Manager, give me a membership card too!

"Rorschach...sir?"

Upon hearing that it was someone Matou Kariya knew, Matou Sakura's fear gradually subsided. She gently raised her small head and cast her inorganic gaze upon the newcomer.

Looking at the small, doll-like figure before him, Luo Xia couldn't help but feel a surge of pity and heartache. He had known before that the little girl's fate was difficult and her future experiences would be pitiful. But knowing was one thing; seeing it with his own eyes brought a completely different feeling.

Especially the sudden swelling on the other person's pale cheek, and the fear that couldn't be hidden beneath their cold eyes, ignited a surge of anger in Luo Xia's heart. Those who abuse children deserve to die! Especially those who abuse young girls, they deserve to be torn to pieces! That old bastard Matou Zouken deserves to die a thousand deaths! A thousand deaths!

Luo Xia raised his hand and gently placed it on Xiao Ying's head, which had begun to tremble again because of his approach. He gently stroked the fluffy, soft little head, and a bright smile bloomed on Luo Xia's face.

"I've come to save you, little one."

My hands feel so warm.

It's different. It's not like Grandpa's hand, and it's not like Uncle Yanye's hand either. This feeling is just like my father before me... gentle, tolerant, always protecting me. Unfortunately, my father broke his promise. Will this person before me also break their promise?

No! No, I don't want to experience that again. Matou Sakura stretched out her hand, which was slightly injured from the fall, and gently grasped Rorschach's hand, which was trying to pull away, and placed it back on her little head.

"Lord Rorschach... if you like it, you can... keep going... but please... never again..."

Sakura Matou's calm voice faltered halfway through her sentence, a choked sob touching a soft spot in Luo Xia's heart once more, a feeling and emotion difficult to describe. In his world, such a child should have been the most delicate flower, the most precious treasure in her parents' eyes.

If Rorschach had a daughter as adorable as Sakura, he would surely cherish her like a precious jewel, afraid she would melt in his mouth or fall from his hands, showering that obedient child with all his love.

Whenever he thought of this, the thought would rise in Luo Xia's mind: 'It's all the timing's fault!'

Even though many in later generations have tried to exonerate him, claiming he was simply a father who cared about Sakura, hoping both his daughters could inherit the magic path and that Sakura would receive the protection of the Matou family, preventing outsiders from coveting her precious talent, the reason for Matou Sakura's tragic fate remains singular...

She was pushed into the fire by her own father!

If Tokiomi Tohsaka knew the truth about the Matou clan's magic, then he would be a truly 'qualified' magician. Rorschach wouldn't say much, because this was simply how a true magician 'loved' his daughter. He simply wouldn't stop Kariya Matou if he wanted revenge.

If Tokiomi Tohsaka was unaware of the truth about the Matou clan's magic and was deceived, then he is even more unforgivable, because it was this father's negligence that led to his daughter's tragic fate for the next ten years. More than three thousand sleepless nights—what kind of torment must that have been for a woman?

Luo Xia, who was stroking Sakura's head, looked up and exchanged a knowing glance with Matou Kariya across from him. In that moment, these two men, who weren't exactly close, reached a silent understanding.

It's all Tokiomi Tosaka's fault!

"Grandpa, no!"

A hurried, childish voice suddenly rang out, and at the same moment, Luo Xia felt a murderous intent coming from behind. Slightly annoyed that the old bug had interrupted his head-patting pleasure, Luo Xia reluctantly withdrew his hand from Sakura's head and turned around with a sullen expression to look at Matou Zouken, whom he had previously neglected. As for the attack Zouken had unleashed to ambush him? It was naturally pulverized with a single, effortless punch.

Previously, he was only worried that Matou Sakura had been parasitized by the mother insect, and feared that killing Matou Zouken rashly would harm the poor child. Now, after his personal (systematic) examination, although Matou Sakura's body still bore many traces of physical modification, there was nothing strange or unusual about it.

Without the restraint of the mother insect's parasitism, Matou Zouken still dares to provoke me. He really doesn't know how many ways there are to write the word "death"!

"Cough cough cough, Yan Ye, you piece of trash, how dare you betray me! You even conspired with outsiders to kill me? Have you forgotten whose blood flows in your veins? You've forgotten your ancestors! You've forgotten your ancestors!!"

As Kariya Matou felt the Crest Worms suddenly activating on his body, his knees nearly buckled and he collapsed to the ground. But he held on at the last moment, stubbornly standing his ground instead of giving in as before. He glared defiantly at the monster who called him his father, his eyes devoid of any affection, filled only with endless hatred and rage.

"You are not my father at all, Zouken! You monster who has possessed another's body! My father died long ago, killed by your own hands. You have no right to accuse me! My brother has told you the whole truth, your filthy secrets that no one knows! You old worm who has lived for who knows how many years! I wish I could kill you with my own hands!"

Kariya Matou's face was contorted with almost grotesque pleasure; he could finally reveal the secret he had kept buried in his heart for so many years. Heaven knows how long he had concealed this truth, and how many sleepless nights he had spent in fear.

