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Have a pleasant journey.
It wasn't exactly wrong to call it a trip-after all, he could return at any time-but there was still something off about the System saying it like that.
Hiro complained silently.
"Ding! Detected that the host possesses a Designated Target Replacement Card. You may designate and replace a character from this world. Do you wish to use it?"
"Note: After use, the host will acquire all abilities and Karma (including unfavorable ones) of the replaced character. The host's appearance will not change."
Now that it mentioned it, he had obtained something like this a long time ago.
Hiro thought for a moment, then asked instead of answering.
"Can I replace the Last King?"
"Negative."
"Can I replace Voban, the Marquis de Sade?"
"Affirmative."
"Can I replace Godou Kusanagi?"
"Affirmative."
Even those two were acceptable.
"What about Pandora?"
"Affirmative."
That too.
With a faint sense of awe, Hiro gave his answer.
"Do not use."
This was his first time consuming System energy to cross worlds. Too many things were still uncertain.
The value of the Replacement Card was also immeasurable.
What if the Campione! timeline had already progressed far, and Godou Kusanagi was already extremely strong?
Replacing him would mean discarding Fate/Luck that might already be high-tier.
And Godou Kusanagi didn't even have Karma worth coveting.
No childhood sweetheart.
No brocon sister.
Parents barely existed.
The only thing remotely attractive-the Prometheus Stone Tablet-was something illusion magic could handle.
There was no reason to replace him.
As for Campiones like the Marquis or the Sword King, they were even more valuable resources.
Replacing them would just be a waste.
When the System fell silent, Hiro looked around the harbor-like environment and quietly relaxed.
Thankfully, he'd crossed over while fully dressed and presentable.
If a foreigner suddenly appeared on the dock in pajamas or barefoot, that would've been far too conspicuous.
"Hmm. Magic power circulation and spell usage are completely unaffected."
Hiro circulated his magic power lightly.
The gazes focused on him quickly dispersed.
Satisfied, he nodded.
After a brief observation, he picked a road leading toward the town center and started walking.
Soon, he stopped in front of a tourist sign and studied the text while resting his chin on his hand.
Following common sense, the top line and the bottom line should be local languages.
German?
French?
Dutch?
He didn't know where he was yet, but it definitely wasn't Britain or America.
"I really wish I had Thousand Languages."
Hiro sighed, shook his head, and walked toward the pitifully small "1" on the System map.
After becoming a Campione, one automatically gained Thousand Languages.
The same applied to devils, fallen angels, and angels in the previous world-a setting from the original novel that the anime didn't make very clear.
But right now, Hiro was still technically just a human with slightly excessive strength.
Naturally, he didn't have that privilege.
With Fate/Luck at only "1," the target was likely just a minor extra from the original work.
Or perhaps someone who didn't even appear directly, only classified as Tier 1 because of indirect connections.
After walking for several minutes, Hiro didn't even activate Observation Haki before seeing the owner of that "1."
He instantly covered his eyes and turned his head away, absolutely refusing to look again.
"Oh-gah! What the hell did I just see?!"
Even that single glance burned the image into his mind.
A robust, completely naked man was striking provocative poses in the center of the square under the blazing sun.
Meanwhile, passersby acted as if nothing was wrong.
It reminded him vividly of a certain "Maou" from his previous life.
Closing his eyes, Hiro switched to Observation Haki.
He sensed the figure's movements-and the unmistakable non-human aura.
Combined with the abnormal behavior of the surrounding crowd, the identity became undeniable.
A Heretic God.
True name unknown.
Encountering a Heretic God within minutes of arriving was, statistically speaking, extremely lucky.
Unfortunately, Hiro only wanted to erase that eye-assaulting abomination as quickly as possible.
With a cold sensation, a blood-red long spear appeared in his right hand.
Thanks to his presence-reduction magic, no one around reacted to the sudden weapon.
"Oh? What a kawaii child."
A seductive male voice whispered directly into his ear.
Hiro shuddered violently.
At the same time, the "humanoid" nearly a hundred meters away moved.
It pulled a longbow from nowhere, drew the string, and aimed straight at him.
"Become my person."
"Your sister!"
Swearing aloud, Hiro hurled the blood-red spear with all his strength.
-The moment it left his hand, the spear shattered the sound barrier.
"!!..."
"...!"
The violent shockwave distorted the air.
Nearby buildings rattled.
Several unlucky passersby closer to the trajectory were blown off their feet, cries of alarm ringing out.
"Ding! One-Tier Fate/Luck extraction complete. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Top-Tier Durex (10 boxes)."
...Ten boxes.
Hiro fell silent.
"Oh, child beloved by the sun," the Heretic God said, its form dissipating. "May your journey as a Campione be smooth."
Hiro: Cupid, the Heretic God?!
What era is this Cupid from?
Which country?
Which race?
Which religion?!
Gah!
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