The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"This is the first time that the host has not chosen to use the power of destruction to infuse the heroic spirit, forcing the heroic spirit to submit spontaneously." The system couldn't help but sigh at Wang Chong's rapid progress.

"Don't you see who I am... Although Mozai has some troubles with her personality, she is still a heroic spirit that I like, so I am naturally quite familiar with her." Wang Chong said to the system.

"Master, a Servant has approached the magic barrier. It's Jeanne d'Arc. My barrier can't stop her." Semiramis's information also entered Wang Chong's mind at this time.

"Mordred, I need you to do something right now. I need you to help me act out a scene," Wang Chong said.

"Hmm? Put on a show?" Mordred looked at Wang Chong strangely.

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"Is this... a magic barrier? I didn't expect such an aura to appear here." Jeanne noticed this aura and walked in without hesitation. With Jeanne's current class skill of EX-level magic resistance, the magic barrier could not stop her at all.

But as soon as Jeanne entered, she found that the aura of the enchantment had mysteriously disappeared. This made Jeanne feel a little strange. She had clearly intended to use the magic enchantment to cover it up, but now the other party had taken it back. Why? Could it be that the other party had achieved their goal?

"Wait! Over there, that's Wang Chong and an unknown Servant, fighting! Not only has the Holy Grail War not even begun, but isn't fighting during the day strictly prohibited?" Seeing this unusual development, Joan of Arc immediately thought of the mysterious Servant who had previously attacked her and Wang Chong. Without hesitation, she rushed in the direction of the battle.

"There's another Servant... It feels like Caster. Is it the Servant who just cast the magic barrier? But he's already far away, almost out of range... Hmm? Wang Chong-kun's Black Mist Ring is vibrating? It seems to be pulling towards my ear." Jeanne, who was rushing towards Wang Chong, sensed the number of Servants around her. Suddenly, Jeanne noticed that the Black Mist Ring on her wrist was pulling towards her ear. So Jeanne let it go, raised her hand and placed the Black Mist Ring next to her ear.

"Joan of Arc." Joan of Arc immediately heard the message conveyed to her by the Black Mist Ring.

"Eh? Is that Wang Chongjun's voice? Wang Chongjun, what happened over there?" Joan of Arc said immediately.

"Fighting with a Servant. Don't worry, I don't have any big problems on my side. I'm just worried that too many people will be attracted later, so I hope Jeanne can help me with something."

"what?"

"Jeanne, when you come here later, don't wear your spirit clothes. Instead, return to your everyday clothes like Leticia."

"why is that?"

"I hope you can pretend to be my Master, Jeanne."

"Hmm...eh???" Joan of Arc was obviously stunned by Wang Chong's words.

"Don't ask so many whys, Jeanne. If you want to lure out the mastermind, the best thing to do is to hide your identity as the Judge first. Believe me, I will explain after this is over."

……

Jeanne had no choice but to follow Wang Chong's advice, remove her combat gear, and rush towards him. She could sense that Wang Chong, fighting and retreating, had already reached an area close to the ocean outside. As for the Emiya residence, Jeanne had already passed it long ago.

"Stopped?" Joan of Arc felt that Wang Chong had stopped. At the same time, a powerful aura rose from not far away. Joan of Arc realized that this was the prelude to the release of the Noble Phantasm.

Joan of Arc quickened her pace, charging into the field. Finally, she witnessed a scene that shocked her. A black mist enveloped Wang Chong, and countless ghosts swarmed everywhere. Opposite Wang Chong, a Servant clad in heavy armor and crowned with ox horns, drew forth a dazzling sword and confronted him.

"Real name revealed!" Instantly, the opponent's information appeared in Jeanne's mind. However, Jeanne was surprised to find that the information bar only displayed the opponent's ability parameters and class skills, but not the opponent's real name, Noble Phantasm, or inherent skills.

"Could it be that the other party has a very advanced Noble Phantasm that can hide their information? Otherwise, why is it that my real name is useless?" Jeanne was helpless and planned to come to help Wang Chong herself, but at this moment she heard Wang Chong shouting:

"Don't come over here! Master! I will take care of him!"

"Master... Master?" Jeanne remembered that she had just agreed with Wang Chongjun. But now, the other party was about to use his Noble Phantasm. Was she really supposed to just stand by and watch?

