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

Under the watchful eyes of many people behind the scenes, some tense and some expectant, the dazzling light above the magic circle gradually subsided.

The silvery-white light slowly receded and disappeared like the receding tide, and the crimson patterns faded, revealing the original words: "Master Xia Jie's Summoning Circle".

Then they saw “people” in the light, if they could be considered people.

The simple 3D modeling, with its rounded lines, looks like a chibi-style model dragged directly from some animation rendering software.

Her skin tone was an unrealistic color found only in anime; her skin was smooth and flawless, lacking the realistic texture of a human, and resembled a brand-new silicone doll.

Her eyes were big and round, reflecting the crowd gathered on the street. Her gaze was clear and bright, even a little foolishly clear like that of a college student.

This person clearly believes that duck legs are goose legs and rat heads are duck necks.

Her bright, sparkling eyes were like those of a fawn seeing the world for the first time, or like those of an AI that had just been plugged in; even her confusion carried a kind of bewildered innocence.

Those eyes, without a doubt!

This is the classic image of a steamed bun.

That's right, the number of Servants that can be summoned in the Holy Grail War is limited. Summoning Servants will only squeeze out other people's spots and drastically change the plot. Therefore, Xia Jie never intended to actually summon anyone from the beginning. The summoning effect just now was also created by him.

Even this steamed bun is a human-machine phantom spirit he created by hand, possessing intelligence but no knowledge.

Speaking of Phantom Spirits, before he transmigrated, there was a Phantom Spirit sorcerer who wrote about the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City. He used AI to create a death-destroying journey in the form of Sukuna in Nekogaku.

"Oh my God!"

It's unclear which passerby first uttered the American-style "Holy crap," but within half a second, one "Oh my god!" after another rang out, spreading rapidly among the onlookers like a contagious disease.

Then, it abruptly fell silent again, as if it had lost the ability to speak.

After a moment of silence, hushed whispers rose from all directions, blending into a low hum.

When the extraordinary person is in front of you, no one dares to approach you, and no one wants to leave.

"This...this is a Heroic Spirit?"

An office worker wearing glasses pushed up the frames on his nose, his mind filled with two main thoughts: "Am I still asleep?" and "What the hell is this thing?"

He was one of the few people present who overheard Xia Jie and the man with the afro, and who also witnessed the entire summoning process.

"The art style is completely off!"

His colleague next to him was even more blunt: "Historical figures never look like this; this is clearly a cartoon character."

"Is she 2D? Look at her outline, the edges are so smooth, like she was printed directly."

Another passerby, holding up their phone to take pictures, kept their fingers flying, the camera steadily aimed at the figure in the center of the summoning circle, as if afraid of missing a single second.

This was a passerby who had just joined the crowd. He had neither heard Xia Jie's introduction nor seen the summoning light; he was just there because there were so many people.

"What kind of art style is this? Did we wander into the wrong place on the Toy Story set?"

The crowd of onlookers continues to grow.

Previously, only a few people stopped to watch the commotion.

After the guitar music stopped, many pedestrians were drawn to the light emitted by the summoning circle and stopped in their tracks.

Then came the steamed buns.

Some people were stunned after just one glance, some took out their phones to record videos, and some even squeezed a few steps closer, wanting to reach out and touch the bun's skin.

"I thought it was cosplay..." a black guy wearing a baseball cap muttered, "But the lighting just now was off. It was proper special effects; you couldn't create that without post-production, right?"

"Special effects my ass! This is magic, real magic, definitely not some street magic trick!"

The bespectacled man next to him, carrying a backpack, had a burning gaze. So the extraordinary really does exist!

Those present were amazed by Doubao, as were those behind the scenes.

Many people's brains froze when they saw the steamed bun.

What the hell is this thing?

Feeling unwell, buddy?

Isn't it said that the Holy Grail War summons only historically famous heroic spirits?

Heroes, kings, warriors, witches, poets—which one isn't a legendary figure whose name is etched in history?

Even if there are some obscure or unpopular Servants, they at least look like a human or a beast, but this one in front of me...

I'm a living 3D modeler.

