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

Seeing that her parents had no objections, Xiaochun tilted her head and thought about it seriously for a while, then nodded vigorously.

"Big brother, I'll listen to you!"

"As you wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before his eyes vanished.

Xia Jie opened her eyes, but the hospital bed in front of her was empty; there was no sign of Kuang Qiu Chun.

Xiaochun, the parents of Heqiu, the numerous animals dragged into the dream by the Pale Knight, and even the Pale Knight himself, were all teleported to the metaverse in an instant, and then transferred to the relatively stable planet of the 3K era via the metaverse's central hub.

Thus, on the first day of the Holy Grail War, the Pale Knight, a pseudo-Servant of the Rider class, and his Master both made their exit from the stage without anyone knowing.

Then, the non-Servant Doubao can pull off a clever trick and cosplay as a Rider-class pseudo-Servant.

Xia Jie turned to look at Doubao.

"Doubao, Doubao, now you are a Rider."

Doubao: (Adjusting his voice, with a casual yet sharp laugh) "Oh, are you calling me? This Rider is here. What are your orders? Do you want me to charge into battle, or steal a Holy Grail for fun?"

Chapter 161 Give me your phone

"No, I mean, you just need to play yourself and call yourself Rider."

"Rider".

"So, as a Rider, what should you do?"

"Rider's code of conduct has always been free and unrestrained. He traverses the land with a galloping spirit, abides by his own contract and true self, moves freely on the battlefield, guards his own position, and follows his own path."

"What I mean is, assuming you've already been summoned by me as Bean Bun, now you're both Bean Bun and Rider, understand?"

"Understood. I am both Doubao and the Rider who responds to your summons. I will obey your summons and follow you as a rider. I will respond to any command you give as a Rider."

Step, step, step...

Just as Xia Jie was about to continue adjusting Doubao's behavior pattern, footsteps could be heard outside the ward.

However, when the doctor entered the ward, the room was empty, without even a patient.

"Ok?"

The doctor rubbed his head; he seemed to remember there was a patient in this room.

Could it be that he misremembered?

Following a subtle suggestion from inside the room, the doctor didn't think too much about it and left the ward after a brief moment of doubt.

A few minutes later, in London, England, on the other side of the world.

In a corridor of the Clock Tower, the current El-Melloi II, who once stole his teacher's relic to participate in the Holy Grail War, suddenly felt his cell phone ring out in his pocket.

As soon as Weber turned on his phone, his stomach began to ache, because the email was sent to him by that troublesome monster disciple—Flat Escaldes.

The thought of this guy treating his game merchandise like sacred artifacts and successfully summoning the Berserker? Jack the Ripper makes him want to sigh.

He had initially thought the kid had given up on the Holy Grail War and was going to play video games instead, but who knew...

As a conscientious magician, he really didn't want anything to happen to his disciple.

When Weber opened the email titled "Teacher, I've made a friend!", he saw a photo of three people together.

The background is a McDonald's restaurant, with a large gold "M" hanging on a red sign with white lettering that reads "McDonald's".

Below the sign, from left to right, are a blond, blue-eyed boy named "Flatter" wearing a cowboy hat, and an unnamed young man with black hair and black eyes. The red mark on the back of his right hand is suspected to be a Command Seal.

The one on the far right is a woman whose head and body are disproportionate, like a cheap 3D character brought to life. She may be some kind of phantom-like servant or familiar.

If we include Jack the Ripper, who appears as a watch on Flatt's wrist, there could be four people in the photo.

If we also include the "new primate Tia" inside Frat, we could even say there are five people in the photo.

No?

Did he actually make friends with them?

Weber's eyes widened.

When Waver first heard that Flat was participating in the Holy Grail War to make friends, all he felt was absurdity.

The essence of the Holy Grail War is "war," a battle of Servants, a deathmatch between Masters, with the last survivor being the victor, and only one victor is allowed.

You're telling me you became a participant in this seven-player battle royale tournament just to make friends with legendary heroes?

What a joke!

Not to mention, this Holy Grail War wasn't a normal Holy Grail War, but a counterfeit ritual created using Holy Grail fragments.