Wang Chong seemed to notice Jeanne's worry, so he said, "Don't worry! Master, I will definitely win for you!"

"Come on! Unknown Servant, let us decide the outcome with one strike!" Wang Chong shouted loudly, holding up the Blade of the Ruined King.

Chapter 47: Enthusiastic Citizen Mr. Jin

Honestly, Joan of Arc was completely bewildered. She couldn't understand Wang Chong's actions at all. However, Joan of Arc wasn't the only one confused. Another person who looked completely bewildered was Mordred, who was hiding under his visor.

"What on earth is this Master doing? What's going on?" Mordred thought that he had realized enough about the extent of his Master's recklessness through that battle, but the scene that was unfolding now was even more unexpected to Jeanne.

What the hell? Why was he calling that hurriedly arriving girl "Master"? Could it be that his Master was someone else's Servant? This was too weird!

However, Mordred truly believed this was possible. After all, from the knowledge bestowed upon him by the Holy Grail, there was no such thing as a Master so perverted as to be able to evenly outmatch a Heroic Spirit Servant, or even to suppress him. It was too unreasonable. The only explanation was that the other party was also a Servant.

"Don't think too much, just release your Noble Phantasm. The ordinary one, and save your most powerful move for your dear father." Wang Chong's voice came in his ears. This was the black mist ring that Wang Chong had asked him to wear on his ear not long ago, which could communicate silently.

"Then I won't be polite. I want to see if the Master who just suppressed me can block this move of mine!"

"The radiant royal sword——!" Because she had not taken off her helmet, she was unable to unleash the full power of her royal sword. She could only release the sword's light. However, the silver light, which was [more dazzling than any silver], still made Joan of Arc, who was watching from afar, feel a great deal of pressure.

"I have lost my love forever, and everything I see is ruined—the pain pierces my soul!!"

As the lines were spoken, a dark green light ignited on Wang Chong's body, and the black fog began to become manic, as if responding to the call of its king. Wang Chong leaped up, and the thick power of destruction gathered on the Blade of the Ruined King. Then it fell from the sky and slashed vertically downwards at Mordred.

The dazzling silver light collided with the surging black fog, and a huge air wave swept over in an instant. Joan of Arc immediately resisted the strong wind with one hand, but her feet began to move backwards, and a deep mark was rubbed out on the mud.

In the distance, a blond man who had been leisurely jumping across a telephone pole paused slightly when faced with the strong wind. He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the strong wind and watching the silver light and the swirling black mist in the distance. He smiled strangely, "Hmph, interesting."

……

When the airflow dissipated, the two figures bounced apart, exploding back more than ten meters. A small dent appeared where they had clashed. Wang Chong felt the sensation of resisting the Noble Phantasm. Hmm, not bad, a thorough warm-up. Although the opponent hadn't fully unleashed the Noble Phantasm, Wang Chong at least had a certain understanding of his own strength.

But Mordred, who almost fell in the distance, didn't think so. He wondered where this monster, his Master, came from. The black mist seemed to be related to magic, but it was so powerful in close combat. How come you, the Caster class, are embarrassed to say you are Caster because you can't fight in close combat, right?

In response to this, Wang Chong said that the Israeli Boxing Champion, Avalon Sword Master, and Uruk Axe King think you are right.

"Alright, Mordred, run in this direction now! Try to hide your figure and escape. Someone will pick you up soon and tell you everything that will happen next." Wang Chong's voice came again from the black mist ring around Mordred.

Although Mordred still had no idea what his Master was up to, he still obediently followed Wang Chong's instructions and left the battlefield immediately.

"Wait, stop!" Joan of Arc was about to chase after him, but she saw that Wang Chong looked so weak that he could barely stand. Out of concern for Wang Chong, she came to Wang Chong first.

"What's going on? Why are you fighting with the Heroic Spirit again? And this power of yours..." Joan of Arc couldn't help but say.

"Don't ask so many questions now. I'll explain everything to you later. Don't you feel that another powerful guy has arrived here? Follow the previous plan and continue to pretend to be my Master. This is for you!"

"Eh? Is this a Command Seal?" Jeanne discovered that Wang Chong had actually drawn three Command Seals on her, causing a symbol that only a Master could see to appear on the back of her hand.

