The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 431 Chaldea Servant Strength Tier List
Fat Caesar's focus upon receiving the notification was clearly different from the others. "Designate any ingredient...to taste...sea monster meat, hehe!"

"Brother Caesar, brother Caesar, wipe your drool, look at yourself, your mouth is crooked from grinning!"

Having just finished hunting a hundred-meter-long sea king, Hector wiped his spear and noticed Caesar's appearance beside him. He couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye and nudged the fat man who was grinning foolishly in the sea breeze with his elbow.

"What!?" Caesar hurriedly lowered his head to wipe his mouth, but found no saliva. He turned around angrily and said, "Hector, you tricked me!"

"Heh heh, huh? I'm just kidding—cough cough, what I mean is, buddy, pay a little attention and stop daydreaming. Even if you're eyeing those dishes, you need to be eligible for the lottery, right? Without points and ranking, how can you get a free tasting opportunity? Are you just going to stare blankly at these piles of stinking, meaty mountains?"

"That's right!" Fat Caesar nodded repeatedly after hearing this. His face flushed red, and the heat accumulating in his swollen spiritual core began to burn. He gripped his sword, "Yellow Death," for the sake of the endless high-class cuisine—

"First, I must have it!"

I came, I saw, I conquered—

"To be! To see! To be victorious!"

The light of his Noble Phantasm burst forth, and he wielded his golden sword in a dense, impenetrable golden curtain, slicing the head of a giant beast that was biting down into tiny, fine pieces!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Wow, am I dreaming?"

"Could these... these are all top members of the Red-Haired Pirates!?"

The Golden Hind arrived last, followed by the Gorgon sisters and a host of others.

By this time, several leaders had already returned to their own ships from Emiya's "flagship".

The water was turbulent and the wind was howling. With the giant waves crashing, the sailors were practically lying on the ship's sideboards, dumbfounded, all staring blankly at the scene where the large number of monstrous sea monsters that had roamed freely in the calm zone were being easily slaughtered.

You have to understand that even when Drake had the 'key', he didn't dare to provoke these giant sea monsters that roamed in various calm zones. It wasn't that he couldn't defeat them one by one, but that there were too many of them. If he used all his firepower to fight them head-on, he wouldn't be able to escape from the sea!

In this respect, Shadow Border, disguised as the Red Firth, has at least one advantage: it can fly. As an imaginary submarine, it's amphibious, meaning it can easily escape any trouble at sea by simply taking to the air.

But there's no need for that right now; these few dozen Servants are enough to directly confront those giant beasts that keep emerging from the sea!

They were completely ignited by the little activity that Plerati had come up with in a flash of inspiration, and the light of their Noble Phantasms flashed from time to time. Of course, Drake and the other Servants who had not yet joined Chaldea did not know the inside story. They only felt that Emiya's subordinates were incredibly capable and loyal, and that they were so dedicated to such a time-consuming and laborious task that they could even be described as having high morale!
"No, this isn't just high morale... They've gone too far; they're practically fighting over the spoils of war!"

Annie stood on the observation platform. With her sniper's eyesight, she could easily see the entire battlefield. But it was precisely because of this that she felt a deep sense of dread. As a sniper holding a musket, she didn't know where to provide support—no, if she fired to 'provide support,' she would only be met with hostility.
A ferocious dragon shadow soared in the sky, spewing out magnificent and vast breaths. The black steel saintess laughed wildly, waving her flag spear and covering a shark-mouthed behemoth with flames of vengeance. Beside her, Black Mary waved her hand, sending down a huge guillotine blade that sliced ​​the shark's fins to pieces. Kiyohime, who resembled both a snake and a dragon, exhaled Samadhi Fire from the sea. Minamoto no Yorimitsu's Purple Lightning Bolt was fixed on Shuten-dōji's slashing path, as if attempting to kill her along with the sea monster.

As for the paladin Afu, he would ride his eagle, occasionally relying on his abilities to weave through the crowd, laughing and reaping kills along the way, which greatly angered his other melee teammates, who unleashed a torrent of magical swords and spears...

Finally, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky. Arjuna's arrows, like countless aurora borealis bursting forth, appeared from afar as scattered stars, but in the instant they blasted across the vast sea, they transformed into a terrifying cataclysmic fire! All the sea beasts were as fragile as paper, pierced through relentlessly and killed instantly upon contact; it was practically a mobile multi-laser turret!
That dark-skinned marksman's firepower was so fierce... Compared to that, Annie felt that her own sniping was nothing more than a weak and insignificant spark in front of Haoyue.

