Karna's gaze flickered, but he remained silent.
Emiya let out a few "well, well, well" Sounds, saying, "This is quite unexpected."
Nikola Tesla stayed quiet.
The Saint of Dragons Martha, however, asked curiously, "May I ask how you convinced Alaya to transfer our ownership to you?"
Morpheus replied, "Simple. I saved humanity."
"Saved humanity?" Martha was surprised.
Emiya nodded, adding, "He's not wrong. A group called the Umbrella Corporation developed a virus capable of destroying humanity."
"If he hadn't stopped it, Alaya would never have handed us over to him."
Martha's eyes lit up with understanding, and she said with a smile, "So, you're a savior, Your Excellency. I have no objections to working under you."
Karna glanced at Morpheus and said, "I have no objections either."
Emiya chimed in, "As long as you don't work me to the bone like Alaya, I'm fine with it."
Morpheus turned to Nikola Tesla. "And you, Mr. Tesla?"
Tesla replied, "I have no objections."
The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga, laughed heartily. "Getting out of that dreary Throne of Heroes? I've got no complaints. But don't expect me to obey your every whim, Savior."
Morpheus said, "I don't expect blind obedience, but I'll need your help when the time comes."
Oda Nobunaga paused, then grinned. "Help, huh? Nice choice of words. I'm in."
Next was Minamoto-no-Raikou, who spoke softly, "If Your Excellency needs my assistance, I'm willing to lend my strength."
Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded in agreement.
Finally, Medusa glanced at Morpheus, saying nothing but offering no refusal either.
Morpheus smiled warmly. "Then it's settled. Let's sign the contract."
The Heroic Spirits he summoned weren't the type to oppose humanity.
His role as a savior naturally earned their goodwill, and they felt no aversion to him.
One by one, they signed the contract with Morpheus.
Once the contracts were complete, the Heroic Spirits realized just how powerful Morpheus was.
His strength was terrifyingly immense. After the contract, every Heroic Spirit felt their abilities elevated by several levels.
Martha, in particular, exclaimed with exaggeration, "You're not human, are you? What's your connection to the Lord? Are you His incarnation?"
It was understandable. The power of light Morpheus infused into the Heroic Spirits' bodies was strikingly similar to the holy light used by angels.
So, Martha instinctively assumed Morpheus was an incarnation of the Lord.
Such a degree of light wasn't something an ordinary angel could wield.
Even the archangel Michael might not match Morpheus's power.
Morpheus shook his head. "Miss Martha, you misunderstand. I'm neither your Lord nor His incarnation. I'm the Lord of the Light Dimension, a genuine Dimension Lord."
"To put it bluntly, I'm probably a bit stronger than your Lord."
"Hey, hey, hey, I can't let that slide!" Martha's eyes widened, a hint of irritation at Morpheus's claim.
This guy knew what he was saying, right?
Morpheus smiled. "If you don't believe me, Miss Martha, why not visit my dimension?"
Martha huffed, "Fine, I'll go. I'm not scared of you."
Morpheus turned to the others. "You all come too."
With that, he transported the group to the Light Dimension.
This was a world formed entirely of pure light energy, a dimension vast beyond comprehension.
Upon entering, Martha immediately felt her own insignificance and the terrifying power of the Light Dimension.
It was overwhelming—almost too much.
As a legendary saint, Martha had visited Heaven, but even Heaven didn't seem to possess such potent light energy.
Could this guy be telling the truth?
Was the Lord really inferior to him?
Though the thought felt blasphemous, the evidence was undeniable. This dimension was far more impressive than Heaven.
The light energy was almost too dense.
Beyond that, Martha noticed the place was bizarrely unique. The ground was covered with all sorts of food.
Meat grew on trees, pigs roamed about smelling of savory roast yet still prancing lively, and even the grass was made of spaghetti.
The rivers flowing nearby weren't water but streams of cream.
It was utterly bizarre.
"What kind of place is this?"
Emiya, equally struck by the oddity, couldn't help but ask.
Morpheus explained, "This is a fragment of a Gourmet World, but it was absorbed by my Light Dimension. Now it's my territory. Pretty incredible, right?"
Emiya nodded. "Incredible. Truly incredible."
As a Heroic Spirit, he'd been sent on countless missions by Alaya and seen many things, but nothing as absurd as this.
What kind of world was this Gourmet World?
Morpheus clapped his hands. "Since everyone's here, why don't you, Emiya, whip up a grand feast to celebrate our gathering?"
"I've got two chefs among my followers. Shall I call them to assist you?"
"No need," Emiya shook his head. "I can handle this amount of food."
There were only eleven people, including Morpheus. He could manage.
Even so, Morpheus had Hassan of the Hundred Faces lend a hand.
Soon, Emiya prepared a lavish spread.
Everyone gathered, eating, chatting, and bonding, closing the distance that had initially made things awkward.
They were no longer strangers.
Morpheus gained a deeper understanding of the group, beyond what he knew from their anime origins.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Morpheus spoke up. "I gathered everyone today not just to introduce you all but also to ask for your help with something."
"I've taken down the Umbrella Corporation's top executives and their devilish backer."
"But Umbrella still exists, especially their viruses scattered across the world. I need you to collect them."
He handed each Heroic Spirit a slip of paper listing the locations of viruses hidden by Umbrella's executives worldwide.
"These viruses are highly destructive. If they leak, the casualties will be catastrophic."
"So, I'm asking you all to make a trip, gather these viruses, and destroy them collectively."
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300 Power Stones = 2 BC
500 Power Stones = 3 BC
700 Power Stones = 4 BC
1000 Power Stones = 5 BC
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