"The technique I learned from that old bug is finally coming in handy." Wang Chong didn't rely much on Command Seals to control his Heroic Servants; he had the more powerful Power of Destruction. Furthermore, he had accumulated four Command Seals from the system. Including the one he used to heal Mordred, even if he gave Jeanne three, he still had three Command Seals left.

However, Wang Chong had not yet removed the three strokes. This battle was a perfect opportunity to conceal his Master's identity, publicly defining himself as a Servant and Jeanne as the Master. Furthermore, this was witnessed by a certain enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Jin.

"clatter--"

Joan of Arc immediately turned her head and saw the figure standing on the telephone pole.

"I thought I could see two interesting guys fighting, a rare sight that would bring me some joy in this boring place. But what I ended up seeing was a fleeing cultivator and a miserable, smelly insect." The man standing on the telephone pole had an arrogant look on his face, a proud and contemptuous attitude, and the habit of saying "cultivator" that he couldn't change. Wang Chong knew who the guy was without even looking at him.

Jeanne frowned. She was just about to activate her class skill of True Name Discovery to examine the Servant who suddenly appeared, but Wang Chong suddenly blocked Jeanne behind him and shook his head slightly. He then gathered his black mist and began to quietly release the aura of his goddess's favor.

The Servant standing on the utility pole was none other than Gilgamesh, the oldest Fat Tiger King and a streetlight enthusiast. Also known as Gilgamesh, he was also known as the Golden Pikachu.

Gilgamesh's reason for appearing here was simple: he sensed two intriguing auras clashing. He knew the Holy Grail War hadn't even begun yet, but he hadn't expected someone to break the rules, not only by striking early, but also in broad daylight. This intrigued him about these two Servants.

Later, Gilgamesh noticed that a Caster-class Servant had constructed a magical barrier to conceal something, which made Gilgamesh even more curious. He wanted to see what tricks these fleas were playing in front of him.

After the magic barrier was withdrawn, when he felt the collision of the two people's Noble Phantasms, the dazzling silver light aroused Gilgamesh's interest. After all, he liked this kind of gorgeous Noble Phantasm very much.

However, when he arrived leisurely, it was obvious that the battle was over, and the gorgeous treasure he wanted to see had already escaped, which made Gilgamesh feel unhappy.

As for the inky black fog, Gilgamesh, to be honest, loathed it. At this stage in his life, he actually hated the very scent of death; it reminded him of something that had infuriated him.

However, sensing the divine aura emanating from the goddess's favor, Gilgamesh was rather amused. The power of the undead combined with the goddess's favor? Could this be a lover the goddess of the underworld had found somewhere? This was quite intriguing.

"Heh, you're quite interesting, I'll remember you." With that, Gilgamesh vanished in an instant. Since the after-show had concluded and there was nothing interesting to see, Gilgamesh naturally didn't bother to pay attention.

"Luckily, I managed to get rid of this guy after he found something interesting. Otherwise, it would have been really hard to deal with him if he really got serious." Wang Chong relaxed his muscles. Using the Goddess's Favor had been a gamble, a gamble on Jin Shanshan's subconscious inertia. What kind of strange reaction would the combination of near-undead power and the Goddess's Favor have?

Well, I'm protected by a certain lovely Elle-chan, so for her sake, let's just let this go. And it was obvious that even Gilgamesh, who had just experienced the death of Enkidu in his youth, hated the aura of death, but still had a good impression of Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld. So Gilgamesh gave this face, didn't care about the matter for the time being, and left.

Hmm? You ask what to do if Shanshan doesn't give you face?

Just fight! It's not like we can't win. What? Are you afraid of your brother (Enkidu) getting in the way?

Chapter 48: Joan of Arc was fooled

"Mr. Wang Chong, can you explain now?" After seeing the rather oppressive heroic spirit who claimed to be the king leave, Joan of Arc's tense nerves relaxed. She then looked at Wang Chong who was standing in front of her and asked.

"Well, let's explain it slowly on the way. The aura of the treasure just now was released, and I'm afraid that many people will rush here. Let's leave here first." Wang Chong pulled Jeanne and began to evacuate the place quickly.

Not long after, a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder streaked across the sky, and a rather panicked and tragic voice echoed from the sky: "Rider!! You idiot!! Don't drive so conspicuously! What if someone finds you!"