Faldius's stomach upset worsened, and his secret plan to wage the Holy Grail War was thus thwarted.

Putting aside the issue of displaying mystery in broad daylight, what normal Servant looks like this?

The art styles are completely different, okay?

As for Sun Xiaochuan of the certain type of moon.

The pleasant laughter inside the airship hadn't stopped since the summoning circle was activated.

The only difference between her and Sun Xiaochuan is that she won't take responsibility for this matter like the Aurora Society of a certain mysterious lord.

In the observation footage, Xia Jie is standing with her arms crossed, looking calm, her gaze fixed on Doubao, and her lips seemingly clenched but not quite.

He allowed the crowd to watch, making no attempt to conceal his mystery.

"Doubao, Doubao," Xia Jie said, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear, "Do you think you can win the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City?"

Doubao turned around to face Xia Jie, folding her hands in front of her, her posture as upright as a graduate being interviewed.

"I will answer you in the simplest, most straightforward, most objective, most truthful, most systematic, most direct, most realistic, and easiest-to-understand way—"

She paused for a moment, raised her chin slightly, and looked determined.

"We will win."

Are you sure?

Xia Jie raised an eyebrow and deliberately questioned:

"The Servants in the Holy Grail War are all heroic spirits from the Age of Gods, or even demigods transformed into Servants. None of them are simple. What makes you think you can fight them?"

Doubao raised his right hand, rested his index finger on his chin, and made a thinking gesture.

Thinking.jpg (5 seconds)

"I am familiar with the plot of the Holy Grail War. We can use our intelligence advantage to form alliances among the major powers and ultimately achieve victory."

Doubao's gaze was firm, and his tone was confident.

So Xia Jie asked another question:

"Really? Think about it again. I summoned you in broad daylight. The other Masters must have already discovered me. Do you think we can survive?"

Doubao's expression changed.

To put it in Doubao's words:

It's not a collapse, not a crack, but a subtle change from "full of confidence" to "belated awareness".

That's good, at least she won't be stupid enough to drool.

I have thought about it for 10 seconds.

Ten seconds later, Doubao lowered her head, her voice carrying a formulaic apology:

"Sorry, I made a mistake!"

Doubao bowed slightly and said:

"Whether I can win is hard to say, but I will definitely do my best!"

"Even if I really lose, I can still write you all some post-battle stories! ^V^"

That's just right.

Xia Jie hesitated before summoning the Milk Dragon, but now it seems that Doubao is not bad.

As for the Milk Dragon, it can be used as a familiar.

"A master of magic!"

An extremely fervent voice boomed from the innermost circle of the crowd.

The guitar-playing, afro-haired youth sprang up from the ground, rushed to Xia Jie in two steps, and knelt down with a "thump" outside the red-painted circle at the edge of the summoning circle, tightly hugging Xia Jie's thighs with both hands.

Char Aznable's eyes burned with the intensity of someone looking at a little girl's mother.

"Please, please take me as your apprentice! I want to be a superhero too!"

His guitar strap was still hanging on his shoulder, and the guitar body hit the ground as he knelt down, producing a dull, resonant sound.

It seems even his old companion on his back is supporting him.

Xia Jie lowered her head.

With his afro and face tilted back, his lip piercing gleaming in the sunlight, his eyes held a sincere yet impulsive gaze, along with a reckless "let's give it a shot" attitude.

"you……"

"My name is Jon!"

The guy with the afro answered first.

"I've played guitar for twelve years, never went to college, but I can cook Chinese food! I can play basketball! And I can..."

The man with the afro began to give a rambling self-introduction.

"Alright, alright."

Xia Jie used a clever trick, gently shaking his thigh, which made the man with the afro who was hugging his thigh lose control and stand at attention on the spot.

Humans can control their strength, and strength can also control people.

"It's fate that we've met. How about this, I'll perform a magic trick for you."

"Yes, Master!"

Jond's gaze was fixed on Xia Jie, blinking repeatedly as if afraid that Xia Jie would disappear if he closed his eyes.

"This magic trick is called 'The Disappearing Person'."