Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

There's an old saying in Type-Moon: "An alien is a real alien."

Because once the noble alien god lands on Earth, he immediately enjoys the high-level mystical bonus under the Type-Moon universe, which greatly reduces the effect of low-level mysticism on the alien god.

But that's not actually the case. In Type-Moon, only the survivors are the real masters.

In this world where restraint reigns supreme and special attacks are commonplace, even gods can slip up unexpectedly.

The reason why aliens are considered "gods" is because they are inherently powerful enough.

Examples include UO Oort from Mercury and the Planetary Vanguard, both of whom are alien giants who single-handedly defeated the entire Earth.

So, is Xia Jie an alien?

Without a doubt, yes, and he is an "outsider".

Xia Jie comes from another worldview, so her "mysterious" status is naturally extremely high.

The Root Vortex setting of Type-Moon is the starting point of all phenomena, the cause and effect and principle of all things, the Akashic Record of the universe, and the principle of the universe.

Unfortunately, Xia Jie had already played with all of these things when she was proving "memory" in the universe where the sun and moon were in the same position.

The pseudo-root held by Xia Jie is of a higher rank than the Root Vortex of the Type-Moon locality, and is closer to the essence of the worldview. It is Xia Jie's personalized truth.

In layman's terms, it means:

Hey bro, I don't care about any concept attacks. I'm immune to everything in your world, and I can even impose my worldview on you.

In short, Xia Jie's normal stats are not high, but her mechanics are overpowered to an extreme degree.

To make it more intuitive, Xia Jie used the panel design of the Type-Moon Servant to analyze her own data:

[Job Agency: World]

[Real name: Xia Jie]

Gender: Male

[Attribute: Chaotic Good]

[Strength: C~EⅩ]

(With enhanced magical power, one can punch through a concrete wall several meters thick.)

(Because one is the world, one can modify one's own values ​​using idealistic love, with an unlimited upper limit to modification.)

[Curse Power: C~EX]

(Love is spell power, love is everything. Normal spell power is below 20 fingers; if needed, Xia Jie can increase her spell power without limit through the power of pure, unconditional love.)

【Durability: E~EX】

(In normal circumstances, he has a mortal body.)

(My heart is my love, my love is my strength; when the heart dies, life ends; as long as the heart remains, the body will never perish.)

[Luck: E~EX]

(Under normal circumstances, luck is for ordinary people.)

(Love can change destiny.)

[Agility: C~EX]

(Normal agility is rated as top-tier.)

(As a world, Xia Jie's thoughts are not bound by the timeline of other worlds.)

[Noble Phantasm: EX]

(I am the world.)

【Inherent skills】

All of Humanity's Arts (A+): As Alaya, Xia Jie obtained all the knowledge and skills that all of humanity had ever mastered from the "memory" of "humanity".

The Principles of the Evolution of All Things (EX): As an Akashic, Xia Jie obtained all the principles of the universe from the "memory" of the "universe".

My nature (C): It is neither divine nor human; my nature is solely my own, extremely selfish and pure.

Antigenesis (EX): Xia Jie is still searching for the first cause of the chaotic heavens.

Job placement skills

Magic Resistance (EX): Everything in this worldview is ineffective against the outer realms.

Solitary Manifestation (EX): The metaphysical world does not wither or end, and can freely traverse time/space/universe/possibilities.

The principle of redemption (A): The living world reveals the miracle of goodness.

The Power of Love (EX): It can influence and reshape all things with love, and exercise all creation and destruction with love. It is omnipotent within the framework of its worldview.

Self-transformation (EX): The external body is determined by the inner self. Xia Jie is a demon from another world who can transform freely.

The Beauty of the Roots (EX): My appearance is the entirety of love, the truth of beauty.

【Noble Phantasm】

Similar to the root cause, love is the cause.

Rank "EX", Category "Anti-Cosmic Noble Phantasm", Range "∞", Maximum Targets "∞"

Description: Love is truth, love is cause. All karmic causes arise from love.

Haha, I feel like locals would probably breathe on this panel if they saw it.

In fact, if Xia Jie hadn't concealed her presence before descending upon Snowfield City, Alaya and Gaia, who were active on Earth at that moment, would have already reacted.

The Servants summoned in the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City were already quite bizarre and unsettling:

Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes; Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven; the Pale Knight of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse; Heracles, corrupted by the Black Mud; Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons; Jack the Ripper, the embodiment of collective fear; Richard the Lionheart; the Amusing Flying Princess; Mecha Humbaba…

Each rider possessed astonishing skills; it could be said that most of them would be super-powerful warriors capable of crushing opponents in a regular Holy Grail War.

Oh, I almost forgot, the Type-Moon Holy Grail War has never been able to proceed normally.

If it were a human being under stress, the summoned Servants would probably look even more bizarre and strange, and Chaldea might even come over for a visit.

