Mashu, the scarlet membrane in the pupils is one of the characteristics of virus-infected individuals. Could it be that Miss Helena is also infected?

"What... what is this? Can this virus even infect Heroic Spirits?" As

soon as I said this, I realized I had said something pointless.

Leaving aside the living examples of Jeanne Alter and Helena, if this virus cannot infect Heroic Spirits, even if countless humans are infected, they would still be no match for the powerful Heroic Spirits!

Helena bit her lip. The

way she looked at me was a little frightening; she kept unconsciously glancing at my crotch, revealing a greedy and lustful expression.

I had seen that expression many times with that female researcher, and Helena's current behavior was exactly the same.

Fortunately, Helena seemed to retain some rationality. Instead of lunging at me, she swallowed hard, forcibly turned her head away, and began to explain:

"You... um... saw it too. This virus... ha... is very strange. People infected with it experience an abnormal surge in libido... completely uncontrollable by reason. When fully infected, its hosts—regardless of whether human or Heroic Spirit—all become monsters who only know how to crave sex. Even their self-respect as Heroic Spirits is obliterated, and they actively seduce others for... sex."

As Helena explained, she seemed unable to resist reaching her left hand towards the dildo on the table and gently kneading it. The way

she explained so earnestly while lewdly kneading the dildo was, frankly... very... alluring.

Not to mention Helena, who was being tormented by the virus, even I, a normal person, felt a surge of heat upon seeing this scene, wishing I could rush up and have my way with the beauty before me.

Surely Helena wouldn't refuse now... right?

Uh, no, what am I thinking? Is this the time to be thinking about this?

"The origin of the virus is still unknown, and by the time we discovered it was spreading rapidly, it was too late."

Helena started licking the dildo on the table again. "The way the virus spreads... *gurgle*, it's easy to guess, isn't it? Sex, that's its primary mode of transmission. After reaching orgasm through sex with a virus carrier, you'll definitely be infected." "

Of course, it's not limited to sex; bodily fluids can also transmit it. Or... eating a lot of food carrying the virus."

Helena gave a slightly bitter smile at this point. It was unclear what she meant.

"The virus spreads faster than you can imagine. Basically, a human... ugh... in a few dozen seconds, will be completely infected and turn into a monster that only knows sex." "

As for Heroic Spirits, they can use their magic to stop the virus from spreading in their bodies, which can greatly slow down the spread, but... there's no cure. Like... like me now..."

Helena groaned, spreading her legs wider and licking my penis more intensely—

"No, no, I can't take it anymore... Give me your penis, quick!"

"Huh? But..."

"If it's just oral sex, you won't get infected... Hurry up... at least before I can maintain my sanity and force myself on you!"

Helena's voice suddenly became stern, which startled me, and I quickly unbuckled my belt.

My penis, already swollen from Helena's earlier masturbation, sprang to life with a thud after being freed from the constraints of my pants. A strong, slightly fishy smell emanated from it, instantly filling the room.

"Ahhh... a man's penis... so good..."

Just the scent alone seemed to overwhelm Helena with desire, her face flushed with a euphoric blush.

She stood up from the chair, half-kneeling on the floor, the dildo still lodged in her vagina.

Like a puppy, Helena crawled towards me, the dildo swaying like a tail in her vagina. When she reached me, she unceremoniously opened her mouth and bit down, taking my penis into her mouth.

Feeling the hot shaft penetrate her parched lips, Helena let out a satisfied sigh, sucking on my penis and savoring it with slurping sounds.

"Mmm... Chug... Where were we... Right, it was... after the Heroic Spirit was infected... Ahhh... It's so big, I can't even take it all in... But... I like it..."

Helena, whose mind was mostly controlled by the virus, revealed a lewd and satisfied smile.

"The Heroic Spirit can temporarily stop the virus from eroding its Spirit Origin and maintain its last bit of sanity by relying on its own magical power. But this is only temporary, at most half a month, and eventually it will still become a prisoner of the virus. No matter who it is... it's the same."

