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

Chapter 432 Blackbeard: A person's dream will never end!
"Hehehe, I did it on purpose—oops!"

Just as Plerati's smile grew increasingly arrogant, Leonardo da Vinci, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, finally freed his hands from the side and meticulously pinpointed the true location from the layers of illusions. Then, with a single magic bullet, he blasted the arrogant Plerati into a tumble, rolling several times on the deck.

"Hmph, the essence of magical combat is a confrontation of order, a process of deciphering spells and targeting weaknesses. As long as you follow this process, you can calculate the equation that leads directly to victory. So, with meticulous preparation, seeing through your illusions and finding your true form will be a piece of cake!"

Seeing that the attack had not missed, Da Vinci's expression finally softened slightly. He spoke in a lecturing tone, "You'd better repent! Otherwise, if you offend other Servants next time, it won't be as simple as a magic bullet."

"...Heh heh heh! You talk so convincingly, but it's just a sneak attack!" Plerati got up, shaking off the soot from her face and clothes, and tried her best to use magic to restore her disheveled appearance in the blink of an eye. However, the calm smile on her face had disappeared.

Because the smile moved to Leonardo da Vinci's face.

"Using illusions to cover up your disheveled state won't change the outcome!"

"You shameless bastard, you attacked me from behind!"

"Look at this ranking list, who was shameless first?"

……

"...Why are they starting again?" Constantine asked, puzzled. He was, in a way, a colleague of Leonardo da Vinci and his contemporaries, but he would never lose his temper and argue with a colleague like this.

Emiya thought to himself, "Constantine, you can argue with people?" He couldn't even imagine that this skinny boy would show such fierce aggression, even just verbally, unless it involved his brother whom he cared about most.

Emiya casually remarked, "Well, how should I put it? Women have those few days every month when they're in a bad mood..."

"Huh? Could it be?" Constantine subconsciously associated it not with human women but with the habits of female dragons. He pondered for a moment but failed to reach any conclusion.

"I'm... just kidding."

Emiya realized that Constantine didn't seem to care much about human menstrual cycles, even though his colleagues were human. "Alright, let's take a look at this form. Although it's influenced by personal grudges from Plerati, which introduces some subjective factors, I feel that with a slightly stricter oversight mechanism, it could be a long-term measure implemented at Chaldea headquarters."

In any case, it's all about promoting healthy competition, which is consistent with the purpose of the small events accompanying this Ascension Project. However, the events will end sooner or later, but this leaderboard can be kept for a long time.

Then we can add some more detailed features, such as 24-hour rankings, weekly rankings, and monthly rankings.

"Hmm? It should be fine."

Constantine doesn't have much to say; his position at Chaldea isn't management-oriented but rather technical, so his approach is more about addressing the timeliness of such rankings from a technical perspective.
"My suggestion is to take advantage of this Spirit Origin Ascension experiment to add a real-time feedback mechanism for the Servant's status to the Servant's mana supply channels, similar to the Master's privileges that come with a Servant observation panel. This can be handled by the headquarters' observation room."

The other Servants who joined Chaldea are different from the Servants in the Holy Grail War. They rely on Chaldea's own energy supply to act independently (except for Mash, who is a living Demi-Servant, and Melyuchina, who belongs to Emiya's side). Therefore, they actually have a contract with Chaldea itself, and thus, this contract channel can be used.

"After they finished collecting the information, they quickly calculated the data changes based on the coefficient weights and linked them to this... rhythm leaderboard for real-time updates."

After Constantine finished speaking, he quickly reviewed the information in his mind and nodded, feeling that there were no problems. This small event uses the number of sea monsters killed as a criterion for judging Servants; such straightforward numbers might make the ranking work easier, but later on, compiling this list might become more complicated…

Unless there are long-term projects involving competition that are easy to statistically quantify for the Heroic Spirits to undertake.

It's also difficult to implement specific "contribution point calculations" for "main storylines" like those that involve conquering singularities.

"No matter what, that's a matter for the future. Let's focus on executing this plan successfully first."

