Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Thump—Iskander the Conqueror slapped him onto the bed.

“Rider—what are you doing!” he wailed.

"Fool! Even if the enemy is invincible, a king should still raise his sword!" His voice was incredibly deep as he questioned, "My Master, Waver Velvet, what is your purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War!?" "Purpose?" Waver shrank back, "I just wanted to prove myself to that arrogant teacher..." Iskandar, the Conqueror King, stood up and said proudly, "Very well, then you have already won!" "Why?" "Because your arrogant teacher, Lancer's Master, was eliminated before you!" "Oh, right!" Waver's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly realized that what Rider said made a lot of sense.

As a teacher, I was also a participant, and yet I was eliminated before my own students. Isn't that a disgrace?

He scratched his head and said, "Although you're a bit of an idiot, you can be quite comforting sometimes, Rider. How about we..." Before he could finish, the King of Conquerors stood up and roared in a powerful voice, "I challenge my fellow king to Caster!" "Eh—??? Rider! You're going to die!"

Chapter Thirty-Five: Curse of Blue! Big Brother! Boss!

Webber Velvet couldn't stop this guy at all.

He was tall and strong, and always talked to himself, calling himself a king. Every now and then, I would slap him to wake him up.

Even his current decision cannot be stopped by Weber.

"Rider, you'll die if you go like that!"

Weber quickly advised.

Iskandar turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Weber.

"Do you think we can win by staying here?" he questioned.

Upon hearing his words, Waver immediately deflated, slumped onto the bed, and whispered, "But, but... Rider, you must have your reasons for wanting to obtain the Holy Grail, you must have a wish that must be fulfilled. Isn't it painful to just admit defeat like this?" Thud—another slap landed heavily on Waver's back.

"Fool! How many times do I have to tell you, admitting your failures is an essential part of life!" Iskandar raised his head, seemingly lost in thought: "Even I, as a king, have not had it all. I must accept my failures with equanimity!"

He looked at Webber and said in a stern voice, "Idiot, your temperament still needs to be tempered. You should learn this from your teacher!" "That megalomaniac?" Webber muttered, shrinking back.

"A megalomaniac won't accept defeat so easily and slink away from the war. Webber Velvet, you should probably learn that from your teacher!"

Iskandar rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "As my subordinate, I'm really worried about what will become of you after I leave!" "Why are you worried about me?" Weber asked, puzzled.

"Fool, isn't it only natural for a king to worry about his subjects!" Speaking of which, Waver, as a Master, has a completely different way of getting along with his Servants compared to his teacher Kenneth.

After a lecture, Waver seemed to understand the determination of his servant Iskandar.

He murmured, "Rider, what about your wish?" Although all he ever wanted to do was prove himself.

But after spending so much time with Rider, I still think he's a clumsy idiot who slaps people all the time.

But every participant has their own wishes.

Iskandar, the Conqueror of Heroes, what is his wish? "Hahahaha!" Iskandar suddenly laughed, his laughter wild and unrestrained.

"As a Heroic Spirit descending upon the world, my wish..." His voice suddenly became soft and low as he murmured, "Since I can no longer reach the end of that world, that sea..." "To be able to appear in the world again as a Heroic Spirit and conquer and compete with the heroes of history is also my wish!" Waver stared at him blankly.

In my memory, Rider was always unrestrained and declared that he would conquer the world again, and even once set the current president of the United States as his opponent.

but.

Never before had he seen Rider's morale so low.

But never before had he exuded such a powerful aura of royalty.

Only now has the image of that unrestrained and rough-around-the-edges man in his mind slowly faded away.

A true king has emerged.

"Rider, I'm willing to grant your wish!"

Weber said seriously.

He jumped up from the bed, shouting excitedly, "Rider, let's challenge the enemy!" With a thud, Iskandar's broad hand slapped him on the shoulder again, praising, "Very good! Waver Velvet! That's more like it!" Waver slumped down, complaining, "Rider, why this time?" "Hahaha!" Iskandar scratched his head sheepishly, "This time it's the king's approval, approval!"... Street corner, comic book store.

Zhou Lan had come to terms with the Holy Lord.

If your child likes reading comics, then let them read them.

The Holy Grail War has reached its midpoint, and there are only a few days left before the game ends.

After it was all over, the Holy Lord would temporarily return to the statue where all the power had dissipated.

Then there won't be anywhere to watch it.

"Have you chosen your next target?" Zhou Lan asked casually.

The Holy Lord leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table, looking relaxed and at ease.

Hearing this, he looked up and smiled slightly: "Of course, my brother!"

So far, Archer, Lancer, and Assassin have all been eliminated by them.

The remaining followers, excluding the Holy Lord himself, are undoubtedly only three.

The situation is very clear.

It's just a routine task of clearing out daily tasks.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Lan's eyes. She tentatively asked, "Holy Lord, you wouldn't be so leisurely because you're afraid of killing too quickly and having to return hastily, would you?" Hearing Zhou Lan's words, the Holy Lord immediately put down the comic book and hurriedly said, "No way!" "Looks like I guessed right!"

Zhou Lan shrugged.

"What, don't you want to go back?" Zhou Lan asked with a smile.

Shendu snorted and said, "My current true form is in a dark underground palace somewhere in Asia. The twelve powers were taken away by Jackie Chan, and I have turned back into a statue..." "If it were you, would you want to go back?" Zhou Lan nodded in deep agreement. From the last time he left Jackie Chan Adventures, he had witnessed Shendu being hit by the sealing curse.

"However, I must thank you, my brother, for bringing my soul into this new world, even if only for seven days!"

The Holy Lord seemed to have accepted the fact that he would return to the seal in a few days.

