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Who do you think I am?

Rosser crossed his arms arrogantly.

He's a ruthless guy who didn't give up even after winning a golden opportunity; instead, he pushed himself to the limit.

Reinhard possesses hundreds of buffs in the original world, which can be increased at any time.

He has mastered more than a few hundred skills on his own; the mere shattering of his spirit foundation is nothing.

trivial.

suddenly.

"As expected of the three founding families, the Matou family actually has such a secret technique."

A voice that clearly belonged to the arrogant party came through.

Then, as expected, the classic tsundere with her signature twin tails entered from the courtyard gate and quickly walked up to me.

Her jet-black hair is of truly excellent quality, like silk.

"Does the Matou family in this world lack even the most basic manners?"

Noticing that the boy's gaze was fixed on her hair, Rin Tohsaka crossed her arms in annoyance.

Although she noticed the other person's gaze shift downwards, pause slightly, then look away with disdain, decisively settling on her legs...

Instantly, veins bulged on Rin Tohsaka's forehead.

As expected, no matter which world it is, people with the surname Matou are all so annoying.

Well, Sakura doesn't count.

"So, she is..."

Rosser looked at Tohsaka Shoko, who seemed to be his twin sister, and the Red A behind her, clapped his hands, and realized: "...a gift from the sender!"

He looked pleased: "You've grown up, Tohsaka. You even know to bring a gift when you visit someone's home now."

"Hey, who's the present?"

Rin Tohsaka roared.

Sure enough, she and the guy with the surname Matou just didn't get along at all.

(Actually, Rin is the real tsundere; her true nature is tsundere, not tsundere. She's just a neurotic who's all tsundere and no tsundere at all.)

"She is me from another world... um, maybe?"

Shoko Tohsaka was also somewhat uncertain.

"That's too far-fetched. Do you think I would believe such a thing?"

Rosser snorted.

Tohsaka Shoko glanced at Kurumi and the tea-serving Kurumi, then squinted at him.

Rother smiled at Rin Tohsaka, raising his chin: "I'll give you a chance to become my maid."

"Don't think about it!"

Rin Tohsaka scoffed.

"This is two hundred thousand US dollars."

Rosser tore open a check.

A salary of 200,000 US dollars a year?

The poor girl's heart fluttered, and she looked at Tohsaka Shoko.

"There's probably no one richer than him in all of Japan."

Tohsaka Shoko was also a little envious.

So why didn't you take me with you? Damn Matou, I'm your childhood friend too.

Even so... I absolutely will not agree.

Rin Tohsaka suppressed her excitement and turned her head away.

If I agree, I'll definitely lose my virginity, right?

"One week!"

Rosser said calmly.

"Master! Would you like tea or coffee?"

In the blink of an eye, Rin Tohsaka had already taken the tea from Kurumi Matou and asked with a standard maid-like smile.

It makes one wonder if this down-on-her-luck young lady has secretly trained in martial arts and is planning to work at a maid cafe to supplement her family's income.

Shoko Tohsaka even wondered if the story would develop into something like "The Tohsaka Family Affairs".

"As expected, it's Xiangzi, your counterpart."

Rosser tossed the check aside nonchalantly, sighing.

"No, no, I'm starting to have doubts."

Shoko Tohsaka's rant.

"Thank you, Master."

Rin Tohsaka decisively hid the check and smiled.

But my heart is filled with the chirping of crickets.

She's just a harmless clone of Shinji Matou; not only is she an excellent mage, but she'll also be able to summon Servants soon...

With her excellent Servants, she would definitely be even stronger.

"So that's how it is, it's actually another parallel world?"

Rosser nodded seriously, and was about to say something when Reinhardt anxiously shouted, "Mr. Matou, Mr. Lancelot's lower body is about to disappear!"

One minute later.

"Let me ask you something, Lancelot, you're not afraid of pain, are you?"

Rosser asked solemnly.

