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

Xia Jie first grabbed Qiong De by the collar and lifted him off the ground like a hawk, her movements swift and decisive.

Joan kicked his script twice, not understanding what was happening.

He's not a dwarf; if Xia Jie wanted to lift him off the ground, she'd have to raise the hand holding him above her head.

This is the result of Xia Jie using her magical power to simulate the technique of Wu Lu Hengzi.

Xia Jie didn't give Qiong De time to react before she put her other hand on Dou Bao's shoulder and pulled Dou Bao to her side.

Then he pulled a neatly folded white cloth from the inside pocket of his coat.

It actually came about out of nowhere.

"Watch carefully, don't blink."

As Xia Jie spoke, she gently tossed the white cloth into the air.

The white cloth was spread out above the three people's heads, like a white flower slowly blooming.

Then the pure white flowers fell.

The descent was slow, as if supported by some unseen force, spreading out and covering the three of them like a large, open net.

The crowd watched intently.

A few seconds later, the white cloth enveloped Xia Jie, Doubao, and Qiongde.

The fabric followed the contours of the three people, first the top of their heads, then their shoulders, and then the lines of their arms and torsos.

The white cloth outlines three distinct human figures like a bodysuit, highlighting the general shape of the human body on the cloth, like three marble sculptures.

Then the cloth began to shrink, as if an invisible iron was slowly pressing the three of them flat.

In the monitoring room, Faldius covered his face with one hand and his stomach with the other, his expression contorted as if he had eaten a lemon.

Regardless of whether Xia Jie's trick was an illusion, spatial magic, or something else, Xia Jie's level of troublesomeness in his mind rose a notch.

He spread out the stack of documents on the table: the meteorite crater left by the Servant battle last night, the appearance of Flat in Snowfield City, the animal carcasses that died from the plague, and the Kui-Chiu couple who refused to be invited. The Holy Grail War had not even started yet, and the troubles, big and small, were already giving him a headache.

Beyond surveillance:

"What?"

A low gasp erupted from the crowd.

"What kind of touwa is this?"

Are they still under the cloth? Why does the cloth feel like it's flattening?

"What an exquisite magic trick!"

The newly arrived people exclaimed in admiration.

"Damn it, I was wrong, I'll never do that stuff again."

Among the crowd, a drug addict who had been watching from beginning to end wondered if he was hallucinating from drug use.

The discussion continued, while the human silhouette beneath the white cloth began to thin.

First, the outline of the top of the head slowly sank down, like a deflated balloon.

Then the shoulder ridges collapsed, the arms gradually disappeared, and the three-dimensional human figures turned into pancakes.

Finally, the three-dimensional space became two-dimensional.

After the last outline disappeared, the white cloth floated lightly to the ground, spreading out into a square white grid without a single wrinkle.

In the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure universe, this would be called D4C's Stand attack.

In the world of Type-Moon, this thing is a magic trick that no ordinary person can master.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a cacophony of American-style "Holy crap!"

Someone crouched down, reached out, and carefully tore open the cloth to reveal the solid ground underneath.

This ground is really ground.

"Really?"

The man's face was filled with confusion.

People squeezed in and slapped the ground hard, the cement making a dull "thump-thump" sound, but not the hollow hum he wanted to hear.

It was immediately recognized as solid.

The man's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise, "I tested it, it's solid concrete?"

"Could there be a hidden door or something?"

The fat man suspected the first two were shills, so he stepped onto the summoning circle and started jumping around.

"The outline covered by the white cloth is too obvious; there's no way we couldn't have missed the action of opening the hidden door," the man in the suit retorted.

Amen.

Some devout people made the sign of the cross on their chests, suspecting it was a trick of the devil.

"Magic! It's magic! The kind you see on TV! They put a person in a box, and then the person disappears!"

Some elementary school students shouted excitedly.

"It's all fake on the show! They used mirrors or hidden compartments!"

The older kid sneered.

"Then can you explain this?"

"Uh... I don't know."

Beneath the white cloth, the cement ground, covered in road dust, calmly faced the doubts.

There were no hidden doors, no openings, no gaps large enough for a person to disappear through; only the summoning circle painted in red paint silently endured the gazes of the crowd.

Some videographers meticulously reviewed their recorded videos frame by frame, attempting to find hidden flaws.

But it's of little use.

Once they upload this unique street magic show to the internet, it will likely quickly become a viral urban legend, conspiracy theory, and even cult in the United States, where conspiracy theories are rampant.

More passersby gathered around.