Her nimble tongue licked the sensitive flesh, and after spitting out the penis, Helena's right palm barely covered the hot glans, carefully kneading it.

"And during these half a month, the Heroic Spirit will still be slowly eroded by the virus. Although it can maintain its last bit of sanity, it will also become very... lewd."

"Like you now?"

"Yes, before, I would never... umm... I didn't even let my husband touch me there when I was alive... But... look at me now..."

Her voice carried a trace of sorrow.

A vibrating egg was stuck to her nipple.

Her chaste little hole clenched lewdly around the dildo inserted inside.

Even without knowing the man's name, she willingly took his penis into her mouth like a bitch, performing oral sex on the stranger before her.

This was, of course, a change that was difficult to accept.

However, after a moment of rational sorrow, a strange lust surged even stronger, instantly seizing Helena's thoughts once more.

"No... just watching like this..."

She grasped my hand and moved it towards her lower body.

"My... ass is... so itchy... can you help me relieve the itch...?"
My fingers traced a circle on Helena's tender anus, causing her to shudder violently.

"Hurry... don't do this... put it in... anything... fingers or a dildo, anything that pierces my ass hard!! It's so itchy I can't stand it!!!"

She murmured lewdly, her hips swaying back, as if trying to swallow my fingers directly into her itchy anus.

Just two or three seconds ago she was feeling sad about her current lewdness, but in the blink of an eye, she was once again controlled by her lust and shamelessly begged me, a stranger, for sex.

"I know... I know I look so lewd right now... This isn't how I should look at all... But what can I do...!?"

A tear rolled down her thin, crimson pupils:

"I'm so hot, my whole body is so itchy... My nipples are so swollen, I always want something to touch them! My mouth is so thirsty, even water tastes bitter, I just want to drink hot semen! I wish there were seventeen or eighteen men fucking me non-stop, so I could always have fresh semen to drink!!"
"This virus... This is too much... Who cultivated such an outrageous virus... Ahhh... No... I can't hold back anymore... Hurry, I want to eat your cock again, push it hard against my throat, don't let me make a sound... Ughhh!!!"

Perhaps it was an unconscious action, or perhaps I myself was finding it hard to control my lust, I naturally pushed my cock into Helena's mouth, all the way in.

Helena showed no signs of suffocation from the deepthroating; instead, she seductively licked my penis with her tongue, seemingly tempting me to ejaculate my hot semen into her mouth.

As she performed oral sex, Helena slowly recounted the events of the viral outbreak:
no one knew where the virus came from, only that by the time it was discovered, it was too late.

Orleans, Rome, Oceanus… one by one, the repaired singularities reappeared. The reason was strikingly similar: the virus ravaged several singularities, turning the humans into mindless, sex-obsessed zombies, causing the singularities' histories to deviate from the established order once more, leading to the re-emergence of repaired singularities. Faced with

this peculiar situation, the Heroic Spirits of the various singularities were temporarily helpless and could only gather at Chaldea to find a solution.

Chaldea, naturally, took this change very seriously. With the help of Heroic Spirits, Chaldea quickly obtained enough virus samples, and under Leonardo da Vinci's leadership, began a comprehensive analysis of the virus.
However, the most terrifying situation arose.

During his research, Leonardo da Vinci was infected by the virus at some point.

...

"Huh? Leonardo da Vinci? What's this additive? A newly developed vaccine to combat the virus? You want to add it to Chaldea's air circulation system?"

Late at night, only a young male technician was on night shift in the energy control room.

He had his back to Leonardo da Vinci, intently staring at the additive Leonardo da Vinci had brought.

Frankly, the pink solution in the test tube made him feel slightly uneasy. His instinctive reaction was to refuse Leonardo da Vinci's request.

"To change the operation of the air circulation system, we need the joint signatures of Leonardo da Vinci, Dr. Roman, and Gudako. Leonardo da Vinci, you... ugh!!!"

A sudden stroke of good fortune?

Suddenly, Da Vinci embraced the young, impetuous technician from behind, and provocatively sucked on his earlobe.