Then, a burly young man with a frightened look on his face rode towards them on a chariot. Unfortunately, they were destined to gain nothing.

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"So... this is the whole story of why you fought that Servant?"

At this moment, in a secluded room in a restaurant, Wang Chong and Jeanne were discussing the morning's events. Wang Chong had roughly disguised Mordred as an unknown Servant, and that he had attacked him because he sensed the faint aura of a Servant in him, believing him to be a weak target, and therefore intended to eliminate him first.

Wang Chong also explained that they were working with a Caster-class Servant, blocking the entire area in an attempt to eliminate him silently. Fortunately, the special properties of his black mist allowed him to bypass this barrier and guide Jeanne to him.

Indeed, Jeanne's presence here was primarily due to Wang Chong's guidance through the black fog. From the outset, Wang Chong had been performing this act for Jeanne's benefit. To eliminate his own suspicion and at the same time, to make Jeanne realize the gravity of this incident, that it was no longer something she could handle alone.

"Saber who attacked me, Caster who covered for her... plus Assassin from last night. It's like three riders working together." Wang Chong said in an inducing manner.

"There are actually three riders..." Joan of Arc frowned deeply.

"And this isn't the most important thing, Jeanne. I just discovered something during the battle. The Servant I summoned who gave me power...his class is Caster. Do you know what this means?" Then, Wang Chong dropped another piece of heavyweight news.

"Wait, if you are Caster, then what about the Servant who set up the magic barrier outside?" Jeanne obviously noticed this. There were actually two Casters, which was something that should not happen in the Holy Grail War.

"Either, that person is not a Servant, but the Master of that Saber, or he is of another class, but can use similar magical methods. For example, a Noble Phantasm or something like that." Wang Chong said.

"No, that is indeed a servant, I am not wrong. I hope it is the latter possibility..." Joan of Arc said with a deep frown.

"What if it's not? What if... there really are two Casters..."

"Then I understand why the Greater Holy Grail summoned me to judge the victory of the Holy Grail War and maintain its progress. The specifications of the Heroic Spirits this time have completely exceeded the standard of seven people. Someone has used special means to summon multiple Servants. This can be seen from the tacit understanding of these three Servants in dealing with Wang Chongjun. In this way, things are far beyond my control." Joan of Arc said with some seriousness.

"Someone wants to deliberately sabotage this Holy Grail War and... has summoned multiple Servants. I can't deal with so many Servants alone," said Jeanne d'Arc.

"So, let's cooperate, Jeanne," Wang Chong said. "I'm the only Master who has seen them and is still alive. They definitely don't want this to be known to the other Masters of the Holy Grail War. So they will definitely find a way to get rid of me. And you, you also know of their existence, and you are a stumbling block to their plans. We have the same stance. Therefore, the two of us must unite now."

"Just the two of us? Shouldn't we inform the other Masters about this and enlist their support?" Jeanne asked with some confusion.

"It's useless. Even if you reveal your identity as the Arbitrator and inform them of this situation, they have never experienced being attacked by an unknown Servant before, so they won't believe it. People are more willing to believe their own eyes than to hear from others. Moreover, these people are eager to win the Holy Grail War, but there can only be one winner. This means that these Masters are doomed to be impossible to cooperate with each other and may even stab each other in the back. This is human nature. You should be very clear about this, Lady Saint of France."

Wang Chong's words silenced Joan of Arc. As someone who had been backstabbed and betrayed, she was naturally aware of the ugliness of human nature.

"Of course, I don't have to be so confident. If there are suitable Masters, we will naturally recruit them. This requires you and me to screen them. I believe in our ability to judge people together. However, not now. We can't even tell which are normal Masters and which are abnormal. Announcing this news rashly will only alert the enemy and make them hide temporarily." Wang Chong explained.

Hearing this, Jeanne nodded and then asked, "Then why did you ask me to pretend to be the Master before? Logically, our identities should have been known to each other long ago, right?"

"This matter, first and foremost, concerns how we will present ourselves to the public if we collaborate in the future. Especially in front of normal Masters," Wang Chong said. "More importantly, you're right. Our identities are known to the other party, and only to the other party."

When Joan of Arc heard this, her eyes lit up as if she had grasped something, and she said, "You mean..."

