Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 863: Brought the Entire Earth…

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At the very end…

Fang Mo still didn’t get his hands on that Book of Ages he was after.

His little partner at home was dead set on the condition that unless Fang Mo completely cleared at least one instance, he shouldn’t even think about touching any of the Book of Agess in her possession.

At first, Fang Mo planned to scare her into giving it up. But in the process of trying to frighten her…

Not to put too fine a point on it, he lost his self-control the moment he saw that glowing halo above her head, plus the furry cat ears and the little pale treat she was holding. He went ahead and thoroughly “devoured” that little troublemaker on the spot.

By the time Fang Mo came to his senses, she was already lying there so exhausted she couldn’t speak, panting for air, eyes unfocused, the halo above her head flickering faintly—like it might go out altogether.

“Uhh…”

Watching his panting partner, Fang Mo scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. “Hey, are you okay?”

“You…”

After quite a while, the Xiao Yao managed to roll her eyes in his direction, looking both pained and suspicious. “Did you…open it?”

“Ahem.”

At that, Fang Mo’s gaze immediately darted away.

Indeed, he was feeling pretty guilty. Because using dimensional permissions in that sort of situation was, frankly, a jerk move.

“You scumbag…”

Noticing him dodging her eyes, the Xiao Yao instantly realized she’d guessed right. She turned her head away again. “Get lost. I don’t want to see you.”

“C’mon, I said I’m sorry!”

Fang Mo quickly raised both hands in surrender. “I just forgot to switch it off. I didn’t do it on purpose… Could you maybe calm down for now?”

“…”

She said nothing at all.

“Uh, so…why’s your halo flickering?” Trying to find another topic, Fang Mo pretended he was concerned. “Honey? You gonna be okay?”

“You’ve got the nerve to ask?!”

She was too spent to hold it in, and she cursed him weakly. “How about you get your butt over here and let me do the same to you…?”

Clearly, she wasn’t joking. Because even as she spoke, she grit her teeth and tried to push herself up from the bed.

“Oh, wow, that reminds me—I’ve got something else to do!”

Seeing that, Fang Mo clapped his hands. “I almost forgot—I brought Logan (Wolverine) back here. He’s probably waiting for me. I’ll, uh, I’ll go handle that first!”

“Don’t you run away, you jerk—!”

Before she could finish, Fang Mo’s figure disappeared from the room. Almost instantly, somewhere deep in the White Earth—specifically, a forest shrouded in perpetual twilight—brilliant white light flashed, and Fang Mo appeared in front of Logan.

“?!”

The sudden burst of light startled Logan, and he reflexively popped his bone claws. But almost right away, he saw Fang Mo step out, looking guilty as sin.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Realizing who it was, Logan relaxed. Still, he kept talking: “Finally decided to show up, huh? Thought maybe you planned to dump me here for another eighteen years.”

“Ahem, why would I do that?”

Fang Mo coughed awkwardly in response.

“…Huh?”

Having spent quite a bit of time around Fang Mo, Logan noticed right away that his face looked off—like a mix of helplessness, headache, and annoyance. Usually, Logan was the one making others feel like that. “What’s your deal?”

“I tried to cause some trouble and got chewed out by my wife for it.”

Fang Mo didn’t bother hiding anything. He wiped a hand over his face in exasperation.

He knew perfectly well he was in the wrong this time. After all, using his dimensional privileges for something like that was even worse than doping up… In fact, if Fang Mo wanted to, his “abilities” in that department could go cosmic. For instance… he could literally force Ego the Living Planet to, well, do unspeakable things, and have the Hellstar come up from behind to—well, never mind. Even thinking about it made Fang Mo feel guilty. There was no way he could ask about that Book of Ages again anytime soon.

“I don’t know what you did,”

Logan finally spoke after taking a deep draw of his cigar,

“But I do know you deserved it.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side here, you know,” Fang Mo groaned.

“Nope, definitely not.”

Logan exhaled a cloud of smoke, then looked around at the towering trees. “So, what is this place anyway? I’d only just arrived when some weird blue critters started chasing me. Is your whole world just forest or something?”

“Of course not.”

Fang Mo seized the opportunity to explain, “This is the Twilight Forest—just one of countless unusual regions in the White Earth.”

“Twilight Forest?”

“You can think of it as a magical forest trapped in eternal dusk,” Fang Mo elaborated.

“So am I supposed to live here?”

Logan asked.

“You wanna live here?”

Fang Mo countered.

“Hell no!” Logan growled. “I can’t even find a bar, or any other sign of civilization. And those monsters just keep attacking me!”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

Fang Mo chuckled. “How about this: I’m not too busy right now, so let me show you around this world a bit. What do you think?”

“Fine.”

Logan nodded.

“All right, then.”

Fang Mo snapped his fingers right where he stood. A burst of dazzling white light flared; Logan squinted hard. By the time his vision had readjusted, the forest was gone.

“Where…are we now?”

Logan scanned the area. They were in what seemed to be a small town—clean asphalt roads, low wooden houses on either side, very modern. In fact, it looked more technologically advanced than New York in 1973. But soon enough, Logan noticed some details, like the writing on various signboards—jagged scribbles he couldn’t read.

“Is that…Japanese?”

He was nearly two hundred years old, after all. Logan quickly caught on. “So we’re in Japan?”

“Strictly speaking, we’re in Fuyuki City, Japan.”