"They're all asleep now. If you want to sign together, you can wait until tomorrow during the day,"

Da Vinci's voice was gentle, even carrying an inexplicable "ambiguity.

" "But this thing is crucial no matter what, so it needs to be put into use as soon as possible."

"Just a little earlier, and I'll—give you a reward, okay?"

A reward?

The technician's initial reaction was the inappropriate thought, "Am I getting a raise?"
Da Vinci continued to suck on the technician's sensitive earlobe, her warm breath filling his ear, a strange, tingling sensation quickly spreading through his body, making him slightly weak.

Da Vinci smiled lewdly, her right hand skillfully unbuckling the technician's belt and reaching into his most sensitive area.

"Wait, Da Vinci, you... Ugh!!"

"Oh my, just a light touch, and you reacted so strongly? Could it be... you're still a virgin?"

Da Vinci's face showed surprise, and her breathing became slightly heavier.

"Uh, I..."

"Shh... no need to say anything, I understand. Such a fresh penis can't be satisfied with just your hand, you need to reward it properly."

Da Vinci walked up to the male technician and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
A soft and nimble tongue easily pried open the man's teeth and intertwined tightly with his tongue.

Seeing this, the male technician felt an inexplicable lust burning within him, and he began to actively cooperate with Da Vinci's kiss, holding Da Vinci's head tightly and taking the initiative.

A man and a woman passionately kissed, their saliva flowing freely between their lips and tongues. The male technician swallowed the sweet saliva as if it were a treasure, kissing Da Vinci even more greedily.
"Hehe, so proactive... I don't mind, but we've kissed enough, let's move on to the next step."

Gently pushing the man's head away, Da Vinci licked her lips and unbuttoned his shirt.

Her warm lips kissed the man's nipples, playfully nibbling at the sensitive tips with her teeth. After the man trembled a few times, her nimble tongue kissed down his chest, finally settling on his crotch.

"Ah... such a fishy smell, it's already so swollen..."

Da Vinci lightly licked the tip of his penis, savoring the clear fluid before revealing an expression of extreme pleasure.

She began licking the man's fully aroused penis, her sensitive tongue constantly rubbing the glans. Just a few licks were enough to overwhelm the male technician, his breathing becoming rapid.

"No... if you ejaculate so quickly, the semen will have no taste. A virgin's first ejaculation is the most precious treasure in the world; it must be properly prepared."

Her sweet mouth, like a fine instrument, tightly enveloped the tip of his penis. At the same time, Da Vinci spread her legs, exposing her pantyless, already dripping wet vulva, and inserted her fingers, vigorously pumping them in and out.

"Ah, so good... just a few fingers and it feels so good, if it were a hot, huge penis..."

She glanced seductively at the male technician, seemingly encouraging him to use his penis to violate her vulva.

Such provocation had completely exceeded his tolerance. He roared, his eyes turning red without him even realizing it, and suddenly pressed down on Da Vinci's head, treating his mouth like a tight vagina, thrusting rapidly!

"Ugh, oh... am I... am I going to ejaculate... I told you no... if it's too fast, the semen will have no taste..."

Because his mouth was being constantly thrust into by the penis, Da Vinci's voice became somewhat indistinct, but the satisfaction and greed deep in his scarlet pupils could not be concealed.

The male technician, who was already on the verge of exploding, of course ignored Da Vinci's words. While pressing down on Da Vinci's head, his red and hot glans suddenly swelled up again deep in his throat, and thick semen gushed out like an explosion.

A slight discomfort from suffocation appeared on Da Vinci's face, but more than that, there was the pleasure of being filled with semen.

A large amount of semen shot directly into his throat, slowly flowing down his esophagus into Da Vinci's stomach. Da Vinci continued swallowing, not letting a single drop of semen spill, her eyes filled with deep affection as she absorbed the technician's semen.

"Hehe, so now you're one of us too."

Da Vinci's crimson pupils gleamed with an ominous light.

She continued to hold the technician's penis, sucking on it lewdly.

Strangely enough, despite having ejaculated a large amount of semen, the technician's penis showed no sign of waning. On the contrary—compared to when he had just ejaculated, this fiery penis seemed even larger.

