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Chapter 468 Absolute Trust

"It doesn't matter. Even without the help of another team of Heroic Spirits, with our talents of absolute accuracy and absolute evasion, we can still defeat everyone," Kennedy said proudly.

A hint of relief flashed in Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes as he said:

"Indeed, with absolute attack and evasion, combined with the talents of these defeated ones, I should have won in the end."

Thinking of this, Tokiomi Tohsaka clenched his fist slightly, his eyes filled with unwavering determination:

"Magic! It's no longer needed. As long as we achieve final victory, we can do anything."

"Hey ho ho, the three of you not far away." Suddenly, a deep and steady voice rang out from afar.

Everyone looked up at the sound and saw a man with a full head of blond hair and an elegant blue robe slowly walking towards them.

Beside the man, a man dressed in an American military uniform, with a pipe in his mouth, smiled and looked at the crowd.

"Douglas MacArthur?" Kennedy's expression became slightly complicated as he looked at MacArthur as if he had returned to a distant past.

As members of the upper echelons of the United States, one a US president and the other a five-star general, they had naturally met.

Two years before his wildly imaginative moment, the five-star general in front of him had invited him to a private meeting at a hotel.

Upon seeing the two people walking towards him, Kennedy understood their identities almost instantly.

Both are summoned heroic spirits, and at least one of them must die before the final outcome.

Thinking this, Kennedy adopted a boxing stance and said, "Douglas, do you want to have a life-or-death duel with your boss right from the start of the game?"

"It seems that you, the so-called Five-Star Emperor, have not only transformed Japan, but have also been influenced by Japan's spirit of overthrowing superiors."

As always, Kennedy still wore his unruly smile in the face of even the greatest difficulties. Smailo Smailo!

"Your Majesty the President."

MacArthur smiled and removed his military cap, saying, "I am not here to fight, but to serve my country."

"Loyalty?"

Upon hearing MacArthur's words, Kennedy's expression relaxed slightly.

"Yes, Master and I have decided to place our hopes for victory on you."

MacArthur sincerely said, "I just hope that you, who will ultimately prevail, can resurrect us."

"Is that so?" Kennedy, Tokiomi Tohsaka, and the others believed MacArthur's words without hesitation, and the sense of threat from the person in front of them vanished in an instant.

"Plan works!" MacArthur's face, hidden in the shadows, broke into a smile.

His ability is the [Innate Explanatory Body], which allows him to make people believe his words without any doubt.

This is a mental imprint etched into the other person's mind. Even if you say the water is highly poisonous, the other person will only suspect their own problem, not that MacArthur is wrong.

Therefore, the greatest use of this ability is, of course, to infiltrate the enemy's ranks and then, with the help of others, survive until the late game to launch a backstab.

Kennedy and the others, who had unhesitatingly trusted MacArthur, exchanged glances and lowered their guard against him.

Kennedy asked, "Alright, since you're willing to join us, what are your abilities?"

"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."

MacArthur revealed his full capabilities without reservation, showing no fear that the other side would doubt him.

Absolute characteristics are not something so inconvenient.

MacArthur's ability to convince people that what he says is true does not logically conflict with his submission to Kennedy and his group.

They are like steel stamps engraved into the soul, making the person in front of them believe.

Sure enough, as MacArthur spoke, Kennedy said with a hint of fear, "Absolute trust? That's a terrifying ability. Luckily you surrendered to us, otherwise we might have fallen into your trap."

"That's right, but we have no offensive capabilities, so we can only rely on His Majesty the President," MacArthur said with a smile.

"No problem, so what is your Master ability?" Kennedy asked.

"My Master? He has no power whatsoever, so I'm in charge of everything," MacArthur said.

"So there are such useless Masters after all." Kennedy said with a hint of disdain, glancing at Kirei Kotomine almost imperceptibly.

They still believed without a doubt that MacArthur had "surrendered," and after exchanging contact information, the two groups parted ways.

Watching Kennedy and his group disappear into the distance, MacArthur smiled and said, "Mr. Kenneth, you can take off your earplugs now."