The melancholy knight chuckled and said seriously, "As a knight, your words are an insult to me, Rider's Master."

"That's good."

Rosser breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Although this secret technique of mine can not only stimulate potential and activate enormous life force, but also enhance combat power, it will indeed cause some pain. Can you accept it?"

Lancelot chuckled and said, "I'm quite confident in my ability to endure pain."

As he spoke, his expression darkened. Indeed, what pain could compare to the torment in his heart?

"Unleashing potential? Improving physical fitness?"

Rin Tohsaka, who was skilled in physical combat, was quite tempted upon hearing this: "Matou... Master, may I give it a try?"

"Of course!"

Lorther laughed as he slapped Lancelot on the top of his head.

"Wow, that's a bit too strong."

Lancelot frowned slightly.

Then, he felt something flow out.

He wiped it away; it was blood from his nose.

The others looked horrified as they saw Lancelot bleeding from all seven orifices, his skin oozing unevenly, as if countless worms were writhing beneath his skin.

At this time.

Lancelot's handsome face suddenly contorted, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, as if he were cosplaying Gilles de Rais, the Caster from World War IV.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"By the way, since it's about stimulating potential, your physical sensitivity has increased a little."

Rosser added, as if he had just remembered something.

Rin Tohsaka looked at the pitiful heroic spirits and asked in a trembling voice, "How many?"

"Not much, maybe four thousand times?"

Rother downplayed it, his tone somewhat uncertain.

"?"

Tohsaka was dumbfounded.

Four thousand times?

It will kill people.

"how?"

Rosser turned to look at Yimoduo: "Is the old man being given twelve thousand times the treatment?"

"It's 33,000 now, brother!"

Matou smiled sweetly.

As if in response.

Lancelot's spiritual body rapidly regenerated and healed, even the cracks in his spiritual core disappeared without a trace. But now that he was in better condition, he finally let out that piercing scream:

"Ouch! Ouch, it hurts! It hurts so much, Mommy... Mommy—!"

His handsome face was in so much pain that snot bubbles were coming out of his nose, and his limbs were twisting unnaturally, making him look terrible and completely ruining his image.

Seeing this, Rin Tohsaka took a step back and said in a trembling voice, "I think I don't need to. It's fine for me to train on my own."

These are heroic spirits! Even heroes of the past suffered like this; their pain must have been incredibly intense.

Indeed, there is no such thing as the strongest will, only outdated punishment techniques.

"Mommy~ Mommy~ Oh my god... Help... King... Save me... I can't take it anymore... I want... release..."

Lancelot was out of breath, his face already covered in snot and tears, which he had mixed together as he rolled on the ground.

"Eh, Your Majesty? You mean Saber?"

Rother pricked up his ears, nodded, and turned to ask, "Hey, what's Saber doing?"

"They must be eating cookies, right?"

The girl tilted her head and said.

"Alright, go and call her out. Her subordinates have something to say to her."

"OK, all right."

and many more.

As Lancelot endured the hellish torture, a bad premonition rose in his heart. He tremblingly reached out his hand, screaming inwardly.

Explain yourself, who exactly is this Saber you're talking about?

"Hey, didn't you know? The Saber group that appeared in the real world this time is the King of Knights."

Rin Tohsaka saw through his thoughts and looked on with envy: "It must be the king you served in your previous life, right? Damn it, I should have been the one to summon Saber. Thank goodness... there's a second set. I must summon Saber tonight."

Knight...wait, King Arthur? My King!

Lancelot screamed in agony, his eyes lifeless. He tremblingly reached out, trying to crawl towards the door.

Absolutely not.

At least not now.

He will undoubtedly face the king's punishment, but certainly not in this pathetic state.

In the king's eyes, his image should at least be one of knightly glory in death, not the disgraceful state he is in now. It would be better if he were dead.

So, where does this secret technique come from? From hell...?

at this time.