"Still not satisfied, are you? You can do it as many times as you want, mouth, vagina, ass, or anywhere else, you can even fill my uterus and stomach with semen... Hurry, hurry and violate me with your hot penis, give me complete pleasure!!"

Da Vinci lewdly uttered, tempting the beast before her.

Then, while she and the male technician were having frenzied sex, she turned on the switch on the pink test tube and, without hesitation, threw it into Chaldea's air circulation system.

"Now, the entire Chaldea will be our kind..."

Deep within her crimson pupils, the suppressed restlessness and lust finally erupted completely...

...

"What's going on? Who dares to cause trouble on my turf? Do they really think Gudako can't tear Servants apart with her bare hands?"

Hearing Chaldea's highest-level alarm, Gudako kicked open the door that could even be defended against by Servants' Noble Phantasms, and looked up to scan the scene in the corridor.

"Hmm?"

Naturally, she quickly noticed that something was wrong.

"Mr. Kongming? Even if you're working so hard that your sleep schedule is completely messed up, at least consider the occasion... This is a public place...?"

Even Gudako couldn't stand the stench in front of her. "Well, if you really want that person to compensate you for your overwork-induced death as overtime pay, I can play matchmaker for you, but to do this in broad daylight... um... isn't that a bit much?"

"Ughhhhh!!! This is the ultimate Ojinjin of the Great Strategist!! Did you see it, Master!!"

"Well, I've seen it many times when I make you work overtime to do daily quests... What? You mean this one with only one? Never mind then, I only like women! And men have to be like Astolfo!"

Gudako shattered the Stone Formation with a punch, and with a double kick, sent Mr. Kongming flying, saving the victim who was being assaulted by the irrational Mr. Kongming—

"Hey!! Arash!! Great hero!!! Wake up!! Even though you were just filled up and internally ejaculated by Mr. Kongming, your NP isn't full yet!! There's still room for recovery!! Wake up!! Live on! Arash!!" "

…………Stella!!!"

Tsk, so Mr. Kongming can provide NP to others using such adult methods? I didn't know that before, otherwise, my dungeon-clearing efficiency would be even higher.

Standing unharmed amidst the ruins, Gudako shook her head, deeply regretting her previous inefficient dungeon-clearing.

But what's going on now? Why do Mr. Kongming and Arash look like they've turned into berserkers? That shouldn't be the case.

Feeling something was wrong, Gudako started walking towards the control room, hoping someone could explain the situation to her.

But what she saw and heard along the way... truly broadened Gudako's horizons.

"Hahahaha!!! My treasury is overflowing with sex toys! How about it, women? Have you bowed down before my might?"

...So the king's treasury even has these kinds of things?

"Yo, Master, Lancer Cú Chulainn is here. Want to spend the night together...? Hey! Uncle Fergus, what are you doing? That thing is too big!! And shouldn't you be looking for women? Waaaaaaah!!!"

...Lancer is dead again, new cause of death: killed by Fergus.

You're not human!!

The strange sights and sounds along the way made Gudako wonder if she had slept through a time warp.
Fortunately, perhaps because Gudako had accumulated considerable prestige within Chaldea, even though the Servants were in a frenzy, apart from one unlucky individual, no one dared to attack her, allowing her to safely reach the control room.

There, Leonardo da Vinci was solemnly directing the resistance.

"Sector II firebreak, lower! Although we can't expect it to stop the Knight King for long, it will buy some time!"

"Are there any survivors in Sector III? Mash, please go and rescue them as soon as possible!"

After issuing several orders in a well-organized manner, Da Vinci finally noticed Gudako's arrival.
"Master, you've seen it too, Chaldea is in chaos."

"What happened?"

Gudako asked.

"It's a long story, but it's very likely that the 'viruses' we collected before have started to spread."

Da Vinci sighed and handed his water glass to Gudako. "The previous viruses were thought to only spread among humans and not infect Servants. Now, Master, you've seen it too, the infected Servants are in chaos—and they are actively infecting other healthy Servants."

