Shinji Matou at Your Service - Chapter 1021: Kiritsugu Emiya Takes Action

Who is the real overlord on earth?

Human beings who claim to be the spirit of all things?

But when bees stop collecting honey, human civilization will come to an end.

Perhaps one day aliens will come, they may not necessarily study human society, but they will definitely study insect society.

This kind of little thing is all over the world, and it has a greater number than other biological species.

Its every move affects the balance and prosperity of the world’s ecology.

As an envoy of the Younv family, Meiji can manipulate genes, copy, transplant, and even transform and optimize.

In the ninja world, genes are also read as blood succession limits.

“Sa, feel the horror of the swarm.”

I am the swarm!

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Light and darkness are twins, blessings and curses coexist.Oh girl who stands upon the stage of destiny,May your path ahead be filled with blessings.------------Anko Probabilistic Narrative Writings：It's like telling stories by rolling dice. Just as many games offer various action and dialogue options that lead to different branching storylines, this book creates characters, advances the plot and builds the world view by providing a large number of different branches and using dice rolls to determine the outcome.

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her.

One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home.

At first, Emily wasn’t popular in other people’s homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant.

Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

The elders and older brothers who didn’t really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy.

Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her.

Grandpa said, “Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?

Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn’t discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily’s hands were never wrong.

Her father pleaded, “Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!”

Her brothers pleaded. “Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother’s school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can’t go back on your word.”

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.