"I'm telling you, stop just watching the show, Annie! We need to be prepared for the aftermath!"

Mary leaped and bounded across the deck with her scimitar, occasionally swatting away fireballs or chunks of flesh that flew in from afar. She was panting heavily as she worked up a breath. If these things came in swarms, their power would be no less than that of grenades. The explosions would cause casualties among the sailors, and Captain Drake's Noble Phantasm, the Golden Deer, might also be damaged.

"Mary, let's get the captain out of the dangerous battlefield right now. Continuing like this is just a waste of effort..."

Annie, with her sharp eyes, noticed a huge fireball approaching from not far away on the other side of the dark-skinned archer. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was the scorching magic power emanating from the white-haired man holding a gun. Massive amounts of water were instantly evaporated by the blazing fireball, and even the sea beasts that hurriedly approached were baked and burned to death by the scorching sun in the blink of an eye!

The blazing sun even began to surge beneath the surface of the sea, chasing after the enormous, kilometer-long sea monsters that were swimming and retreating, causing the temperature of the nearby seawater to rise inevitably!

"Kids, hold on tight!" Drake's voice pierced the air—he had to shout to avoid being disturbed by the noise and explosions of the battlefield—"Have you had enough of watching the show? If you keep watching, you'll all be dead. Now we're moving!"

The Golden Deer, true to its name, gleamed with golden light. This distinctive feature drew the attention of the Chaldea Servants, who quickly realized it wasn't an enemy but an ally… Drake steered the ship swiftly away from the most dangerous area of ​​concentrated fire. With a single boom of its cannons, the Golden Deer sped away, propelled by the recoil.

The scene of the light cannon exploding and flames rising suddenly seemed distant. The sailors looked lost and hadn't recovered yet. At this moment, the sea breeze brought a huge amount of water vapor that blew their hair into a mess and wet their faces, but it still couldn't make the flush on the faces of these spectators fade.

Like a magnetic field, the audience's bloodlust pounded passionately.

So this is the real emperor of the sea!

Not only is the captain himself a god-like figure who can split the sea with a single sword, but his crew members are all superheroes who can be described as mythical legends!

Such splendor is truly enviable! You know, only the captain, the second sister, Anne, and the third sister, Mary, on their ship barely reach this level. Sigh! The difference in strength between Emperor-level and non-Emperor-level pirates is so vast—

"Hmph, those brats have good spirits, and they've got a lot to complain about. Don't back down when it's our turn to practice later!"

Drake suddenly felt annoyed. She casually drew her sidearm from her waist. Were these guys grumbling because they thought she wasn't good enough as captain? She had just kindly rescued them from the battlefield!

"No! No! Big sister, we were wrong!" The sailor audience immediately backed down.

“How about trying to dance with monsters in the sea? I’ll use my scimitar to fire and provide cover for you.” Mary raised her large scimitar, which was almost as tall as her.

"Help—wait, that's not right! A scimitar doesn't fire, does it?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Emiya, who was sitting on the bow of his ship watching the Servants unleash their fury, yawned.

Well, this is the first time I've felt that working at a singularity site is so easy. I don't have to do anything, I don't have to worry about anything. Just give a demonstration at the beginning and then check things out on the spot, and I can quickly move the project forward. This feeling of utter boredom... it's simply too pleasant!
"See? See? Facts prove it—I'm a much more suitable candidate for head of the technology department than that nobody Da Vinci!"

Before Emiya, the figure on Plerati's communication screen was laughing and joking, the blatant boasting and swagger of the other person couldn't be clearer. It had even "accidentally" captured half of Da Vinci's angry face beside her, a blatant display of its sarcastic malice. "This is impossible! The Technology Development Department values ​​technology more than the ability to scheme and cause trouble!" Da Vinci angrily cast a spell to enhance her durability and strength, intending to smash Plerati's skull with her wand. However, her wand merely passed through—she struck an illusion left behind by Plerati.

"Hehehe, you can't hit me! Don't think you'll let your guard down just because I'm chatting with Emiya."

"You heartless magician who manipulates human nature!"

"Thank you for the compliment, you big swindler! But when it comes to being unscrupulous, you're just as ruthless!"

"Pure slander! Don't think nobody knows about your insider dealings with the news department! I'm just an all-powerful genius—"

"An omnipotent genius? A wicked profiteer!"

