"Ugh..."
As the massive energy entered her, gaia narrowed her eyes comfortably.
A sound similar to a kitten's purr came from her mouth, and her whole being was almost dazed by the bliss.
"Thank you... big brother!"
"Alright," Hansen stood up and stretched after finishing everything, "It's time to say goodbye."
He returned to the girls' side and swung his right hand violently toward the void.
Rippp—!!
The spatial barrier between the Root and the world outside was torn apart like cloth, revealing a dimensional passage leading to an unknown dimension.
"Hold on tight, everyone, we're heading out!"
Hansen reminded them, and platinum divine power erupted, enveloping all the girls within.
Almost in the blink of an eye, that platinum meteor rushed out of the Type-Moon world's crystal wall system and disappeared into the endless Dimensional Sea.
The The Root returned to its tranquility.
Only a somewhat melancholy alaya and a satisfied gaia remained... The endless Dimensional Sea was bizarre and kaleidoscopic.
The small Divine Kingdom Hansen constructed was like a platinum meteor, traveling smoothly through the violent spatial turbulence.
But inside this seemingly peaceful ark, a tragic war had just ended.
"I have to admit... your stamina... is also at a cheating level..."
Artoria had none of her majesty as the King of Knights at this moment. The Pure White Bridal Gown Hansen had specifically manifested for her was in disarray, with several lace edges even torn by brute force.
She was slumped on a huge silk couch. The ahoge on her head, which was usually full of spirit, was now drooping lifelessly, looking more exhausted than if she had participated in an entire Holy Grail War.
"But I... will not admit defeat!"
The blush on the young king's cheeks spread all the way to her slender neck. Her emerald eyes were full of mist, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
"That's because you're too weak, newcomer."
A tsundere voice rang out. Asuka was wearing a similarly damaged red plugsuit. Although her legs were trembling slightly, her mouth remained unyielding.
She held a bottle of energy drink, gulped down a large mouthful, and gave a provocative look: "If you want to challenge me again, you're welcome anytime. Anyway... I won't lose!"
"My, my, Princess, the sound of you begging for mercy just now was the loudest."
Mari Makinami pushed up her glasses and added with a smile.
"No way...!!"
Ignoring Asuka's bared teeth, she leaned on Hansen's shoulder like a lazy pink Persian cat, her fingertips drawing circles on Hansen's firm chest.
"But BOSS is indeed a monster. Even if we joined forces, plus this new knight lady, we're completely no match for him."
As for Rei Ayanami, she was the most straightforward, having already curled up in Hansen's arms and fallen asleep with steady breathing.
Hansen leaned against the headboard, feeling refreshed.
What does it mean to have the value of the Monster King?
Even if this group of girls, who had also been modified by divine power, took turns, they would still end up throwing away their armor and surrendering in the end.
"It's not over yet."
A wicked smile curved at the corner of Hansen's mouth as he looked at Irisviel, who was hesitating outside the door, her face as red as a ripe apple.
The newly reborn 'Wife' never expected that the speed at which the flames of war spread would far exceed her imagination.
"Iri, you've been outside for a long time, haven't you?"
"Eh? I-I-I..." Irisviel waved her hands in panic, her eyes darting away, "I can't do it..."
Hansen didn't give her a chance to refuse. He reached out his long arm and pulled the silver-haired beauty directly into his arms.
"Since we're a family, we should be all together."
...Although the dimensional voyage was long, life within the Divine Kingdom was not boring.
Besides a shameless and happy life, His Majesty the Monster King wasn't just doing nothing productive.
In order not to let the three good prospects waste their talents, Hansen directly opened up an arena in this independent divine power space.
"Hah!"
Illya gave a soft shout, and the platinum divine power behind her turned into a huge magic turret, firing a torrent of magical energy strong enough to level a city block.
Boom!
Opposite her, a man in a blue bodysuit holding a red spear jumped away in a mess, still cursing under his breath.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's with this brat? Does she have infinite mana?!"
Cu Chulainn was about to have a breakdown.
He was staying perfectly fine in the Throne of Heroes when he was suddenly summoned by an irresistible force. It turned out he wasn't here to participate in a Holy Grail War, but to be a sparring partner for a few little girls!
And there wasn't even a master in this place. The man sitting in the stands could suppress him until he couldn't move with just a single glance.
"Lancer died again! How inhumane!"
In the distance, Tohsaka Rin held her Ruby, complaining while skillfully performing Yin-Yang arts combined with Jewel Magecraft, bombarding another unlucky Hassan.
"Concentrate, Rin."
Hansen sat on the throne in the stands, holding a glass of red wine, leisurely pointing out her flaws. "Your movements are too redundant. At this distance, stabbing him in the kidney is three times faster than you chanting an incantation."
"Who would use such a crude move!" Although Rin was stubborn, her movements were honest. Three Black Keys whistled through the air, accurately blocking Hassan's retreat.
As for Sakura, her fighting style was the most eerie.
The purple-haired girl stood quietly in place. The shadow beneath her feet was like a living swamp, constantly devouring everything around her.
Her opponent was Caster Gilles de Rais. That uncle who liked tentacle play was now being tied into a zongzi by tentacles from an even more terrifying Imaginary Number Magecraft, letting out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
"Well done," Hansen nodded in satisfaction.
Although he had left the Type-Moon world, the administrator permissions he had snatched wouldn't expire.
As long as he wanted, he could access the Throne of Heroes at will and pull those Heroic Spirits out as free labor.
Of course, this kind of 'wool-pulling' behavior naturally had someone else paying the bill... Type-Moon world, the The Root.
"Waaaah... Robber! Bandit! Scoundrel!"
alaya was rolling on the ground, holding her head, her originally cute little face now wearing a mask of pain.
Every time Hansen summoned a Heroic Spirit in the dimensional gap, it consumed the origin mana of the Type-Moon world.
This feeling was like someone taking her credit card and swiping it like crazy, while she not only couldn't report it lost but also had to smile by their side.
"Waaaah..."
alaya looked at the large, still-leaking hole in the Root, then at gaia, who was still heartlessly eating the divine power snacks left by Hansen. Her mental state completely collapsed.
"Stop eating! Our family fortune is about to be drained dry by that man!"
gaia licked the divine power crumbs off her fingers, tilted her head, and said innocently: "But... the things big brother left behind are really delicious."
"And, alaya, didn't you say it would be fine as long as he left?"
"I told him to leave! I didn't tell him to leave with my wallet!"
"Aaaaaah..." alaya's wails echoed through the Root.
Unfortunately, the culprit had long since gone far away.
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