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Just now, just now, his companion was sucked in by that thing and collapsed into several pieces of human skin...

Fortunately, it wasn't a complete loss.

He found a strange worm that looked like a cow in the basement, and because he was so hungry, he swallowed it whole.

After that, he felt his body begin to strengthen significantly and his stamina increased considerably; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

A twisted purple light flashed in the black-clad Frenchman's eyes, the only white feature on his body, but he remained oblivious and continued to lie in wait...

.......

"The Holy Grail War, the Cauldron of Omnipotence?"

In a dilapidated manor.

An Indian-born British man was so excited that he was practically dancing on the spot.

Unexpectedly, this manor called Tohsaka House holds such a secret.

And this broken, mysterious magic circle must be the so-called heroic spirit summoning circle, right?

It's just strange, weren't there more than 300 people involved in the experiment?

Why are there only the three of them?

in the dark.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared intently at him.

......

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"You're not going to tell me that the entire city has turned into those monsters...?"

The summit of a mountain range.

A tall, blonde, mature woman wearing sunglasses looked down at the city below, where the commotion seemed to be a mass of ghosts unleashed, and murmured to herself.

She was very lucky; she landed directly at the foot of the mountain.

Sensing the chilling atmosphere all around her, she didn't hesitate and dashed into the woods before discovering the unknown things.

It wasn't until they entered the temple and encountered a monster that they realized what terrifying creature it was.

She is very careful about her skills and can easily win against ten opponents.

But that thing isn't human.

Small-caliber firearms can't penetrate it at all; it's so fast that it's hard to react; and the bone greatsword can even tear through steel.

If they were empty-handed, even ten of them wouldn't be enough to cut that thing down.

Fortunately, she had a row of grenades strapped to her waist when she went in, but even so, it still took three grenades to kill that thing.

And at this moment...

Looking at the city that had become completely "lively," the woman felt a chill run down her spine.

Hey, hey, hey, please don't tell me this thing is a human!

Although this city is not a megacity, it is still a port city with a population of several million.

Something worth millions?

The thought alone made her scalp tingle.

Let alone those few grenades she used, if they were to spread outside, the entire human world would likely face a challenge.

So what exactly is this place?

Different world?

pin row plane?

Who's playing this joke?

Anyway, it's definitely not a game about seeing ghosts.

Loading the revolver, the woman took a deep breath, no longer looking at the horrific scenes in the city, and turned to enter the temple.

At this point, all I can do is search for information and see if there's anything useful.

Damn it, if Gin hadn't gotten caught up in that horrible ghost story thirty years ago, this kind of thing wouldn't have been her responsibility as an intelligence agent.

Vermouth, whose real name was Lina Vineyard and formerly known as Chris Vineyard, thought fiercely to herself.

The temple is a typical example of Japanese style.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a spacious courtyard, and directly in front sits a majestic temple on a high platform.

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It doesn't appear to have been abandoned for very long, and the collapsed area looks more like it was caused by external force.

Explosives?

still.....

Vermouth didn't think much of it; she simply walked lighter and breathed more faintly.

Trying not to make any noise, I cautiously peered inside through the collapsed wall on the side.

There was nothing unusual; the silence was unsettling.

There were still signs of life in the other side room, with a black cloak hanging on one side, as if someone had just left.

She swallowed hard and, instead of going through the main entrance, carefully walked in from the collapsed area.

The mottled, yellowish-brown floor creaked, and on one side of the wall hung a petal-shaped candlestick with seven half-burnt candles.

She reached out with trembling hands to test it, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it was ice-cold.

Start searching for this room, which is clearly occupied by women.

They soon discovered the study, where a large book, half-open, sat on a solid wood desk.

She cautiously approached, and found it covered in a layer of dust, with tiny, closely spaced writing on it. She had lived for most of the past half-century.

It can be recognized as ancient Greek, describing various mysterious rituals, accompanied by illustrations and explanations.

It appears to be an analysis of a ritual known as the Holy Grail system.

And this Holy Grail system...

"The omnipotent cup that grants...all wishes?"

She almost cried out, her pupils shrinking to a tiny hole.

In reality, she wouldn't believe a word of it, but in this bizarre world...

"If the boss knew, he'd go crazy..."

Even she felt a strong longing welling up inside her.

If we can win the Holy Grail, then we can save "Cool Guy" (Conan) and "Angel" (Ran), right?

Perhaps even her seemingly worthless and meaningless life has some value...

suddenly.

"Who?"

She sensed something and suddenly turned around.

"so....."

A lazy voice came from behind: "Could you put that book down?"

Her body reacted even faster than she thought. She fired a shot in the direction of the sound before she could react, then picked up her book and rolled over to hide behind her desk.

At this moment, the voice finally called out, "Who is it?"

but.....

"That was really scary..."

A short-haired beauty emerged from beside the bullet hole in the doorframe, still emitting wisps of smoke, and tilted her head to look at the desk: "I clearly didn't mean any harm~"

"Well, if there's no ill intent..."

Vermouth slowly stood up, wearing the same nonchalant smile: "Can you leave here obediently?"

Upon seeing each other, their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously.

Oops.

They are stand-ins of the same type.

"Oh, I just wanted to take a look at that book~"

The short-haired beauty's smile faded.

She sensed it; the woman opposite her was also wearing many masks, though with some subtle differences.

"It's just an ordinary book. Shouldn't food and medicine be more important right now?"

Vermouth chuckled.

"Well, so you shouldn't have given me this worthless book? Just so you know, I'm pretty strong~"

The short-haired beauty, Yang Nai, smiled and said.

This is no joke.

After obtaining the martial arts manual of the late Ming Dynasty martial artist in the game, her fighting ability can be said to have skyrocketed.

He was a genius among geniuses, surpassing even those below the snow, and even creating a rift between them.

A month is enough time for a qualitative change to occur.

The fact that I dodged those three shots that came out of nowhere is proof of that.

She is very close to the level where the cicadas sense the autumn wind before it even blows.

Vermouth did not speak.

He carefully observed the woman in front of him.

She was probably nineteen or twenty years old, with exquisite and beautiful features and a dignified and elegant demeanor, clearly from a well-off family.

Her fingers were slender and long, showing no signs of exercise, yet they gave her an extremely dangerous stinging sensation.

Even though the two were separated by an entire room, it did not give her any sense of security.

It was as if the moment she made the slightest move, the other party could easily crush her head with those fair hands.

.....Martial arts master?

Vermouth sighed deeply, as if giving up: "To think there's a martial artist as young as you!"

Honestly, why doesn't this young lady attend tea parties? Why is she learning martial arts?

next moment.

She suddenly erupted, using a heavy book to protect her head, and fired three shots in quick succession.

American Iai.

One shot to the chest, two shots to the head—even the King of Hell would shake his head.

This swift gun-drawing technique can be compressed into less than 0.3 seconds, forcing even Yang Nai to temporarily avoid its edge.

but.....

“I’m telling you…”

He ducked the gun with a quick movement of his body, and with the powerful twist of his waist and spine, his tall frame shot out like a bolt of lightning.

Almost instantly, he traversed the ten-meter distance, unleashing a punch that tore through the air with a sharp, piercing explosion, arriving before Vermouth in a flash.

"hiss!"

Before she even arrived, Vermouth felt a sharp pain as if a knife was scraping her face; she could easily imagine that the punch would smash her head into her chest.

Of course, it will most likely be smashed to pieces like a rotten watermelon.