Fang Mo glanced around at the outskirts of Fuyuki, which were indeed where they’d landed. A bit farther on would be Shirou Emiya’s house. “Come on, let’s go meet a few people—and grab a meal with them. If you like it here, you can stay in Fuyuki. If not, there’s always Night City.”

“…”

Logan had no clue what Fang Mo was talking about, but he followed anyway.

Soon enough, Fang Mo and Logan arrived at the Emiya residence. It looked exactly like it had during the Holy Grail War: a calm, quiet, traditional Japanese home.

Sure, it had been half-destroyed when Fang Mo blew it up during the war, but hey—there were enough magi around to fix some structural damage.

“Open up! SS patrol!” Fang Mo banged on the door. “We’ve had reports you’re harboring Jews in there!”

“Wait, what—?”

Logan stared at him, at a total loss, wanting to say something. But before he could, the door slid open with a creak. A red-haired Japanese teen stuck his head out.

“Oh, Shirou.”

Spotting him, Fang Mo greeted him with a grin. “Long time no see—doing all right?”

“!?”

Indeed, it was Shirou Emiya. Recognizing Fang Mo, Shirou froze, eyes wide. “A-A-A…”

“Yup, that’s me,”

Fang Mo cut him off, his tone serious: “I’m Avatar—”

“A-Adolf-san!?” Shirou finally recovered from his shock, beaming in surprise. “You…why are you here?”

“Oh, I just came to mooch a meal.”

Fang Mo replied breezily. “You’ve got enough ingredients, right? A few more people might be dropping by. So—”

He hadn’t finished his sentence when rapid footsteps came from inside. A petite figure flew straight at Fang Mo, hugging him tight.

“Mein Führer!”

Sure enough, it was Sakura. Ever since Fang Mo cleared up a major misunderstanding before leaving, she’d reverted to liking him again. Seeing Fang Mo suddenly show up now, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Oh, Sakura, it’s you.”

Fang Mo smiled at her and patted her head. “Good girl.”

“Whoa, hold on…”

Logan, standing to the side, couldn’t stand it anymore. “You wanna explain this ‘Führer’ nonsense? Don’t tell me you started another World War in this world too…”

“Hey, me being Jesus and hating the Jews makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”

Fang Mo shrugged. “Don’t you know? It’s literally illegal to own a Bible in the States now. If you really want to worship someone, maybe try Obama.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Logan had no idea what Fang Mo meant and just scowled.

“Fang Mo?”

Right then, another voice spoke up. Moments later, Rin Tohsaka emerged, also looking surprised to see Fang Mo. “Why are you—? Wait, who’s that?”

Unlike the others, Rin was more observant. She instantly noticed the man standing next to Fang Mo. A single glance was enough to see he wasn’t Japanese. “Is he a foreign magus, or…?”

“This girl asking about me?”

Logan looked to Fang Mo curiously.

Naturally, Logan didn’t understand Japanese. Fang Mo had a mod that let him speak with any intelligent species, but that didn’t apply to the people around him.

“She’s wondering who you are,”

Fang Mo explained. “She wants to know.”

“Hello, I’m Logan,” Logan introduced himself in English. “I’m a mutant.”

“Not sure they’ll understand that,”

Fang Mo noted, still scanning for the coordinates of other people—like the Ancient One or Aki Hayakawa—thinking about calling everyone together for a meeting. “They don’t speak English.”

“Ah, is that right?”

Logan seemed almost relieved by that. In a casual voice, he pointed to Shirou’s red hair. “So, do all modern Japanese teens look like this? Doesn’t that kid go to school? And that hair—no issues there?”

“No, that’s just how his hair is.”

Fang Mo shrugged.

“Huh?”

Logan was taken aback, then realized something. “So is that what Japanese people in other worlds are like? On the way here, I saw a bunch of people with purple or white hair, too…”

“Uh, more or—”

Before Fang Mo could finish, Rin Tohsaka abruptly shifted her focus to him, cutting him off. “Going by what you two are saying, this Mr. Logan isn’t a magus at all, but someone from another world? What does ‘mutant’ mean?”

It’s worth noting Rin had spoken that last part entirely in English.

“…You can speak English?”

Logan said in surprise, taking another look at this dark-haired girl.

“Of course.”

Rin Tohsaka gave him a polite smile; she was well-mannered around strangers. “Good afternoon, Mr. Logan. I’m Rin Tohsaka, current head of the Tohsaka household—and a magus.”

“A magus?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a bit young? Don’t you have school or something? The only magic shows I know are—”

“Not that kind of magician,”

Rin sighed. “Magus, as in someone who wields mystic arts. Only those with magic circuits can learn it. My family has been a line of magi for generations. Of course, there are various elemental affinities, too, like—”

“Uh…”

Logan was clearly baffled.

“She means wizard,” Fang Mo tossed in, “you know—like the ones from myth who can blast water out of nowhere.”

“All right.”

Logan nodded in understanding.

“Don’t make magecraft sound so crude!” Rin glared at Fang Mo, then turned her attention to Logan. “Mr. Logan… how exactly do you know that guy?”

“Oh, he tricked me into coming here from another world.”

Logan gave a straightforward explanation. He glanced at the others. “How about you? Did he fool you into coming too?”

“Us?”

Rin looked over at Shirou. Then she shook her head slowly.

“No… He brought our entire Earth along with him to this place…”

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