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"Speech"
Time*
Chapter 72: Down You Go!
Hours later*
Well, I just won the lottery—effectively making my life a whole lot easier from here on out.
I stare at the feather pen resting in my left hand, the Visionary's Uniqueness in its current form, before willing it to change. The pen responds at once, its shape flowing and softening as it smoothly reshapes itself into a simple left white glove. I slip it onto my hand, the silky fabric cool against my skin, settling into place as though it had always belonged there.
Now, with the Uniqueness of the Visionary Pathway in my possession, I have gained partial authority over Loss of Control. It renders true madness nearly impossible; the familiar edge of instability is dulled and held firmly at bay. External influences can no longer seep into my mind so easily, their whispers blunted before they can take root, leaving my thoughts clearer—and far more my own.
The downside is clear enough. As long as I maintain this partial authority to keep myself in check, I can't afford to spare the Spirituality required for the Uniqueness's other abilities. It's a quiet but constant trade-off—stability in exchange for restraint.
In any case, I can technically let myself go if it ever becomes necessary, as long as I keep the Visionary's Uniqueness close at hand, ready to pull me back from the brink the moment I need it.
I let the Cards of Blasphemy fade away around me as I lean back, farther and farther, until I slip over the edge of the skyscraper. I descend headfirst, the ground rushing up at a terrifying speed. Yet I'm not concerned in the slightest.
On my right hand rests the Error's Uniqueness, formed into a similar silky glove—this one black.
With a wave of my right hand, I use the authority of Time and my partial authority over Space, stealing the timeframe of my fall and the very measure of height between myself and the ground below. The descent ceases instantly. I halt in midair, suspended as though the world itself has paused to accommodate me. Then, without haste, I step forward and calmly walk along the skyscraper's windows, treating the vertical glass as if it were solid ground beneath my feet.
I glance downward, peering inside to see Alucard cutting through hordes of vampires. What stands out immediately, however, is that this is the original male Alucard—somehow swapped in place of his parallel counterpart, the one born female. At some point, without realizing it, I've slipped into a parallel version of Hellsing, one where the Alucard I first encountered has vanished entirely.
Fortunately for me, thanks to the Error's Uniqueness, I can still feel the connection to my previous reality—the tangled convergence of multiple series I came from. That link hasn't been severed, merely stretched, which means I should be able to return the same way I arrived.
Still, my curiosity lingers. I can't help but wonder what would happen if I were to bring the original Alucard back to his proper reality… and have him come face-to-face with his female counterpart. Especially considering that she killed Integra, the very master to whom the male Alucard was bound.
I pause for a moment as I spot someone both painfully familiar and distinctly unfamiliar standing near Alucard while he guns down the surrounding vampires. It's the Integra of this reality. And judging by what the female Alucard once said about her, confirmed by the fear etched plainly across Integra's face, and by her current attire, a garish purple dress that reeks of experience without backbone, I'd say the assessment was accurate.
She's a coward.
I watch as Integra clutches desperately at Alucard's red coat, gripping it like a lifeline, as though letting go for even a second would mean her immediate death.
I take a step forward, using Door Opening as I phase cleanly through the window. At the same time, I undo the effects of the Error's Uniqueness, allowing gravity to reclaim me once more, the familiar pull settling back into place as reality resumes its hold.
Briefly, I consider using the Visionary's Uniqueness to make everyone ignore my existence entirely. However, I'd rather keep my authority over Loss of Control active for as long as possible—especially with my current state still unbalanced, not yet a Sequence 8 Beyonder across all Pathways. The risk of an accident isn't something I'm willing to invite.
Instead, I simply Steal anyone's perception of me the instant their eyes land in my direction.
I move off to the side and settle into an abandoned office chair, sitting back as though I'm merely an observer. From there, I watch Alucard systematically tear through the vampires trying to swarm him and Integra, blood and gunfire filling the space while I remain calmly seated, untouched by the chaos.
While Alucard cuts down the vampires with what seems like an endless supply of bullets pouring from his two guns, I activate Recall and sift through my memories. The process is far faster than before, now that I've reached Sequence 8: Archaeologist.
I quickly locate the Computational Divination results tied to this alternate reality of Hellsing, and the conclusion is almost disappointing. This world has been steered straight toward the story's ending… and a poorly executed one at that, as though the entire narrative itself had been rushed to a crude conclusion.
"Alucard, my beloved! You once again save me!" Integra shouts in a joyful voice—so earnest that it makes me instinctively wonder what the Integra I know, the one dead in my reality, would do if she ever witnessed her counterpart acting like this.
I pause for a solid minute.
Yeah. She'd probably shoot her on the spot.
Or do something far worse.