What was supposed to be a short meeting specifically to assess the effectiveness of the event, arranged by Emiya, turned into a unique argument and bickering session about "Chaldea's most unscrupulous merchant."

Seeing that Emiya showed no intention of stopping him, Constantine, who was traveling with him, hesitated before speaking, "You two..."

He swallowed the rest of his sentence and turned to look at Emiya, "Is it really okay to hold events like this?"

"Which one are you referring to? Anyway, judging from the results, hasn't the enthusiasm already been mobilized?"

Emiya stood with his hands in his pockets, seemingly unaware of who his opponent was.

Because the opponents have already been chosen by Tagar's Servants.

Emiya watched with a carefree and relaxed air as the bright magical light and explosions filled his vision. The blood and flesh of the sea monsters were first sliced ​​open, then further blasted apart, and finally burned to ashes. In order to gain as many kills as possible, they entered a fierce competition mode. Every sea monster would be subjected to saturation fire. These Heroic Spirits would do anything to get kills, even if it meant being reduced to ashes...

It's worth mentioning that Prierati undeniably had a firm grasp on people's hearts. Otherwise, they would never have been able to clear the entire doldrums of the North Sea in a single day.

“But Emiya… is this five-star prize really appropriate? Designating someone to do something and not allowing them to refuse… I’ve heard of similar ‘Truth or Dare’ games in the human world, but…” Constantine frowned, somewhat uncomfortable, “If it were me, and I were asked by someone I disliked to do something I didn’t want to do or wasn’t good at…”

"No, no, no, Constantine, this is just a small event. What is your understanding of the event organizers?"

When Emiya said this, he acted as if he were inscrutable. He knew that when some five-star prizes were drawn by a select group, the target would definitely be him, but Emiya was not flustered at all. In fact, when Plerati made the suggestion, he nodded after thinking for a moment.

Constantine hesitated, "...The organizers want to strictly require participants to abide by the event rules?"

"No, they have to follow the rules, but we, the organizers, don't."

"what?"

Do you know about 'lottery' in the human world?

"I know, it's similar to a lottery. The lottery tickets you buy have a specific number, and only a certain number can win a prize..."

Constantine suddenly realized something as he said this.

Emiya was deeply pleased. "That's it. The mechanism of drawing prizes from event pools is similar. Just like lottery jackpots can be selected, the prizes drawn from our pool can also be chosen by people. For example, when the pool opens, participants can fill in what they want to specify, and once filled in, it cannot be changed. In this way, who wins what prize is predictable."

He looked at Constantine, “...So, the idea of ​​not being able to refuse is meaningless; the initiative is in my hands.”

Emiya opened the event rules and deliberately spread out the last page, just as Constantine caught a glimpse of that line of small print:
The final interpretation of this prize pool belongs to the organizer.

Wow, darkness has fallen.

Constantine inexplicably thought of this sentence.

He remained silent for a long time, feeling that he had thought he had done a good job and would receive praise from his brother Norton, but he never expected the human world to be so deep and the complexity of human nature to be endless...

"Hey! Family, let's take a look at the Servant tier list from afar."

Plerati finally stopped arguing with Leonardo da Vinci and revealed the purpose of her contact with Emiya. Then, she casually tossed a ranking list next to the communication interface.

"This is a form I created based on the number of points earned by Servants during the event and their overall training performance. Since the event is still in its first phase, a second round of adjustments may be made later."

This concise ranking list is more like a somewhat crude and one-sided evaluation table. It roughly divides the Servants currently registered in Chaldea into several levels, such as SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, etc., and further subdivides the Servants in each level into three categories: "All", "Single", and "Support".

Emiya stared wide-eyed at the list and the Servant portraits on it... Wasn't this almost identical to the famous FGO Servant tier list on a certain strategy website?

(Use an older, categorized version as an example. Note: This ranking is based on character strength in-game, not character strength in the story.)
In this Chaldea-exclusive tier list, Prierati shamelessly listed her own portrait as an SSS-level support, while relegating Da Vinci to the bottom "C" tier.

It was somewhat mixed with personal grudges.

"Be careful not to start a fight with this kind of ranking," Emiya warned.

This isn't an online battle; it's a real-person, offline duel.

In reality, ranking game characters for fun is fine, at most it might be used by casual gamers to start arguments. But if you openly rank them in Chaldea and don't do it objectively and fairly, the Servants will come knocking on your door to make physical corrections.

Look, Leonardo da Vinci's face has turned extremely dark.

(End of this chapter)