"Normal Masters and Servants would think we are a group of Masters and Servants participating in the Holy Grail War. Only those who are hiding know our true identities. If multiple Servants attack you and me at the same time, especially those who use any means to kill you, a Master who looks weak, what kind of people do you think they are?" Wang Chong crossed his arms and placed them on his chest.

"I see. Wang Chong-jun is using this method to separate the Masters who normally participate in the Holy Grail War from those who are outliers." Jeanne nodded and said, "As expected of you, Wang Chong-jun. What I didn't expect is that you had just met that Saber and fought her, and you thought so much in such a short time."

"There's nothing I can do. I'm a Master participating in this Holy Grail War after all. If I don't use my brains, I'll die." Wang Chong shrugged.

"Hehe... But from what I see right now, Wang Chongjun has a pretty good chance of winning." Jeanne said with a smile.

"I'll take that as a token of my appreciation. However, given my current situation, can I still be considered a normal Master of the Holy Grail War? Perhaps I'm already considered an anomaly." Wang Chong's eyes rolled as he spoke frankly, "After we finish dealing with those guys, will Lady Jeanne d'Arc plan to attack me? After all, putting our personal friendship aside, I know that Lady Jeanne d'Arc is a very fair character."

"Then we have to confirm that you are indeed an outlier. However... your situation with a Master and a Servant together... let's talk about it after it is resolved. At least, I can guarantee your life safety, Wang Chongjun, and ensure that you get out safely. This is one of my few selfish desires. The Holy Grail should understand." Jeanne said with a smile.

"Then please give me your guidance, my Master." Wang Chong stretched out his hand and said.

"Well, please advise me... Uh, is the Servant's name also Wang Chongjun?"

"You can call me Caster, or you can call me the Ruined King. This is the title of the guy who gave me the power." Wang Chong said.

"The Ruined King? What a strange title... Is there such a Heroic Spirit?" Jeanne frowned. Neither in her memory nor in the knowledge bestowed by the Holy Grail had she heard of a Servant with such a title. Therefore, Jeanne could only temporarily memorize the name and see if she could later locate this Heroic Spirit and help Wang Chong resolve his current physical condition.

"Hehe, now Joan of Arc is bound to me. This wave, this wave is called a werewolf pretending to be a witch, and was even given golden water by a prophet who doesn't know how to play. With this highest status in the whole audience except for the prophet, this Holy Grail War will be even more interesting." Wang Chong looked at Joan of Arc, who had been fooled by him, smiled slightly, and began to look forward to it.

Chapter 49: Minor friction between servants

"Teacher, you're looking for me? Is my father here too?"

At the Tōsaka residence, Tōsaka Tokiomi and Kotomine Risho both wore gloomy expressions, and Kotomine Kirei almost couldn't hold back his expression. Fortunately, Kotomine Kirei had received more than half a month of professional training and would never smile unless he couldn't help it.

"Look, Kirei! This is the Heroic Spirit Battle incident that the Holy Church just handled in the suburbs." Tōsaka Tokiomi handed both the paper and the photo to Kotomine Kirei. Kotomine Kirei read as he heard his father, Kotomine Risho, say solemnly, "The Holy Grail War hasn't even begun yet, and yet someone is so ignorant of the rules, not only starting a war prematurely, but also doing it in broad daylight when so many people are watching. This is truly putting immense pressure on us, the Holy Church, to cover up this matter."

"Unruly and low-class guys appeared in the territory under our jurisdiction, and we failed to manage it well, so this kind of thing happened. If the Magic Association or the Holy Church headquarters knew about it, they would probably laugh at us." Kotomine Risei said with a little anger.

"Kirei, we can start planning ahead for tonight," Tōsaka Tokiomi said with a serious face.

"Tonight? But there are still seven days until the Holy Grail War." Kotomine Kirei was stunned, put down the information in his hand and asked.

"If we don't use this to deter those villains, they will become more and more aggressive in their territory. Too many unexpected things have happened. As the manager of Fuyuki, I will not allow such things to happen more frequently." Tōsaka Tokiomi said in a deep voice.

"But...what did the King of Heroes say?" After all, Tōsaka Tokiomi had discussed this matter with Gilgamesh before. Kotomine Kirei remembered that the guy was very unhappy after hearing it and scolded Tōsaka Tokiomi.