Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

For four hundred years, his heart had withered. Yet at this moment, it felt as if life had returned to it, bursting with vitality.

A surge of unshakable determination flooded through him, urging him forward to complete his mission, no matter the cost.

Once his resolve was set, Ji Uemon used the wealth he had accumulated over four centuries to acquire the homunculus creation technology from the Einzbern family. Returning to his own domain, he plunged himself entirely into experiments aimed at recreating Amakusa Shirō's abilities in the form of Mystic Eyes.

If this experiment succeeded, he would finally be able to honor the reason Amakusa Shirō allowed him to live, finally able to face his parents with a smile, even in the afterlife.

No, his parents wouldn't end up in hell—they were good people, having lived their entire lives without harming anyone. Unlike him. His hands were stained with the blood of countless lives. Even in death, he was certain his destination would be the fiery pits of hell.

Though the thought saddened him, he still hoped that when his time came, he wouldn't meet his parents there.

Fueled by fervent passion, Ji Uemon threw himself into the experiment.

But heaven seemed unwilling to grant him his wish.

The difficulty of the experiment was beyond imagination, bordering on the impossible.

No matter how many homunculi he created, even if he used living humans or infants as raw materials, the experiment made no progress.

Amakusa Shirō's unique thaumaturgical circuits were simply beyond replication by human means.

By this point, Ji Uemon had long understood the truth. The miracles Amakusa performed were not the acts of a saint or a divine child but the result of his extraordinarily unique thaumaturgical circuits. These circuits continuously shifted, allowing him to interface with any magical foundation. Since the natural world was brimming with countless such magical foundations, every gesture and action of Amakusa invoked thaumaturgy encoded within the fabric of the world itself. Healing wounds, walking on water—these were mere expressions of his inherent talent.

But no matter what Ji Uemon tried, he could not replicate such ever-changing thaumaturgical circuits, let alone transform them into Mystic Eyes.

Just as despair threatened to consume him again, a single homunculus was born.

This homunculus emerged prematurely in his workshop and was immediately ordered under Ji Uemon's protection.

Ji Uemon knew that, on rare occasions, the Einzbern family's creations produced exceptional anomalies. Such anomalies often exhibited extraordinary potential.

After conducting experiments, Ji Uemon arrived at a thrilling conclusion.

This homunculus possessed an astonishing "adaptive" aptitude. Its thaumaturgical circuits could evolve based on the adjustments made during experimentation!

To Ji Uemon, this discovery was nothing short of a treasure.

Without hesitation, he gouged out the homunculus's eyes and returned them to the lab for experimentation.

After a grueling year of relentless effort, he finally succeeded.

Bit by bit, he refined the Mystic Eyes, successfully infusing them with the same thaumaturgical capabilities as Amakusa Shirō's, creating something utterly unprecedented.

The progress was so smooth it felt almost miraculous.

So smooth, in fact, that Ji Uemon found himself wondering if even the Root itself might be aiding his quest.

Of course, such musings were merely idle fantasies.

If he had truly been favored by the Root, he wouldn't have endured such despair. He would have spent his life in his childhood village, living peacefully alongside his parents.

Initially, Ji Uemon intended to implant the Mystic Eyes into himself. But his experiments revealed an unavoidable truth—the Mystic Eyes were only compatible with their original host. No matter what he tried, he couldn't wield them himself.

Reluctantly, he returned the Mystic Eyes to the homunculus.

The moment the homunculus opened its eyes, it asked a question that caught Ji Uemon off guard.

"Where's Jeanne?"

Such an innocent, naive question. So unassuming, yet so absurdly childish.

Ji Uemon brushed it off casually and shifted focus to training him in thaumaturgy.

If the Mystic Eyes could only be wielded by this homunculus, then the only option was to strengthen him. He would send the homunculus to Fuyuki City to use the Mystic Eyes on the Greater Grail, overwrite its mechanisms, and restore the world to its former state.

Ji Uemon held nothing back. The magical knowledge and techniques he had accumulated over four centuries were poured unreservedly into teaching the homunculus.

This was unprecedented in the world of thaumaturgy.

Only a direct heir destined to inherit a family's Magic Crest and leadership would receive such treatment. No disposable tool, no mere homunculus discarded in the waste pit, would ever be given such privilege.

The homunculus should have been grateful, should have regarded this as an unparalleled blessing.

Ji Uemon even ordered the other magi, commoners, and homunculi on the mountain to treat the homunculus as a "saint" or "divine child," bowing and kneeling before him in reverence.

This wasn't for the homunculus's sake. It was Ji Uemon's way of commemorating the past, of mourning what had been lost.

And then—

The third despair came.

One day, the homunculus betrayed him.

The homunculus had never been hypnotized, as Ji Uemon had believed. In secret, it had mastered the basics of using the Mystic Eyes. It turned those eyes against the mountain, activating the barriers and setting the entire area ablaze.

Everyone on the mountain perished in flames.

"Traitor! You wretched traitor!" Ji Uemon roared in fury.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The homunculus laughed maniacally.

Once again, Ji Uemon feigned death to escape.

But everything he had worked for—his mission, his purpose, his accomplishments—was reduced to ash in that inferno.

Fire again.

It was always fire.

Every time, fire consumed everything he cared about.

He thought he had found his reason to live, only for it to slip away, leaving him utterly hollow.

Three moments of despair.

Each one stripped him bare. Each one left him with nothing.

Even one such loss would be enough to destroy most people. Ji Uemon endured all three.

He left the mountain, wandering aimlessly. He had lost his purpose, his drive. For three years, he drifted through life like an empty shell, existing but no longer truly alive.

And then, news of the Fifth Holy Grail War reached his ears.

Ji Uemon stood alone in the snow for days, silent.

Finally, he turned and began his journey to Fuyuki City.

He had nothing left.

But he still remembered the mission that once reignited his passion and the fervor that had filled his heart after centuries of emptiness.

Even without the Mystic Eyes, without his workshop or disciples, he still had something to do.

Save the world.

He would join the Holy Grail War.

No matter what.

If he couldn't restore the world to what it had been ten years ago, then he would ensure it didn't become worse.

If he couldn't use the Greater Grail, he would destroy it.

That was his wish this time.

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