Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid - Chapter 21

I originally thought this was a world like an ordinary urban novel…Drawing comics by myself, traveling is pretty good.
But tell me, what happened to this magician called “Emiya Kiritsugu” who jumped on my face?
Who changed the settings?
Currently involved in the content of “F/Z”, “F/SN”, “Fantasy Carnival”, “The Emiya’s Meal”, “The Holy Grail of the Imperial Capital”, “FLA”, “Elmello II Event Book”, “FGO”, “FE”, etc.
Others related to “JOJO’s Bizarre Adventure”, “Rebellious Lelouch”, “Persona 5”, “Attack on Giant”, “Death”
“FGO”, “FE Series”, “FA”, “FSF”, “Cangyin”, “Magical Girl Illya” will be involved next…

- Description from novelbuddy

【Absurd】【Unprincipled】【Unpredictable】......The majestic mortal realm encompasses the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.A world bursting with myriad colors, brimming with joyous cultivation.When Chu Liang opened his eyes and discovered that he had become a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sect and possessed a strange pagoda… from that moment on, he embarked on a path he never imagined.The morning mist rises from the Thirty-Sixth Peaks, and thousands of miles away, a dragon was slain!......“Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!”

When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”