Seeing Matou Kariya, who stubbornly refused to collapse despite the excruciating pain, Luo Xia's eyes revealed undisguised admiration. That's it, that's it! Only someone with this kind of spirit is the perfect target for his contract. Giving the membership card to Matou Kariya was the right decision. And now, it's time for him to fulfill his promise.

"Zoken Matou, oh no, perhaps I should call you Machiri Zorgne. One of the three starter families in the Holy Grail War, the creator of the Command Seals system. With such achievements, you probably wouldn't have any regrets even if you died right here."

"Who exactly are you? With such power, you shouldn't be some nobody. Could it be that you are a heroic spirit summoned prematurely by that rebellious son, Kariya?!"

"That's enough of the usual nonsense. Are you ready to die, you old bug?"

Ignoring Zouken Matou's question, Luo Xia had already covered a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of him almost the instant the voice fell.

Hercules' power, activate! Unlimited power is bestowed upon this body!

One punch!

In the next chapter of this two-in-one series, I'm going to beat up the old bug! I've wanted to do this for a long time, for a whole chapter!

Chapter Five: The Divine Sword Herpal

Chapter Five: The Divine Sword Herpal

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! That monster! That monster could never be human! With such a terrifying body, my magic is completely useless."

Could it really be a Heroic Spirit? But I clearly never taught that rebellious son any real spells or rituals. Where did he learn them from?

In a dark corner of the Matou residence, countless disgusting and twisted ugly insects suddenly emerged, emitting a shrill, piercing chirping sound, and gradually coalesced into a blurry, pitch-black human figure.

However, before these disgusting insects could fully form a human shape, a giant hand, as if cast in gold and iron, emerged from the wall beside them, grabbed the human shape by the neck, and forcibly pulled it back to the other side of the wall, bringing with it countless broken bricks and dirt.

"Where are you going, Matou Zouken?"

Its strong palms were as hard as metal, and no matter how the dark figure struggled and fought back, it showed no intention of letting go.

"Stop! Please stop! This powerful Heroic Spirit, cease your attack! I am Machiri Zolgen, a magician who has lived for hundreds of years! Do you desire the Holy Grail? Cooperating with me will increase our chances of victory in the Holy Grail War..."

The dark, humanoid hands gripped the strong, large hand binding its neck, struggling to say something to buy its life. Unfortunately, the owner of the large hand had no intention of letting it go and had even prepared countless tricks to loosen the old man's muscles.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

The powerful arms unleashed terrifying force, causing the dark humanoid figure to float in mid-air like a tattered rag before slamming it heavily onto the solid ground with such force that the sturdy surface cracked open with countless spiderweb-like patterns.

"What's the point of stealing that dirty, broken cup?"

'boom! '

"Wouldn't it be better to spend this free time shopping with your young daughter?"

'boom! '

"What Holy Grail War?!"

'boom! '

"They're just bored and have nothing better to do!"

'boom! '

"How could you hurt such a cute child like Sakura?!"

'boom! '

"Why don't you just die, you old codger! Hey?"

As Luo Xia vented his anger, his hands suddenly went empty. Looking back, he realized that Matou Zouken's 'body' had already been 'splattered' everywhere during the previous 'Luo Xia's Heavenly Rebellion'. Now, only a lone neck and an ugly head remained in his hands.

Disdainfully tossing away the head, which had long since lost its soul's energy, Luo Xia narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings with a scrutinizing gaze. The system interface refreshed repeatedly before his eyes, displaying a complete list of everyone eligible to receive a membership card. This unconventional reconnaissance ensured that Luo Xia could always locate the old bug again after it abandoned its physical body.

If you can't kill them once, kill them ten times! If you can't kill them ten times, kill them a hundred times! Until all the insects in this filthy building are wiped out, no matter how miraculous the secret techniques Matou Zouken possesses, he will not be able to escape his fate of destruction!

"Found you, old bug. So you've hidden in your lair this time? Trying to defeat me with your pre-arranged magical array? Useless old man, this body has evolved into a demigod's form. Mere mortal magic can't harm me!"

Luo Xia lowered his head, and the bright red characters "Matou Zouken" appeared clearly at his feet. That was the location of the Matou family's basement, and also the location of the insect storage that had tormented Sakura for so long.

His powerful body rose high, his raised arm taut like a bow and arrow. The experience gained from Hercules's countless years of combat skills guided Rorschach's body, allowing him to unleash an attack powerful enough to shake the earth!

The terrifying force caused the entire Matou mansion to tremble as if it had been struck by an earthquake, and the ground where Rorschach was standing had already crumbled and collapsed, causing him to fall into the basement on the next lower level.

'Splash~'

His feet firmly touched the ground, and the surrounding dust dissipated. What appeared before Rorschach were several twisted, giant 'creatures' and Zouken Matou's long, ugly face.

"This unknown gentleman, if you have come for the Holy Grail, then my Matou family's decision to withdraw from this Holy Grail War will not be an obstacle for you."