Gudako was a little thirsty from the journey, so after taking Da Vinci's water glass, she unscrewed the cap and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Heroic Spirits? There wasn't any concrete evidence before that this virus couldn't infect them. But Da Vinci, weren't you the one in charge of keeping the virus samples at Chaldea? How did it turn out like this?"

"Because... I'm the one who did all this."

"...Huh?"

The atmosphere shifted abruptly.

Da Vinci's crimson eyes opened, a sinister smile on her face, staring intently at Gudako.

The doors to the control room slammed shut, completely sealing the area off.

At the same time, everyone around—whom Gudako had initially thought were Chaldea staff—all stood up, glaring coldly at her.

They were all Heroic Spirits, and their pupils were all a strange crimson.

Dozens of Heroic Spirits, and Gudako alone.

"Infected?"

It was obvious.

However, the fact that infected Heroic Spirits could maintain such a high level of rationality was completely unexpected for Gudako.

"Tsk, I was careless. I didn't expect you, Da Vinci, to be infected first, and even set a trap for me. But..."

Gudako clenched her fist, a hint of mockery on her face.

"Don't blame me for being too frank, but you think you can take my life with these few rotten potatoes and eggs? Isn't that too childish, Da Vinci?"

Da Vinci laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"Hahaha!! Let me tell you, the tea you just drank has been poisoned with the most potent poison in the world—"

"One-Day Death Powder?"

"Bullshit, it's a virus! A virus!!"

...Tsk!

To be honest, even before Da Vinci could spell it out, Gudako already sensed something was wrong with her body.

Heat, lust... all the symptoms of a virus infection appeared on her body without exception.

Da Vinci, of course, knew Gudako was the best in the world, so she never intended to confront Gudako head-on, but instead planned to infect her with a virus from the beginning. The amount of the virus she poured into that water glass was more than a hundred times that she had introduced into the air circulation system.

Clearly, in her mind, all the Heroic Spirits in Chaldea combined weren't even one percent as terrifying as Gudako.

...Even so, she was still deeply uneasy and summoned dozens of Heroic Spirits to maintain order. This was to deal with the desperate Gudako.

"I'm really curious now, where did this virus come from?"

Gudako's expression finally changed from playful to serious. "To be able to infect me—this virus probably doesn't exist in the world of *Fate/Grand Order*, does it?"

She closed her eyes, carefully sensing the changes inside her body.

Then, she snorted coldly.

"Tch, so it was you who was behind this. I should have realized it when I saw the tentacles on Jeanne's body. What, you finally couldn't resist and took matters into your own hands this time?"

She seemed to have discovered some major secret, but everyone else was completely clueless.

I was careless. I thought the person behind Jeanne was just a small fry, but it turns out it was that guy! I didn't expect him to have his sights set on the world of *Fate/Grand Order*.
Hmph, but you're a million years behind me! You couldn't beat me in our world, and you're still no match for me in this world!

"The moment of crowning has arrived! This is the thing that awakens all things!"

Just then, a gentle male voice rang out from outside the control room.

...

Dr. Roman saved the day from the cataclysm.

He revealed his true form as a Heroic Spirit, performing his second Noble Phantasm with the great deeds of the Magic King Solomon.
Chaldea had completely fallen. Only a few dozen Servants remained uninfected by the virus, a far cry from the hundreds infected. Continuing to hold out in Chaldea would only result in total annihilation.

But where could they escape to? Even if they escaped using spirit particle transfer, Leonardo da Vinci also possessed the ability to transfer spirit particles, allowing him to continue pursuing the survivors of Chaldea.

Therefore, we must escape to a place that Chaldea cannot lock onto.

That is—the Temple of Time, Solomon.

Dr. Roman reenacted King Solomon's great deeds, but because of this, his human body could not bear the weight of the heroic spirit's true form, and he closed his eyes forever, carrying his innate gentleness.

He left behind a "spark"—a "spark" carrying the hope of saving us from this catastrophe.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, Mashu."

"Sigh, Senpai…?"

"Don't worry, that guy's virus is powerful, but not enough to control me—provided I rest for a while."