As he spoke, he reached out and took two earplugs out of Kenneth's ears.

Throughout the entire ordeal, MacArthur's master Kenneth consistently refused to listen to his absolute truth.

After all, the absolute truth doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. You can fool others, but if you fool your own people and make them fall for it, that's no laughing matter.

"Judging by the time, MacArthur should have already swindled Kenneth out of his mind by now," Kiritsugu Emiya said suddenly in the hidden basement after leaving the unconscious Uncle Li behind.

"MacArthur?" Hill had a vague recollection of the name.

"Yes, he has the ability to command absolute trust," Kiritsugu Emiya said.

"That guy has the power to make everyone believe in him, and he can easily fool everyone, including me, who can foresee the future, and I almost fell for it."

"If I hadn't been seen by the Eye of Truth in my premonition and realized that I had been deceived, this kind of mental imprint would probably have carried over into reality."

Kiritsugu Emiya regained his composure and said, "However, MacArthur is unaware of Pol Pot's abilities and will definitely suffer a great loss at Kennedy's hands in the future, so we don't need to take action."

"Furthermore, Kennedy didn't demonstrate his true abilities. If he had realized that words could also be a form of attack, he wouldn't have been deceived by the so-called truth."

Hill stared blankly at the man beside her, lost in thought. This calculating demeanor suggested he had experienced countless premonitions.

"Adolf," suddenly, Kiritsugu Emiya spoke.

"Yes!" Hill seemed a little nervous for some reason.

"The entire Holy Grail War is fraught with danger, and we face countless enemies. Even I am not confident that I will make it to the end."

Kiritsugu Emiya's expression turned somewhat dejected as he said, "In the face of life and death, the only person I can trust is you, because even if we win in the end, we will walk to the very end together."

"So!" Kiritsugu Emiya suddenly became excited, grabbing Hill's arms with both hands and shouting, "Adolf, give me control of your mind and power without hesitation!"

Hill hesitated before asking, "Domination?"

"Yes, we are natural partners. I will provide the ideas, and you will pave the way. The brain cannot be separated from the body, and the body cannot be separated from the brain."

Kiritsugu Emiya said sincerely, "So please believe me without reservation, believe in the me who believes in you as well."

"Do you believe it?" Hill's expression was somewhat moved, as if a large hand had gripped his heart, and a warm current began to flow through his body.

"Honestly, you actually said I don't have a brain or something." Subconsciously, Hill shyly grasped Kiritsugu Emiya's hands and said, "But since that's the case, I'll reluctantly believe you this time."

"Liars will have to swallow a thousand silver needles," Hill said, seemingly casually.

"Of course, I will trust you completely."

Kiritsugu Emiya turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly, but a deep smile appeared on the other half of his face, which was out of Sheer's sight.

"I'm sorry, but in order to achieve final victory, I have no choice but to win you over." Kiritsugu Emiya thought to himself with this decision.

"To achieve victory, even if the girl in front of me is Sheele, I will conquer her!" Kiritsugu Emiya made a firm decision in his heart.

MacArthur's actions inspired him.

As he said, in this Holy Grail War, victory requires overwhelming force.

Hill's abilities can perfectly solve most difficult problems.

Therefore, in order to prevent problems with Sheele's execution, Kiritsugu Emiya had no choice but to sacrifice himself and let her girlish heart rest on his shoulders.

Even the most notorious and ruthless person is ultimately just a young girl. As long as you can win over her heart, there's no need to worry about anything going wrong.

To ensure his success, he spent half an hour rehearsing the moves over three thousand times before finally devising the optimal strategy.

In just one day, he could win Hill's heart and make her do whatever he wanted with her.

Then he would have a loyal slave girl named Hitler.

Forgive me, Hill, this is the last time.

"I have spent over a hundred years in the rehearsals of the future," Kiritsugu Emiya thought coldly to himself.

"This is getting more and more interesting." High above, Bai Ye looked down at the entire universe with pleasure in his eyes.

From his perspective, he could see the actions of every player in this universe perfectly.

Because so many people were killed in the past, far more than trillions, their numbers are scattered throughout the entire universe.