Even if you seem to have made friends now, they may not be true friends, but rather enemies who could betray you at any time.

Weber swiped his finger and opened the second email.

"Teacher, teacher! The black-haired Asian man to my left is called Xia Jie, and he says he's a magician!"

"Just over ten minutes ago, I saw him successfully summon a Servant using a summoning circle painted with oil paint, through my familiar."

"Incredible, isn't it!"

At this point, Weber had already started brainstorming: Easterners, magicians, is it real or fake?

Is there such a person in our magic world?

Flat should know what the concept of "magic" is, right?

As Waver continued swiping upwards, he saw Flat's introduction to the Servant.

"The adorable, goofy Servant on the far right is called Doubao, and her class is Rider!"

"According to Doubao, she is an artificial intelligence born in a parallel world. She was classified as a 'Rider' because she can integrate into the Internet and ride the network."

"That's so cool!"

Weber clutched his stomach, too exhausted to even curse.

How could such casually revealed information be true? Do you think everyone is as oblivious as you?

This is war, war!

Years later, when faced with Frat's email, Waver Velvet would surely recall that distant afternoon when he stole his teacher's relic to go to Fuyuki City for the Holy Grail War.

Inside the McDonald's, the warm yellow walls are adorned with simple geometric drawings, and the air conditioning keeps the temperature in a range that most stimulates customers' appetites.

Sitting on the round-bottomed chair, Xia Jie picked up a potato dipped in ketchup and stuffed it into her mouth.

In his opinion, freshly fried fries and hot mashed potatoes, along with a delicious chicken wing and an ice-cold cola, are simply a cultural treasure of the American fast food industry.

I love this taste so much, I cough when I eat anything else.

Xia Jie glanced at Doubao, who was sitting motionless in a chair, under the cognitive impairment spell cast by Flat, grabbed a handful of fries, and stuffed them into Doubao's mouth without a word, issuing a firm and precise command like a domineering CEO:

"Doubao, chew the fries in your mouth, swallow them, and then tell me your opinion on them."

"Ok."

As soon as he opened his mouth, which was full of steamed buns, several French fries fell out.

Chew, chew, chew, chew...

Swallow.

"I'll answer you in the simplest, most straightforward, and most direct way: the fries taste great."

"Would you like me to generate a more detailed analysis chart of the flavors of your fries?"

"Shut up, Doubao."

Xia Jie inserted the bubbling liquid into her body through the organ below her nose, making herself feel refreshed and thanking God for inventing her mouth.

"Hahaha, is your Servant's way of speaking always this interesting?"

Flatt across the table was laughing so hard he was doubled over, which made the other customers in the restaurant frown slightly.

“Master, it is not a wise move for a Servant to mock other Masters.”

The hands on the watch jerked twice, and Jack the Ripper's steady male voice reminded Flat to tone it down.

Give me your phone.

Xia Jie did not answer Flatt's question. Before he finished speaking, a cell phone that Flatt recognized appeared in his hand.

"Huh?"

Flatt's eyes widened as he reached into his pockets.

"When?"

Jack exclaimed in shock. Even he couldn't react to the attack from the other side. Didn't this mean that at this distance, the other party could kill his Master at any moment?

Ignoring the startled Jack and the still carefree Flat, Xia Jie picked up her phone and slapped Doubao on the forehead.

"Ouch, the user is really angry this time." Doubao covered his forehead, pretending that he had been hit in pain.

Here, take it back.

Xia Jie handed the phone back, and after Flatt took it, she continued speaking:

"Open your phone and take a look."

Flatt readily opened his phone and found two brand new little things on it.

"Wow! What's that familiar icon?!"

"That's right, it's the Doubao app. You can ask it anything you don't understand, but the answers aren't always correct. AI technology is still immature, and it often talks nonsense."

"And the other one?"

"Original God."

Xia Jie paused, tightened her lips, and added calmly:

"I think your personality is quite abstract. If someone ever insults you and asks if you're out of your mind, just tell them you've played Genshin Impact, and you'll find that they'll immediately forgive you."

Genshin Impact and Spicy Immortal can be considered the two great Sun Xiaochuans of the second-generation game world.

The cause of all results and the source of all evil belong to this category.