Gudako smiled bitterly, a rare occurrence. "After all, he's on my level. If I could escape unscathed even if he was deliberately outmaneuvering me, he wouldn't dare to harm me, or the world I'm responsible for."

"Who exactly is that person…?"

"Don't ask, and you wouldn't know anyway. Just remember, he won't attack directly. Our enemies, just like our previous journey to save humanity, are those heroic spirits infected and corrupted by the virus."
…

"Although there was an accident with Leonardo da Vinci, the general direction was correct. We must collect enough virus samples to analyze the virus and find a way to overcome it."
After leaving Helena's room, Mash quickly found me and continued about the next mission.
"To this end, we need to find survivors and consolidate our forces. Similarly, we can't stay cooped up in this temple. To collect enough samples, we must risk going to various singularities, risking battles with infected Servants, to collect virus samples—not just from humans, but also from Servants." "

Miss Helena was unfortunately infected in a previous battle. Although we rescued her quickly... but... it was still too late."

Mash's mood was low.

This was to be expected. No matter how thorough the preparations beforehand, this virus was too domineering, and collecting virus samples would inevitably be risky.

Risk meant loss.

For Chaldea, which only had a few dozen Servants left, the loss of each Servant was immeasurable.
"Fortunately, we are not without a chance of fighting."

Mashu quickly concealed her low spirits. "Dr. Roman, and every Heroic Spirit, their sacrifices were not in vain. We transferred most of the technology from Chaldea—spirit particle transfer, spirit origin recording, and Heroic Spirit summoning circles. With these, we can continue fighting." The

Imitation Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique is a new technology developed by Second Chaldea to address its lack of combat power.

Relying on the spirit origin data of those summoned by Chaldea and recorded in the archives, it can achieve high-end mirrored spirit origin reconstruction, allowing the summoned Heroic Spirits to be repeatedly summoned.

Like the Jeanne d'Arc I rescued before, she was the result of an Imitation Heroic Spirit summoning, and therefore, Jeanne d'Arc Alter denounced her as an "imposter."

This Jeanne d'Arc can be repeatedly summoned; even if infected, a new, healthy "Jeanne d'Arc" can be summoned to continue the mission of saving humanity.

The drawback is that these "Imitation Heroic Spirits" are significantly weaker, possessing only 30-40% of the original's strength at most.

"This much is enough. There's never been a case of a fake being inferior to the real thing! As my senior said, the last person who thought Faker was weak is long gone."

...This sounds a bit ambiguous to me.

"And now, we have a new way of fighting, Temporary Master."

Mashu said to me calmly, "We've been using simulated Heroic Spirits for a while, not only to supplement our fighting strength, but more importantly because we've lost our Master. Without a Master to provide us with magical energy, we can't activate the Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique that only a Master can perform."

"Your arrival has changed everything."

In short, I now fully understand the situation I'm facing.

The virus is raging, Chaldea has fallen.

And I, as the one who will temporarily take over the role of "Master" of Chaldea, will fight alongside the Heroic Spirits to save this catastrophe.

...

"Seriously, I've taken on a troublesome mission."

Lying on the stone bed in my new room, I looked at the Command Seals on the back of my hand, feeling quite emotional.

I never expected the crisis I was facing to be so terrible. What's worse, unlike Gudako, I don't even have a companion like Mash.

Speaking of which… if I have Command Seals, then some Heroic Spirit should have signed a contract with me. Why can't I see anyone…?

Are they hiding? Or have they run into some trouble? This

is really a headache.

But… given the characteristics of this "virus," even if I unfortunately fail, it seems like my life won't be in danger, right? …Even, the idea of a future where there's never a shortage of sex seems pretty good… The image of that female

researcher's wanton appearance flashed through my mind, as well as Helena's forced restraint of lust, yet still forced to perform oral sex on me.

Recalling the sensations from that time, it seems… not bad…?

Hmm, I'm daydreaming again. A person's life isn't just about the lower body; there's also the upper body to manage!
Sleep!

An overwhelming sense of weakness washed over me, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

…

[The End]

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