I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

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Two of the summoned Servants were already in the original Fate/Apocrypha, and the third one is probably a surprise to most, as it was only recently released in the latest version.

Since it's already a niche genre, the author might as well stick to it (laughing and crying).

Chapter Six: A Pan-Human History, Too Arrogant [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The magic evaporated, releasing a pale blue light.

My skin felt a tingling sensation.

The scorching steam, formed from magical mist, obscured the view, through which three blurry figures could be vaguely discerned.

One of the three figures revealed hostility.

Whoosh!

A cold, sharp light shot out from within.

Bagst rushed in front of Duve and swept his sword out.

The arrow was shattered by a single sword strike.

"You Lostbelt beings! How dare you attempt to control us Heroic Spirits using techniques from the Holy Grail War!"

The etheric vapor gradually dissipated.

Atalanta was the first to emerge from it.

Her long, emerald-green hair swayed gently in the breeze as she held two arrows in her hand, aiming them at Bagst in front of her.

"That's too outrageous."

Bagst stared coldly at Atalanta.

The murderous intent between the two sides gradually intensified.

The appearances of the other two Servants, "Zero Nine Three," became clear as the fog dissipated.

"Hehe, such a great show right from the start, it seems this summoning is even more interesting than I imagined."

A silvery laugh rang out from her mouth.

Semiramis's beautiful eyes were fixed on Du Wei, as if she were assessing the summoner's true strength.

Unfortunately, she found herself unable to see through it.

This situation is quite unusual.

Semiramis wore a luxurious and gorgeous long dress, and her long, black hair cascaded down her back like willow branches.

A bewitching smile appeared on her face.

"Archer, you might as well listen to what the person who summoned us wants to do before making a decision."

"Assassin, you don't happen to have some kind of idea about the enemies of Pan-Human History, do you?"

Atalanta glanced at Semiramis beside her.

She remained as vigilant as ever.

The magical power emanating from Bagst was extremely strong, making him a formidable opponent.

"Hehe, who knows if they have any thoughts about it? Listening to the words of the one who summoned them isn't a bad thing, is it? It's rare to be summoned and revealed, so it would be best if things could become more interesting."

Semiramis's seductive smile was deceptive; the only thing she could believe was that she was interested.

She wanted to see what Du Wei, who had summoned her, would say.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to be summoned here. Speaking of Lostbelts, the word 'error' comes to mind, but it seems the situation is more special than I imagined."

The third Servant is Koyanskaya.

A leather bodysuit hugged her full, slender waist.

Her pink ponytail tilted gently to one side at the back of her head.

The smile on her beautiful face carried a hint of mockery, making her look as cunning as a fox.

Her appearance undoubtedly surprised Du Wei.

Koyanskaya should have appeared as an apostle of an alien god when the Imaginary Tree took root in pan-human history.

Now, however, she has been summoned by Du Wei ahead of schedule.

It's still a subspecies Holy Grail War, different from the Lostbelt world!

“I am the Master who summoned you. As you three can see, I am a being from the Lostbelt, but I am not without interest in this current pan-human history.”

Du Wei began to explain to the three women.

Bagst stepped back at his signal.

"The only thing I desire in this world is the Greater Grail; everything else is irrelevant to me. The three of you have been summoned to this world by the Holy Grail War, each vying for the Grail to fulfill your own desires. And I can grant you the power to fulfill your wishes more directly!"

Du Wei spoke earnestly to the three women.

There was not a single falsehood in what he said.

But sometimes words alone are not enough to move people.

"Why should I trust you?"

Atalanta's eyes were always sharp.

She was one of the heroes in Greek mythology.

Therefore, he still retains some of the pride of a hero and will not be so easily persuaded by Du Wei.

"If you don't believe me, you can stay by my side as Servants and observe me. Of course, I can also prove myself with my strength."

As Du Wei spoke, he moved.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit me in the face.

When Atalanta tried to retreat, she felt a chill.

The sword of dominion was pressed against her neck.

Just a fraction closer and I could pierce that fair neck.

Even Semiramis was stunned by this scene, her beautiful face filled with astonishment.

I thought my Master wasn't very strong in combat.

How could someone subdue a Servant at such close range?!

"Now I'm just one step away from taking a life. Now you can trust my strength, right?"

Du Wei dispersed the Sword of Domination into countless particles of light.

He appeared relaxed during the conversation.

It was as if holding a sword to someone's face was a trivial matter to him...

That sense of crisis still lingered in Atalanta's heart.

I can't believe I was allowed to get close so easily...

Even Atalanta herself couldn't figure it out; that moment had just happened far too fast.

Koyanskaya's initial surprise turned into delight.

It's unbelievable that such interesting humans exist.

"...You claim you can grant our wishes, but do you think you can rival the Holy Grail, which is the machine of wishes?"

Atalanta asked the crucial question.

Their heroic spirits all came in response to the Holy Grail.

Now that Duve wants them to give up the Holy Grail, he naturally has to offer something more appealing than the Holy Grail.

Du Wei certainly has something better than the wish machine.

"I said yes."

As Du Wei spoke, he released all his spiritual pressure.

A pressure as heavy as a mountain crashed down on the three women, and in just a second, the world before their eyes changed.

At this moment, Du Wei was no longer as gentle as before.

A sea of ​​souls, like a tsunami, surged into his eyes, and all he could think about was leaving this place.

Semiramis and Koyanskaya narrowed their eyes slightly.

This spiritual pressure is somewhat resistable for Servants, but it is quite difficult to block.

"Become my servants. If you do so, I will grant you the opportunity to fulfill your desires and give you what you yearn for. I, Duveco, hereby make this agreement with you."

Du Wei's voice echoed into the ears of the three women.

He didn't finish what he wanted to say.

"What I yearn for is for the Lostbelts to continue to exist. I will not allow others to easily deny even if it is a wrong history. I will protect my ideals myself. You who consider yourselves to be the history of all mankind are too arrogant. We Lostbelts also have the right to exist."

He shared his longing with the three women in front of him.