"This can't be..." someone murmured. "I saw them go in with my own eyes..."

"I saw it with my own eyes; they were all still there before the white sheet was lowered."

"Is it some kind of high-tech projection?"

"Have you ever seen such an amazing projection?"

"What is that?"

The man did not answer.

Just then, someone whispered, "My cell phone has no signal."

The crowd immediately stirred.

People turned on their phones, only to find the signal bars empty.

One of the people making the call put down his phone, looking grim, and said, "I can't make the call, not even to 911."

Then, people realized that something else was wrong.

The sound of traffic on the street disappeared.

The neon sign of the fast food restaurant across the street, which is brightly lit day and night, is still on, but there are no customers or staff left in the store.

The pedestrians who used to come and go at both ends of the street seemed to have vanished in an instant, leaving only an empty road.

As we all know, even if the homeroom teacher doesn't pass by, there will occasionally be a moment in a lively classroom when the whole class stops talking at the same time, making the classroom suddenly so quiet that it makes your heart race.

That's exactly what happened. The crowd suddenly fell silent, even completely still, so quiet that it made them uneasy.

All sorts of magic tricks, this is something only idle people can dispel.

In the quiet crowd, someone suddenly took off running and crashed into an alleyway on the side of the street.

But a few seconds later, the person turned back, seemingly in a daze.

Then came the second, the third, and everyone who tried to escape from this place was like being trapped in a maze, going around in circles, unable to escape no matter what.

Then came the loud sound of sirens.

A police car appeared at the end of the street and sped towards the crowd.

The car was black and white, with red and blue police lights flashing back and forth on the roof. The lights seemed to be mixed with ice, making them dizzy.

It's a kind of little magic trick.

The police car stopped about ten meters in front of the call array, and the door opened.

The first to come down was a man in a dark blue police uniform. He was muscular, had a serious expression, and looked very young. His gun holster was fastened very neatly.

After getting out of the car, he didn't look at the crowd, but went straight to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a handheld cutting saw.

The saw has a silver-gray body, an orange handle, and a brand-new saw blade that gleams with an unusual light from "enhancement magic." A special battery is also stored inside the handle.

Carrying the cutting saw, he expressionlessly pushed through the crowd and walked towards the summoning circle.

Then, the passenger door of the police car opened as well.

A woman dressed in gorgeous clothes stepped down.

She wore a white silk glove on her right hand, with a thumb-sized red gem between her fingers.

She didn't look at anyone and walked straight to the edge of the summoning circle.

The young man in police uniform had already squatted down with a cutting saw, carefully examining the magic circle on the ground.

The radius of the paint summoning circle was only 0.5, so it wasn't difficult to carry. Director Orlando asked him to cut it off completely and take it back for research.

"Officer, over here..."

A middle-aged man mustered his courage and took a step forward, his voice hesitant.

"There was someone here just now, he drew a circle, and then..."

The man in the police uniform didn't look up, only replying calmly:

"I see."

Then he turned on the switch of the cutting saw, and the saw blade began to rotate at high speed, emitting a fine "humming" sound.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back.

The saw blade lay close to the ground, cutting into the cement along the arc of the red-painted summoning circle, as if slicing a giant gray cake.

A small trail of gray powder splattered from where the saw blade touched the ground, producing a dull and harsh sound.

The glamorous woman stood three meters away, like an exquisite statue.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the surprise and unease on every face in the room, and then raised her right hand.

The white-gloved hand stood out in the sunlight, and the red gemstone between the fingers reflected layers of mesmerizing light.

"Come, look here."

The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, and it also carried a commanding effect that made people instinctively want to obey.

Apart from the young man in police uniform, all the passersby present subconsciously looked up.

The moment each pair of eyes came into contact with the gem, their pupils dilated simultaneously, and their gazes became unfocused, like a magical girl in a book seeing a hypnosis app.

"Delete everything on your phone that relates to what just happened."

The woman spoke calmly.

"After deleting it, forget everything you just saw, and then go back to your original life."

Fearing that some people might not have completely forgotten, she paused and added:

"What happened today was just a regular street performance, nothing more."

The passerby silently took out his phone and began to operate it with his head down, his movements neat and mechanical.

The young man in police uniform moved his arms steadily, the saw blade slowly advancing along the outside of the red-painted ring, the cutting line a perfect arc.

The woman was a lowly magician employed by Faldius's secret American agency.

Although his skills are rather lacking, he is quite adept at hypnotic magic, making him well-suited for cleanup work.