As Xia Jie walked out of the gun shop, her mind was filled with thoughts. At the same time, in a dimly lit monitoring room, Xia Jie's Truman Show-style live broadcast was also taking place.

Where in real life are there so many spectators? (X)

There are really many spectators in real life. (√)

The light from the screens that filled half a wall illuminated the monitoring room and also the screens of Faldius.

His gaze was focused, and he leaned forward.

If his mother were there, she would probably remind him to straighten his back.

However, in order to keep things fresh, Xia Jie deliberately didn't read the original novel and didn't know if he had a mother.

The screen displays real-time footage of different streets in Xueyuan City.

The seventh screen in the second row on the right is currently facing the entrance of a gun shop.

Faldius sat in the chair, his right hand resting on the armrest, his index finger unconsciously tapping the leather surface.

He stared at the young man with an Asian face who was walking out of the gun shop, his brow furrowed for the past few minutes.

"Have you found any information about him?"

He turned his head and asked his assistant behind him.

The assistant stood to the right of the control panel, holding a tablet in his hands, on which a large amount of unintelligible data was scrolling.

It feels like a special effect used in movies to impress the audience, and it's possible that the effect in front of the assistant was also a special effect.

In this world of makeshift operations, how do you make your boss think you're professional? (belikes)

"We can't find any information about this foreign magician."

Zhu shook his head and swiped his finger a few more times on the tablet.

"We can't find him in the immigration records, and there are no facial features that match his in our database."

"We can't determine which faction he comes from, or whether he's just a stray dog ​​from some small family."

"He seems unaware of our familiars' surveillance; we can't rule out that he's faking it or simply doesn't care."

Yes, a magician, not a sorcerer.

In Type-Moon, the term "magician" has two meanings: one is a magician who performs visual tricks in the common parlance, and the other is a magician who performs extraordinary magic through the ether and the mystical disk.

Magic, on the other hand, is a means to do things that humans cannot.

If humans cannot fly, then flight is magic; if humans can fly, then flight is magic.

With the current level of human technology, the standards for "law" have been greatly improved.

In the world of magic, only those who have mastered "magic" can be considered magicians.

Currently, there are only five types of magic in the entire Type-Moon universe.

The first method is the negation of nothingness, which can create something from nothing.

The second method is parallel world interference, which allows one to observe and interfere with parallel worlds and draw upon their magic.

The third method is the materialization of the soul, which can achieve true immortality and infinite magic power, and is simply called a humanoid perpetual motion machine.

The settings for four and five are currently unclear and remain unknown until Xia Jie opens the Root Perspective to gain insight into the world.

In short, you can't just call yourself a magician in Type-Moon.

In front of the monitor screen, Faldius's brow furrowed even more.

He noticed the man this morning; to be precise, it was his men who noticed him first.

He himself only monitors key units; his subordinates are the ones who need to keep a close watch on things.

The reason for noticing this person is simple: their charm is too outstanding and unpredictable.

When walking on the street, this person has no special charm and blends in with the crowd.

When a person enters the store to purchase items for free, they will become extremely beautiful.

It's not just about physical handsomeness; there's something deeper, a kind of charisma that makes people watching the surveillance subconsciously slow down their breathing.

Can men be this beautiful?

Faldius, who considered himself a man of many talents, was certain that the man's affability was "abnormal."

This charm has reached a level that transcends the mundane.

"Magic tricks."

Faldius said.

"It's very likely."

The assistant nodded.

"But his behavior doesn't reveal any clear tactical intent. So far, everything he's done seems like..."

The assistant carefully considered his words.

"...It's like sightseeing."

Faldius did not answer.

Damn it, what kind of magician would go to the Holy Grail War area just to eat donuts, buy paint, and get guns?

What kind of perplexing human behavior?

Could it be some kind of code?

The young man on the screen had already walked across the street from the gun shop, carrying a bucket of red stuff in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket.

Her pace was neither hurried nor slow, like an old lady being helped across the street in a composition.

Then the young man stopped.

Faldius moved even closer to the screen.

In the video, the young man places a paint bucket at his feet, unscrews the lid, and then takes a brush out of his pocket.

He squatted down, dipped the brush in red paint, and then stretched out his right hand.

Back of hand facing up.

"Wait, what is he doing?"

As one of the most unrefined behind-the-scenes manipulators in this Holy Grail War, Faldius's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

On the screen, the young man used the edge of a brush as a paintbrush, carefully sketching stroke by stroke on the back of his right hand.

The red paint lightly dragged three scratches on the skin, horizontal, horizontal, and still horizontal.

Three horizontal strokes form a simple and unadorned Chinese character – “三”.

What does it mean?

Faldius squinted and brainstormed for a while.