And because everyone has a cheat code, almost everyone has a chance to win.

Of course, in Bai Ye's eyes, although most people have system-type cheat codes, their chances of winning are very slim.

After all, even though they are forced to commit to death, these people are unlikely to excel in terms of thinking, action, execution, and creativity.

Even with a cheat code, he couldn't push himself to the limit like Kiritsugu Emiya. Instead, he thought about taking a break, taking it slow, and waiting a little longer.

Such hesitation and complacency permeated the lives of these people. Of course, they could think this way if they were facing other worlds, but after all, only one person was special.

But in this deadly race, everyone has a golden touch, and advantages accumulate like a snowball; if you're slow one step ahead, you'll be slow the whole way.

Even if these shortcomings are made up for later, others will have already accumulated a huge advantage and can easily sweep them aside.

"Although everyone has a chance to win, based on the differences in their actions and thoughts, the final winner is almost predetermined to be one of a few people," Bai Ye murmured, his gaze lowering again.

In a small hut, Kobe looked at Ryunosuke Uryuu with a serious expression, saying, "Ryunosuke-san, train harder. The power you gained this time is one of Lord Byakuya's talents, and its potential is limitless."

Ryunosuke lay prone on the ground, struggling to do push-ups, his eyes fixed on his innate abilities, attribute panel, and the endless possibilities.

Name: Ryunosuke Uryu

Lifespan: 18/5000W

Power: 1.1

Physical condition: 1.0

Spirit: 1.2

Charisma: 1.2

Talent [Never Limits]: No upper limit, no bottleneck, no weakness, you can become stronger by working hard!

……

"Kobe-san, my hands are so sore." Ryunosuke's body heaved with difficulty, his voice tinged with pain, his body almost reaching its limit.

"Don't give up. The higher you push yourself, the better the training effect."

Kobe asked seriously, "Do you know what Tokyo looks like at 4 a.m.?"

"In the third chapter of the first volume of 'The Legend of White Night,' it is said that on the very first night that His Majesty White Night set out to train, he persevered until he fainted. You clearly possess such great talent, you can't let it go to waste."

Ryunosuke's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, saying with a hint of resignation, "Why don't we just go hunt down the other losers and capture their innate abilities?"

"No way." Kobe shook his head gravely. "It's too dangerous. This isn't modern America."

"Those white old fogies who are also Heroic Spirits might empty my magazine the moment they see me, a black man, so we can only endure it here."

"With your talent and my Imagination Elbow, we will win!"

"But this is so painful," Ryunosuke complained.

He doesn't care about inflicting pain on others, but when prolonged pain is inflicted on himself, he finds it hard to bear.

But what greeted him was Kobe's unwavering gaze: "Keep going, Ryunosuke-san, you'll win! And next up is a sulfuric acid bath."

Ryunosuke screamed in agony, "Spare me!"

……

Inside a small room, Weber and Hawking were each engrossed in watching a television program.

The shows that Hawking studied were called manzai and sketch comedy, and he hoped to gain energy by imitating the scenes in them and acting silly.

Weber, on the other hand, was watching some mindless TV dramas, accumulating "吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) energy" by criticizing the plots.

"What a pity," Hawking said helplessly. "The era in which this timeline exists is too backward. Otherwise, in the era of the great development of the Internet, you could have accumulated even more energy for rants."

"I heard that in a future Eastern country, there will be a program called the Spring Festival Gala that, 15 years later, will have gathered all the best criticisms from all sides."

"Every single skit in it is full of flaws; it's supposed to be funny, but it just makes you want to flip the table," Hawking said seriously.

"Is it really that scary...?" Weber thought to himself, his gaze falling on the list of items that could be exchanged for with the energy from the complaint.

"Endless, Elbow of Imagination, Absolute Accuracy, Absolute Evasion, Eye of Reality..."

On this exchange list, even the absolute characteristic talents of other heroic spirits can be exchanged, but the amount of吐槽 energy required for the exchange is astronomical, and he might not be able to collect it even if he吐槽s until he dies.

(End of this chapter)