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Chapter 463 Abstract Heroic Spirits of the Internet

A radiance, a blinding radiance.

On this day, people all over the world noticed the white light gushing out from inside Fuyuki City.

The energy of that light was stronger than that of a pure gamma-ray burst, and its transmission speed surpassed that of light.

In just a moment, the entire universe was radiated by this enormous light.

The Holy Grail War, which should have remained hidden in the shadows, attracted the world's attention on its very first night, making it impossible to conduct it discreetly.

Of course, Weberville was unaware of anything else; he was simply too blinded by the light before him to open his eyes.

After the blinding white light in front of him dissipated, what appeared before him was an elderly man with a refined and scholarly demeanor.

"This...this is my Servant?"

Weberville stared wide-eyed at the summoner before him, his mouth agape in astonishment, almost unable to close.

"You... are you my master?"

The old man didn't speak, tilting his head to look at Weberveld in front of him. After a moment's hesitation, his mount made a sound:

"I am a citizen of the White Empire, and my profession is Rider."

"As for my name?"

The old man paused slightly under Weberville's incredulous gaze, then continued to make sounds from his mount:

"Stephen William Hawking!"

"Ho ho ho ho ho... Gold!!!"

Weberville stared in shock at the elderly man in front of him, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted to the side.

Although the magical world was rather closed off, he was still somewhat aware of Hawking's name. The question was, how did Hawking become a Heroic Spirit?!

Weberville had countless things he wanted to complain about, and in his utter shock, he subconsciously blurted out:

"Why would a scientist become a Heroic Spirit? You didn't die!"

"Also, I really don't understand why someone with ALS would be designated as a Rider?"

"What's your ride? A wheelchair? Are you planning to use it to kill your enemies?"

"The only purpose of this thing is to make the enemy laugh themselves to death!"

……

The numerous flaws kept Webber Welwyn talking nonstop.

As he made his comment, a cowlick on Webberville's head suddenly shone brightly.

"Ugh, what's wrong with my head?!"

Weberville Vettel rolled his eyes in surprise, trying to see the energy above his head.

"Young man, this is our shared talent:吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical remarks) energy!" came the voice from the wheelchair beneath Hawking.

"As long as you keep complaining, you can gain complaining energy to materialize any item and become omnipotent."

"This... there's such magic? No, this is already in the realm of magic, isn't it? And why does making sarcastic remarks generate energy?!"

Weberville stared in shock at a panel in the lower left corner of his vision.

Rant Energy: 250

As his吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to criticize or complain) energy level increased, he also learned what he could materialize.

But in the next moment, in his sight, Hawking stood up directly from his wheelchair.

"Do you have to be so casual? You just suddenly stood up! Aren't you paralyzed? Are you really Stephen Hawking?!"

Weberville was speechless, but the number in the lower right corner of his vision jumped to 350 as soon as he spoke.

"Young man, this is the wonder of shared talent," Hawking suddenly said.

"So you can talk! What were you doing with that wheelchair the whole time? Did you find it fun?" Weberville Whitt teased.

Rant energy: 480.

"No, I was indeed paralyzed just now, but I used the energy I gained to heal my injuries," Hawking explained earnestly.

Weberville asked, surprised yet serious, "Shared talent? You mean you also have the energy to make sarcastic remarks? But wait, you didn't make any sarcastic remarks just now?"

"Kid, my talent isn't in making sarcastic remarks, it's in being silly."

Hawking explained earnestly, "As long as I make a fool of myself and get others to criticize me, I can gain materialized energy."

"The more powerful the person who criticizes me, the stronger my energy for being silly becomes."

"Why does making a fool of yourself give you energy? This ability is way too easy, are you just playing around?"

So much has happened that Webberville has subconsciously taken on the role of the sarcastic commentator.

"Young man, I think we need to leave here as soon as possible," Hawking said seriously.

"This Holy Grail War will be more intense than ever before, affecting the entire world."

"Our enemies are as numerous as mountains and as vast as the sea, practically enemies of the entire world. The commotion we've caused is too great; we need to leave this city as soon as possible."

Weberville couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean? Why should I go against the whole world?"

"Because I will help you." Hawking smiled slightly, which made Weberville feel uneasy.

At this moment, not only here, but throughout the entire Fuyuki City, with the white light shooting into the sky, all seven people with different talents and identities chosen by Byakuya were awakened.

In an apartment, a tanned, buzz-cut Black man wearing a basketball jersey appeared following the white light.

Looking at Ryunosuke Uryu before him, the black man spoke, "Man! Are you my master?"

"I am your servant. I am a citizen of the White Empire, and my profession is Caster (magician)."

"You can call me Kobe Bryant, or you can call me Boss!"

As he spoke, the Black man gently raised his right elbow in front of the dazed boy and said, "This is my talent, the Illusion Elbow."

"We can rely on a powerful elbow strike to correct the world's course toward the future we desire."

……

On the other side, atop a high-rise skyscraper, as the light faded, Kenneth stared silently at the man before him.

Before him stood an elderly white man in military uniform, a corn pipe dangling from his mouth.

"Young man, how dare you not bow to me, a five-star general, MacArthur?" MacArthur asked, frowning as he spoke, a pipe dangling from his lips.

"MacArthur..." Kenneth and Sora, who was standing next to him, looked at Lancer MacArthur in front of them.

He had certainly heard of the name, but how exactly did a modern soldier get involved in the Holy Grail War?

Regarding Kenneth's doubts, the documentary Corpus MacArthur commented as follows:

"We must win this Holy Grail War immediately, if you want to go home for dinner before Christmas."

The epic documentary, "The Abstract Holy Grail War," is now playing for you...

"Stop, stop, stop." Kenneth frowned, interrupting MacArthur, and asked, "What is your ability?"

"My ability?" MacArthur smiled. "I call it the [Innate Explanatory Body]."

"Whatever I say, the other party can't help but believe it, thinking it's true."

(End of this chapter)