Three strokes, a structure so simple it couldn't be simpler. Could it be some kind of mystical metaphor like the "Trinity"?

"Just an ordinary third wheel."

A few seconds later, the wise young lawyer chose to give up thinking.

This is incredible! This guy managed to fool the mastermind behind the Holy Grail War by writing "three" on the back of his hand with paint.

This is the area where idiots are experts.

The assistant leaned closer to the screen and saw the pattern clearly. His expression changed from confusion to a subtle state between "I don't understand" and "I am deeply shocked".

"This is... a Stigmata?"

"Stigmata are marks that naturally appear after someone is chosen by the Holy Grail," Faldius said calmly, as if stating common knowledge that everyone should know. "They are not drawn on by oneself."

Okay, it's not that it looks like one.

This is the basic common sense that a magician intending to seize the Holy Grail should possess.

"But his paintings..."

“I know,” Faldius interrupted him. “He drew a Chinese character.”

Where did this hothead come from? How come he has no common sense at all and comes to fight in the Holy Grail War?

The silence lasted for two seconds.

Faldius leaned back in his chair and pressed his right hand against his stomach.

He didn't feel any stomach pain at all; to be honest, he even felt like laughing.

This man, who has been on surveillance footage for most of the day, whose identity is shrouded in mystery, whose demeanor is unusual, and whose movements are erratic, is now squatting on the streets of Xueyuan City, rubbing holy marks with his hands.

He had never even seen a stigmata; he just randomly drew some.

It's like someone has been secretly following you all day, you're on high alert ready to fight back, and then you find out that the other person just happens to live next door.

"Uh... he's started drawing a summoning circle."

The assistant spoke again.

There was a hint of laughter in her voice that she herself didn't even realize.

In the scene, Xia Jie, who had completely suppressed her charm and mystery, ignored the stares of passersby who were looking at her as a performance artist and started drawing circles on the ground on her own.

First, he drew a circle. There were no complicated geometric patterns, strange runes, or ritual loops on the inside of the circle. The magician did not make any incantations or gestures with mystical significance. He just drew it.

The magician straightened up, and there was only one line of English text in the circle.

When the surveillance footage was zoomed in, the line of text was clearly displayed on the screen:

Master Natsuki's personal summoning circle.

Faldius looked at that line of text for three seconds.

"..."

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He initially thought the mysterious magician was faking his stupidity, but now he's starting to believe the man is genuinely foolish.

Although there was only a little bit of faith.

But that is also faith.

To draw a summoning circle in broad daylight—doesn't this guy know the Holy Grail War is a secret affair? And he's using paint that has no magic power.

Not only does he not use the "Idle Man Dispelling Magic", but he also holds a mysterious ritual on the street. Is he afraid that other Masters of the Holy Grail War will not be able to find him? How can there be such an excellent magician in the world?

"This doesn't even qualify as a provocation."

The assistant complained.

"What he did had nothing to do with magic. If someone jumps out to attack him because of this line, they will only expose their own position."

"So he's either a real idiot," Faldius rubbed his forehead, "or so shrewd that we think he's an idiot."

Which one do you think it is?

Faldius did not answer.

At least he now knew that this Eastern magician might be named Xia Jie.

He stared at Xia Jie on the screen, watching the young man stand up after finishing the graffiti, pat off non-existent dust from his hands, and throw the brush into a half-full paint bucket, clearly not intending to use it again.

A young man with an afro and a lip piercing, carrying a guitar, squatted down next to the circle, touched the still-wet red paint, and looked up at Xia Jie:

"Hey bro, are you doing performance art?"

"No, no, no," Xia Jie shook her head, her tone serious. "This is the legendary magician Xia Jie's super summoning circle. It can summon heroic spirits from a place called the Throne of Heroes to help me fight. The prize is a large golden cup that can be used to hold ice cream."

Xia Jie's voice was picked up by the familiar and rang out in the monitoring room, further confirming to the two that Xia Jie was a complete novice.

After all, any magician with even a basic understanding of the occult would not call themselves a magician.

Upon hearing this, the man with the afro's smile widened slightly, but he managed to suppress it.

"Oh, man, your fantasy sounds really interesting."

"I'm serious, bro."

Xia Jie said earnestly.

"I get it, bro."

The man with the afro got excited, sat down on the spot outside the circle, put his guitar on his lap, and began to improvise.

It sounds surprisingly good.

Several passersby stopped in their tracks. A blonde woman with long, wavy hair swayed her hips to the rhythm, then gestured with her lip towards Xia Jie:

"That'll be a hefty fine, sir."

In Xueyuan City, graffitiing in public areas is undoubtedly a violation of the law.

"I know."

Xia Jie patted the Glock in her pocket.

"But the power of the law lies in upholding its violence."

"Once I complete the summoning, Snowfield City will be nothing but a piece of trash."