Emiya chose to leave this difficult problem to his future self.

“Alright,” Constantine nodded, his gaze sweeping quickly across the distance. Fire and explosions raged endlessly everywhere, the battle cries of the Servants and the wails of the sea beasts almost drowned out by the vast battlefield.

"The first phase is almost complete, and we can move on to the second phase to set up the dragon veins and start the formal Spirit Origin Ascension experiment."

Emiya was about to agree immediately, but then he realized, "Huh? But they haven't completely wiped them out yet, have they already broken through the North Sea and started affecting other areas?"

"If we're talking about impact, it would have already reached them. It's just that our commotion was so great that those who didn't know the truth didn't dare to act rashly..."

Constantine casually conjured a virtual light screen displaying a simplified map of the singularities that had already been explored. The East Blue and North Blue seas and archipelagos were mostly marked, while the other seas remained shrouded in "fog of war." Numerous moving dots were also scattered across the screen; these were the Servants active on Chaldea's side.

"But you see, even if you clear out the sea monsters in a specific area, more monsters will still come."

Emiya frowned. "Is it because of the ocean currents? Did it come from other seas?"

"Yes and no. Actually, due to the chaotic mental field, the space of this singularity is not as stable as reality. You know about the characteristics of the Nibelungen, which are similar to your 'realm barrier'—"

"what do you mean?"

“Spatial distance is not definite, but rather somewhat ambiguous. Your ‘Unlimited Blade Works’ theoretically has an infinite space, right? But in reality, there is no true infinity. It’s just that the inability to reach the boundary is caused by the fuzzy and chaotic sense of space. It’s like a person walking in the desert. Eventually, they will unknowingly return to the starting point because they always feel that they are walking in a straight line, but what they don’t realize is that they are walking on a huge circle.”

Constantine used several analogies in succession.

"For example, Nibelungen has a similar nature to a dream. Its space is greatly influenced by the spiritual level. You may not have been to the Nibelungen that Jormungandr and Fenrir built in the capital of China. There are still old subway station signs and old trains there. In reality, they don't exist. They are constructed according to Fenrir's spiritual impressions. The train tracks seem to lead in all directions, but in fact they are completely chaotic, like a maze. The further you go, the more chaotic and illogical it becomes."

“I heard from my brother that the site of the battle in Tokyo during your Holy Grail War also has a Nibelungen ‘Night Eater’ that is related to the White King? The spatial structure of that place should also be related to the White King… Therefore, the spatial nature of this singularity is also very vague, and we can only grasp the general idea.”

Constantine shook his head after speaking, but Emiya connected the dots with a bad guess: "I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. So this Nibelungen should have originally belonged to the Black King, but the singularity was formed because of Yaobikuni's attempt to control this place and the Holy Grail she might possess."

"In other words, that nun is also considered a half-master of this endless sea? In some way, she interferes with the entire Nibelungen?"

"Master? I don't think so."

Constantine pointed behind him to the 'key' sealed inside the Red Furs' cabin. "Judging by her thirst for Regillereph and her attempt to use us to break the seal, it seems she's hit a bottleneck in her fusion with the Black King's flesh and blood. Otherwise, she wouldn't have resorted to such an extremely complicated spiritual reforging ritual as the White King's ascension to Izanami." "If she successfully fuses with the Black King's body, she will naturally become the master of the entire world, controlling every corner of this vast space. If she doesn't, then she will never be the master; there will only be one maintainer of Nibelungen, not half."

"It seems we can be thankful that we still have enough time before these sea kings active under the influence of dragon blood disappear." Emiya shrugged, reaching for the special technical toolbox provided by the Atlas Institute. "Need any help setting up the dragon veins?"

“Ah…not really necessary. This requires a certain level of expertise, and I can handle it by myself.” Constantine had thought that Xia Mi was a “skilled worker” in the ley line job, and it was said that she had worked the entire Holy Grail War and was very familiar with these things, but unfortunately, this little sister didn’t come this time.