Zhou Lan tapped her fingers lightly on the table and said calmly, "What if I said I had a way to save you, to save our brothers and sisters?" Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord immediately stood up, his gaze burning.

He knew that Zhou Lan was powerful and had the ability to travel between worlds. Moreover, the other party inadvertently revealed that he could return to his original world.

But when it comes to having a solution, that's a completely different matter.

"Tell me about it!" The Holy Lord immediately perked up.

"Hmm?" Zhou Lan hummed softly, her tone subtle.

The Holy Lord chuckled, scratched his head, and then said sincerely, "The elder of my eight brothers and sisters, Zhou Lan!" "Big Brother!" "Elder!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Self-Redemption of the Weak

Kariya Matou was a tragic figure.

Zhou Lan's impression of him wasn't bad.

As Berserker's Master, his magical power is not up to par, and he was only able to participate in the Holy Grail War by forcibly boosting it with the help of the Crest Worms.

But Zhou Lan didn't exactly feel sorry for him.

Everyone knows that this is a cruel and realistic world, whether it's low magic, medium magic, or even high magic, or even the ordinary world of Zhou Lan's previous life.

Weakness is itself a kind of original sin.

In particular, a person's weakness is caused by their indulgence and inaction.

For the weak to have any vision for the world is itself a pitiful expectation.

This conclusion is not based on Zhou Lan's status as a Moon Demon and her powerful abilities.

He never considered himself particularly powerful, and his belief that the strong could punish everything was also a fallacy.

Because there will always be someone stronger than you in this world.

It's as if even he has opponents he can't defeat.

He admired the chivalry and kingly spirit of Diarmuid and Iskandar.

People with a steadfast inner self are different.

Like Zhou Lan, who was sealed by an immortal god millions of years ago, he finally found an opportunity to return to his peak, but he was still just one step off and almost fell into hell, nearly repeating the same mistake.

He Xiangu's unexpected appearance almost ruined his efforts.

Although he eventually left Jackie Chan Adventures, was that a failure? Absolutely.

Zhou Lan never hides her shortcomings.

Just like the Holy Lord, he is both a king and a demon.

Compared to ordinary people, he was incomprehensibly powerful, but even so, he was still dethroned by Lü Dongbin, had his power dissipated by Lopez, and was stopped and killed by Jackie Chan.

But, just as Zhou Lan thought, the devil possessed the heart of a devil.

You can lose.

But we will not give up.

Accepting failure is a required course for demons, but not succumbing to failure is the ultimate core of demons.

As villains, they often have to bear more burdens than the protagonists.

This world has never been associated with the concept of fairness.

Justice may fail countless times, but the consequences of even one failure by the villains are often immeasurable.

Hell is a living example.

Zhou Lan slowly shifted her gaze, pulled herself out of her thoughts, looked at Matou Kariya sitting blankly in front of her, and said in a low voice, "I'm very surprised that you came to find me!"

"An unexpected turn of events? Didn't Tokiomi Tohsaka already come here once? Heh!"

Matou Kariya covered his body with his hands, grimacing as he spoke.

The drawback of forcibly increasing magic power by relying on the Crest Worm is that he has to endure pain almost constantly, while accepting his limited lifespan.

Zhou Lan could easily sense the insects moving inside his body, and the path of the magic flow was very clear.

His face contorted in rage, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure.

This was a necessary respect that he had reminded himself of before facing Zhou Lan.

He endured the pain and said in a deep voice, "I am willing to give up this Holy Grail War!"

The moment he spoke, Zhou Lan almost guessed his purpose, but she still just waited quietly for him to continue.

"But in exchange, I hope you can give me some help!"

as predicted.

Zhou Lan said calmly, "Let me guess, you witnessed my power with your own eyes, which gave you hope, so you want to use me to save the girl who is suffering from the insects drilling in the insect cave under the Matou family?" As soon as she finished speaking, Matou Kariya trembled.

His pupils trembled uncontrollably as he stared blankly at Zhou Lan.

It seemed that he had no secrets from this being.

This gave him a chilling feeling.

"Ah, you guessed it!"

Kariya Matou chuckled dryly, "Now I believe you have truly reached the ultimate truth that all magicians yearn for!"

Zhou Lan waved her hand gently and said, "Compliments mean absolutely nothing to me!"

“From the very beginning, I have only had one purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War: to save that child…” Matou Kariya said with a bitter smile.

His beloved woman, Aoi, married Tokiomi Tohsaka and bore him two daughters.

Rin Tohsaka and Sakura Tohsaka.

However, Matou Kariya used to be an unreliable guy who hated the family's dark magic and chose to run away from home, making him completely unqualified as the heir.

With no hope of a successor for the Matou family, and coincidentally, the Tohsaka family also followed the tradition of only passing on the manga to one person, a child was adopted from the Tohsaka family. This child was Matou Sakura.

Now, he has been thrown into an underground insect warehouse by Zouken Matou, the head of the Matou family and father of Kariya Matou, to endure the torment of insects and undergo body modification to adapt to the water-attribute magic of the Matou family.

“That child has never done anything wrong, she shouldn’t be like this…” “She used to smile at me, but ever since she entered the Insect Cave, she has changed completely, as if she has lost her soul, and her eyes have lost their color…” Matou Kariya murmured painfully.

Zhou Lan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression neither sad nor happy, and said, "You can do it yourself. You have Berserker, don't you?" If it were him, that old guy Matou Zouken wouldn't have survived the next second the moment he summoned Berserker.

For ordinary people and magicians, Berserker is incredibly powerful, so powerful that he could potentially wipe out an entire race overnight.

"You seem to lack the courage to rebel against your father!"

Zhou Lan said.

"No, that's not how it is!" Matou Kariya said urgently, "That child's entire body has been modified by Crest Worms. Even if I save her, I won't be able to solve her physical problems!"