I snap out of my thoughts just in time to see Alucard shove Integra away, disgust written plainly across his face. The sight nearly makes me snort, though I manage to keep quiet as I continue observing the two, well, more accurately, using them as a mild distraction.
It helps me calm me down somewhat before I head back to reunite with Momoyo. My brief self-reflecting detour is more or less over. Short, but necessary—something I needed to sort through before picking up the many plans I'd placed on hold.
Suddenly, someone materializes out of thin air, forcing both Alucard and Integra to freeze mid-motion.
I rise from the chair—and in the same instant, I'm behind the newcomer. I Steal everyone's thoughts in a heartbeat, plunging Death's Uniqueness, taking the form of a black short sword, straight through the back of their head.
Then I slash downward in one clean motion, splitting them cleanly in half before anyone can even process what happened.
I follow up by using Death's Uniqueness and its authority of Pallor—the ultimate expression of Withering, where all things are reduced to nothing but fading absence. The corpse pales, thins, and then vanishes from existence entirely.
Afterward, I Steal Alucard's and Integra's thoughts once more, then use the Visionary's Uniqueness to erase their memory of everything that just occurred—along with any knowledge tied to the corpse at all.
With that done, I phase downward through the floor using Door Opening, slipping out of the scene as if I had never been there at all.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper, unfolding it slowly to reveal a bucket list of things to do in this reality.
"Dealt with the person who was supposed to be a fellow transmigrator like me or something along those lines and prevented the guy from crossing into my reality through Alucard." I mutter to myself as I check the item off the list.
I fold the paper back up and slip it into my back pocket once more.
I barely manage to step back before a shot cracks down from above. Bullets begin raining from the ceiling, forcing me into motion as I launch into a series of backflips, narrowly avoiding each streak of gunfire as they tear through the air where I'd been a heartbeat earlier.
I don't stop until I reach the door. One sharp kick sends it flying off its hinges, and I flip once more, using Door Opening mid-motion to phase straight through the wall.
I emerge smoothly into a different room across from the one I'd occupied before.
"Whoops. Looks like Alucard heard me." I think aloud on purpose, not bothering to hide the fact that I've just given away my position.
I snatch a stack of documents from a nearby desk, flood them with Spirituality, and watch as they stiffen and sharpen, temporarily transforming into Paper Daggers. With a flick of my wrist, I hurl the entire swarm forward in a deadly fan.
In that same instant, Alucard materializes from the room's shadows, just in time to lock eyes with me in a murderous glare. A split second later, the Paper Daggers slam into him in a brutal wave, several piercing straight through his body and even into his eyes.
Alucard roars in pain, the sound echoing violently through the room.
I draw Spirituality into my lungs, heat and venom coiling in my chest as I exhale a torrent of Poisonous Flames toward Alucard—a Devil Spell–like ability I gained through my Demonic Attribute upon reaching Sequence 8: Coldblooded.
However, the Poisonous Flames aren't fast enough. Alucard blocks them by summoning his hellhound, Baskerville, which erupts from the shadows and takes the blast head-on.
Unfortunately for Alucard, it's a mistake. The Poisonous Flames cling and spread, burning into the hellhound's form while venom seeps through its shadowy flesh. Baskerville howls as its body withers, leaving the massive black dog unable to follow up with a counterattack.
I cartwheel to the side, snatching another handful of loose sheets as I move. In one fluid motion, I flood them with Spirituality, converting them into Paper Daggers and hurling them toward Alucard—faster and sharper than before.
They tear into him, carving fresh wounds across his body, yet it still isn't enough to slow the True Vampire. Alucard answers with a storm of gunfire, multiple bullets ripping through the air in my direction.
I counter immediately—snatching another stack of papers, converting them into Paper Daggers, and hurling them forward with perfect accuracy. The sharpened sheets collide with the incoming bullets midair, slicing them apart before they can reach me.
"Come on, Alucard! You can do better than that!" I shout in glee as I draw my revolver from its holster and fire a Demon Hunting Bullet straight at him.
He doesn't even try to dodge, clearly underestimating me still, and that proves to be yet another mistake. These rounds are far more effective against corrupted beings than ordinary ammunition, and Alucard most certainly qualifies as one.
This time, his scream isn't theatrical.
It's real.
"Best avoid these ones, Alucard. I made them with you in mind, and they've got your name written all over them! So have at thee!"
I unload the rest of the Demon Hunting Bullets from the revolver in rapid succession, forcing him back under the barrage. Then I duck behind a nearby desk and reach into the Sefirot: River of Eternal Darkness, pulling out another set of Demon Hunting Bullets.
These aren't freshly made like the last ones. They're an older batch I crafted long ago and deliberately stored within the Sefirot, where they've been steeped and enhanced by corruption over time.
And by no means are these going to behave the same as the previous shots.
If even one of these lands, Alucard is in for a very nasty surprise.