“Alright,” Emiya’s gaze returned to the Servant strength ranking list, which was clearly designed to incite conflict.

"I'll make a slight adjustment and then send it to the group. The heading will be...Chaldea Servant Power Ranking (based on accumulated points for now, and will be adjusted periodically according to performance)."

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"Rankings...?"

Shuten-dōji glanced around a few times with slightly tipsy eyes. Rank A, third?
Oh, it's ranked by points. I guess it's because she secretly slacked off and drank a few sips of wine, so she didn't give it her all.

Sure enough, I prefer some snacks to have with my drinks rather than just killing the fish.

"Hehehe, that ghost woman bug is really useless!"

But his enjoyment didn't last long before Minamoto no Yorimitsu was the first to come over and spoil the mood, saying, "Even if I just warmed up a bit, I'm still seven places ahead of you!"

"?" Shuten-dōji's good mood for drinking vanished instantly. She stood up and glanced around, her eyes widening slightly. Behind Minamoto no Yorimitsu, divine light shone brightly—the lightning she had borrowed from Indra was striking the sea creatures relentlessly, leaving them charred and scorched.

That shameless bastard! Fishing with electricity? You can't handle that!
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"Combat power ranking?"

Arjuna, who was rapidly firing arrows, paused for a few seconds the moment he saw the leaderboard.

It wasn't that my hands were tired, but rather that I saw something that interested me.

His eyes quickly locked onto the target, finding his own ranking and Karna's ranking.

"...Me, second in S-rank, and Karna is third?" The sharpshooter's heart stirred, and he felt slightly satisfied.

Haha, my nemesis, I've won this match!

No, how come he's second? Who's first?

"S-Class First... Draco."

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"Hmm, does this count as cheating? I feel like this doesn't equate to eliminating the opponent."

Nero looked conflicted and unsure. Draco, sitting next to her, sighed softly, "Why not? They were all swallowed and absorbed by Yu's 'Mud Tide,' so there were no enemies left. Naturally, it counts as annihilation."

Beneath the two were not the warships that ordinary Servants sailed, but a dragon shadow, a dragon shadow summoned by Draco. Within that dragon shadow appeared an incomplete, enormous dragon head, which easily parted the waves and scattered massive amounts of black and red sludge. Through pollution and erosion, it 'annihilated' the sea beasts in heaps, extracting their flesh and blood to absorb as nourishment for the dragon head beneath Draco.

After this meal in the North Sea, Draco's dragon head had clearly emerged from the shadows, becoming quite complete, and was even about to grow a second dragon head... Excellent, close to the Seven Beasts and Ten Horns—

Draco's pale face regained a slight rosy hue, and his long-tortured eyes seemed to regain their sparkle.

However, the seal placed on her body immediately took effect the next second, and the power that had just recovered, like a trickle of water, was instantly transferred into Nero's body through the contract channel. This was a beast-sealing measure that Emiya and BB had already set up; the initiative in the power would only lie with Nero.

Upon realizing this, Draco's eyes widened in shock, and his previously satisfied expression quickly faded to ashen, leaving him utterly indifferent to everything.

"Wow! Draco, look! We're number one! We're number one!"

She heard the people around her shouting and cheering, as if they were on their way to a concert, but Draco was no longer reacting, and her good mood vanished.

All that work for nothing, so tiring.

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"Pfft!"

Blackbeard's fantastical adventures continue.

He bravely resisted the unknown Iron Fist Saintess, a righteous figure, and stood firm in his position without the slightest servility... Of course, Lord Blackbeard is always a wise man who knows when to yield; he just wasn't confident he could fool the righteous Saintess, after all, he looked too much like a villain.

Therefore, when faced with Martha, the Iron Fist Saintess, threatening to continue her evil deeds, Blackbeard issued his final declaration:

"Human dreams never end!"

He'll do it again next time!
Then it was violently slammed into the deep sea.

It's a bit strange, it feels so quiet, and there aren't any sea monsters in the water...

(End of this chapter)