180: Chapter 180 James Moriarty, you're the culprit!

"Hehehe... Since the feast of deduction has reached its end, let us conclude it with this most violent miracle!"

Professor Moriarty held the Holy Grail, which radiated infinite malice, high above his head; the violent magical energy, like a materialized black tornado, roared wantonly within the penthouse office!

However, facing this source of calamity capable of distorting reality, the Phantasm detectives surrounding him did not take a single step back.

They came from different countries, lived in different eras, and some even existed only within fictional ink and paper.

But at this moment, before the absolute mission of "unveiling the truth," the wills of all the detectives reached a resonance that bordered on a miracle.

"Click."

Two hundred Phantasm detectives made the same movement simultaneously.

Some raised their pipes, some pressed their pocket watches, and others struck the ground heavily with their canes.

A combined Noble Phantasm, possessing no destructive power but radiating the light of absolute "truth," exploded into existence in the night sky of Shinjuku!

"Go, Master of Chaldea."

That British gentleman in a suit stepped aside, clearing a path for PD directly to Professor Moriarty.

"Go and speak those words... insignificant, yet capable of ending all evil!"

PD took a deep breath, braced against the terrifying magical storm, and strode to the highest point of the ruins.

He raised his right hand, his index finger like a sharp sword, pointing fixedly at Professor Moriarty in mid-air.

Under the shared witness of two hundred detectives, PD used all his strength and excitedly roared that absolute truth which had spanned countless childhoods and the history of deduction:

"James Moriarty—"

"The culprit is you!!!"

Boom!

The moment the words fell, the live stream chat exploded; countless viewers even automatically imagined the theme song of Detective Conan playing in their heads!

And within the game, this seemingly theatrical sentence, which lacked any physical lethality, triggered a terrifying chain reaction.

"Hum—!"

The layer of absolute defensive barrier on Professor Moriarty, representing "unsolvable crime," cracked inch by inch before these words, like shattered glass!

This was not a numerical suppression, nor was it a physical destruction.

This was the absolute collapse from a [conceptual] level at the moment the culprit was identified in public during the duel between "detective and criminal"!

"Ugh, ahhhhhh—!"

Professor Moriarty let out a painful wail, and his connection to the Holy Grail was forcibly severed by this concept of truth!

The golden Holy Grail slipped powerlessly from his hand, and the violent vortex of magical energy vanished completely along with it.

The old man seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsing heavily onto the broken marble floor, gasping for air.

"It's over, you old fox."

PD walked forward and tucked the golden-glowing Holy Grail into his arms.

He looked at the frail Professor Moriarty before him, but there was no arrogance of a victor in his eyes; instead, there was a hint of complexity.

"You went to great lengths, erasing memories, trying to deceive the great detectives, and even deceiving yourself."

PD crouched down, looking into the old man's eyes, "But... during that time when you fought alongside us as that 'good Professor Moriarty'..."

"You were actually happy, weren't you?"

Hearing these words, Professor Moriarty's turbid eyes trembled violently.

The live stream chat also went silent instantly.

"Hmph..."

Professor Moriarty smiled self-deprecatingly, covering his eyes with withered fingers, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Yes... being relied upon by others, racking my brains to save the world, and even protecting you all like a real old father..."

"That feeling was truly disgusting to the extreme."

He lowered his hand and looked up at the gradually dissipating night sky, letting out a long sigh.

"I had thought that once I regained this evil nature, I could mercilessly trample upon that period of hypocritical justice."

"But I didn't expect that in the criminal formula I prided myself on, the biggest flaw was that bond I myself was unwilling to part with."

"Instead, I was completely dragged down by the 'righteous self'."

Professor Moriarty sighed deeply, and on that aged face, a smile of relief—devoid of any calculation—finally appeared.

"But so be it..."

"The taste of so-called justice, actually, isn't bad at all."

With the complete defeat of the mastermind and the recovery of the Holy Grail, this distorted world known as the "Malicious Isolation Demonic Realm" finally began to disintegrate and restore itself.

The surrounding space began to distort, and the two hundred Phantasm detectives, having accomplished their mission, tipped their hats to PD before dissolving into blue specks of light filling the sky.

Immediately after, Professor Moriarty's spirit origin also began to gradually become transparent.

The old man struggled to stand up, leaning on his cane, bowed slightly to PD, and performed an impeccable British aristocratic salute.

"I apologize, Master of Chaldea."

"Although it was full of conspiracies and deceptions, those beautiful memories of fighting side by side were by no means fake."

Professor Moriarty's body was turning into golden stardust, and he winked playfully at PD.

"In the future, just treat the kind me and the evil me now as two different people."

"After all, I have already been recorded by your terminal as a proper Servant once."

"Perhaps next time... we might meet again in the summoning room of Chaldea!"

Accompanied by hearty laughter, this Napoleon of Crime disappeared completely into the glimmer of dawn.

"We definitely will, old man."

PD took a deep breath, his eyes stinging slightly.

The live stream chat was also full of tears: "Wuwuwu, although I'm very angry, hearing this last sentence still broke me."

"This script is truly amazing, it's simply a god-tier ensemble drama!"

"Professor is my husband! I'm going to roll for your max NP right now, wuwu!!"

After a brief moment of sadness, PD turned his head to look at The Count of Monte Cristo, who was waiting not far away.

"By the way, Count, you said before that you and Andersen only came to save the day because you were entrusted by someone..."

PD asked curiously, "Now that everything is resolved, can you tell me who exactly entrusted you behind the scenes?"

Hearing this question, Edmond Dantès pressed down his top hat, a meaningful smile flashing in his golden eyes.

"Who knows?"

The Count replied in his signature, slightly wild tone: "Perhaps... it was some fanatical fan of William Shakespeare."

With that, this guardian of dreams also turned into a mass of eerie blue flames, exiting the stage without any hesitation.

"A fan of William Shakespeare? What does that even mean?"

PD scratched his head and was about to continue complaining when the Chaldea communicator on his wrist suddenly lit up.

The holographic screen unfolded, and Mash's face, filled with worry and joy, appeared in the image.

"Senpai! Thank goodness! The Singularity has begun to restore, and the Rayshift program has locked onto your coordinates!"

Mash said excitedly: "Please stay where you are and don't move, we will bring you back to Chaldea immediately!"

"Okay, Kohai, I'll just—"

PD let out a long sigh of relief, preparing to give a victory sign to the screen.

However.

Just at the very last second before the Rayshift was about to initiate.

A hand wrapped in faint black flames suddenly reached out violently from the side.

"Slap!"

That hand unceremoniously covered the holographic projector of the communicator.

Mash on the screen only had time to let out a short "Eh?", and then the entire communication screen was instantly filled with static, immediately plunging into a black screen interface.