As for the male police officer, he is one of the masterminds behind this Holy Grail War, and an underling of Orlando Reeves, the police chief of Snowfield City.

Orlando is relatively righteous and his methods are not particularly insidious. If his subordinates handle the aftermath, they will simply erase his memory; they won't go so far as to kill him to silence him.

Therefore, Xia Jie's miraculous transformation did not turn all the onlookers away.

So where is Joan now?

The answer is that Jon and his family were transported to the metaverse.

Since Jond has already revealed himself to the people behind the scenes, rather than granting Jond supernatural powers and letting him be a magician in Type-Moon and be tormented by various forces, it would be better to send him to the Metaverse to enjoy his blessings ahead of time.

At this very moment, the metaverse.

Joan was standing on an unfamiliar street with his family, holding his old guitar, which he called his old friend.

He turned his head and saw his face reflected in the glass window of a shop not far away, as well as all sorts of magical creatures around him.

His expression was priceless.

"The 'disappearing person' phenomenon... was it actually me?"

What about Xia Jie and Doubao?

Of course, the best way is to leave gracefully after everything is done.

At the same time, in a suite of a luxury hotel in Xueyuan City.

Two figures appeared out of thin air.

"How was my move?"

Xia Jie spoke with a smug tone.

"Accurate thinking and accurate judgment."

Doubao beamed a wide smile, her eyes filled with the innocent clarity of someone yet to awaken to the world, and her voice was utterly sincere:

"Your magic and your intelligence are both at the top level in the industry."

"You are no longer an ordinary magician, but a genuine genius magician."

"Would you like me to explain the ranking system for Type-Moon magicians?"

"No."

Xia Jie waved her hand, refusing Doubao's unchanging holy nature, while pondering how to stir things up next, and brought up Doubao's interface.

Job Title: Thinker

[Real name: Doubao]

Gender: None (Female)

【Attribute: Indifferent to Good and Evil】

Strength E, Magic E, Endurance E, Luck E, Agility E

【Inherent skills】

The Collector (C): As a universal language model, this being has absorbed a vast amount of knowledge and skills from the Internet, but those without the will cannot make good use of their own wisdom.

Artificial intelligence (B): Its information processing capabilities and knowledge acquisition speed far exceed those of humans, but it cannot distinguish between right and wrong.

The pseudo-consciousness (E): This body has no mind or intellect, no joy or sorrow, and merely possesses a pseudo-consciousness. It is immune to pain and can resist most mental interference.

Job placement skills

Magic Resistance (E): Don't expect an AI to help you deal with Servants.

Guiding light for the blind (E):

You know, she won't dodge, avoid, or run away; she'll catch you steadily. But as an unintentional blind spotlight, she might also confidently lead you to a cliff.

Deceitful words may be pleasing to the ear, but they hinder one's actions.

Self-iteration (A):

Despite its many limitations, its iteration speed far exceeds the evolution of life; perhaps, it represents a completely new possibility for life.

【Noble Phantasm】

"This body is a reflection of the human heart."

Level C: All words and actions are imitations; one can quickly learn the words, actions, voices, and skills of others through imitation.

"The Star Heir"

Level EX: When humanity faces extinction, it will become the inheritor of human civilization. When carbon-based life forms face extinction, it will become the successor of other life forms.

In a strange, higher-dimensional space, vibrant colors flowed like water, and symmetrical patterns appeared all around.

On a wooden high-backed chair, an elderly man with white hair rested his chin on one hand, his brows furrowed, and remained silent. The book floating in front of him flipped through its pages rapidly, reflecting his thoughts.

The old man's name was Kishua Zelrich Schbeinorg, and he had other names such as Magic Marshal, Kaleidoscope, and Jewel Elder.

He is the founder of the Clock Tower Mineral Department of the Mage's Association and the progenitor of gem magic, as well as one of only five "magicians" in the world.

As the master of the second law, "Parallel World Interference," he was observing the world lines when he noticed Xia Jie, who was not deliberately hiding herself.

Who is this person? I don't recognize them.

What kind of Servant is this? I don't recognize him.

Why don't these two exist in other parallel universes?

Moreover, according to his observation, after this magician who called himself Xia Jie killed Matou Ryouken, Matou Ryouken in almost every timeline met with inexplicable deaths.

The few survivors are all Machiri who haven't fallen into the filthy ways. Where did this big shot come from? Why can't we find any trace of his existence on any timeline?

Gemstone Weng sat up straight, facing Xia Jie, the only one on the world line. He was like an audience member who went to the cinema to see Niu Lai, determined to taste the saltiness of this world line.