I see you seem to really like Sakura, so if you'll spare my life, I'll arrange to give that little girl to you. She's a child with the excellent bloodline of the Tohsaka family, a perfect mother. After my modifications, she'll be an absolutely exquisite woman.

Such a perfect woman, still a virgin, only needs two years of nurturing; she will absolutely give birth to an offspring to continue your excellent bloodline.

Zouken Matou's expression changed from its previous coldness and cruelty; his voice was now filled with obsequiousness. After all, for someone who had clung to life for hundreds of years, staying alive was the most important thing.

Dignity? Face? What are those things worth? They're all gone when a person dies! He still has goals to achieve, ideals to realize, therefore, he absolutely cannot die, absolutely!

Unfortunately, although Zouken Matou made a rare concession by setting aside his pride, Rorschach on the other side showed no intention of stopping.

"Are you done talking, you old bug? If you're done, then prepare to die!"

Luo Xia stomped his feet heavily on the ground, channeling his unparalleled strength into his legs. As he stomped, he created a noticeable dent in the ground and charged towards Matou Zouken, who was not far away, like a bolt of lightning.

"Damn it, he won't listen to reason, does he really think my Machiri clan, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is made of clay? Go, kill him, and then bring Matou Kariya and Sakura back to me."

Facing the rapidly approaching Rorschach, Zouken Matou abandoned his previous subservience. The place he stood was his magic workshop, which he had run for hundreds of years. Over the long years, even he himself didn't know how many magic arrays and traps he had set up here. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that unless the approaching enemy was a highly resistant one of the Three Knights Heroic Spirits, he was confident he could leave them here as food for the Crest Worms.

That's right! That's exactly it! That's...that's it?

Watching Rorschach charge headlong into the road, completely ignoring the magical traps along the way, Zouken Matou unconsciously swallowed the saliva in his parched throat and took a barely perceptible step back, hoping that the twisted beasts around him could provide him with a sense of security.

However, things often go in the opposite direction of what one hopes for. For example, Rorschach has now killed almost all of the twisted behemoths. These giant insects, meticulously raised and modified by Zouken Matou, each capable of rivaling a skilled magician, couldn't even slow down the opponent, nor did they show any noticeable decrease in speed.

With a swift punch, he pierced the head of the last twisted behemoth, then casually flicked his arm to wipe away the blood. He then leisurely approached the lone Zouken Matou, looking down at the man who had once intended to save the world, his transformed height now significantly taller than Zouken's.

"Have you thought about your last words, Machiri Zorgen?"

"Dying words? Indeed, I never thought I would end up like this. After struggling to live for hundreds of years, am I still destined for this fate?"

Zouken Matou lowered his head in disappointment, looking extremely frustrated and dejected. However, Rorschach had no intention of letting him off the hook. Perhaps Machiri Zorgen had indeed dedicated himself to saving the world and helped many people in his early years, but that could not cover up his subsequent series of heinous acts.

His behavior was among the worst, even among non-human magicians.

"I wonder if you could help me pass on a message to Yan Ye as my final advice as a father."

Zouken Matou lowered his head slightly as he spoke, constantly stroking the wooden cane in his hand, making it unclear what he was thinking.

"Say!"

"Please tell him for me..." Zouken Matou's hand tightened, the cane he gripped so tightly that it cracked with wood chips. "You fool, there can be no hesitation or wavering before the enemy is completely killed!"

He suddenly raised his right hand, which was tightly gripping his cane, and with a speed that his decaying and old appearance could never have achieved, he fiercely thrust out the weapon he had prepared!

"This is a divine weapon passed down through generations of my Zorgen clan! It is the legendary weapon used by my great ancestor Perseus to slay the Gorgon! No one who is pierced by this sword, not even a heroic spirit, will survive! Feel the wrath of the age of gods, you bastard!"

At that moment, Zouken Matou unleashed a terrifying power that drew attention. His speed was incredible, and the cane he gripped struck Rorschach's chest almost instantly. The immense force shattered the cane into countless splinters, revealing the divine weapon that had been hidden within it.

It was a strange weapon shaped like a scythe, emanating an indescribable aura of terror. It was beyond the reach of modern weapons; it was a legendary weapon forged only by the gods in a more ancient, powerful, and mysterious era. Stories about it had been passed down for thousands of years, and the enduring tales had imbued it with endless fantasy, making the already formidable weapon even more powerful.

Looking at the sharp hilt of the sword that easily pierced through his powerful body, tearing through muscles and bones without any resistance, and finally shattering his heart, Luo Xia's face showed no panic, but was instead filled with a strange smile.

This eerie smile startled Zouken Matou, who thought he had victory in his grasp, and a sense of impending doom enveloped his soul.

"The sickle-shaped sword Herpal, a legendary weapon borrowed by the great Greek hero Perseus from Hermes. It possesses not only powerful attack capabilities but also the ability to nullify immortality. This thing is a true weapon created by the gods."

"You...how did you know! No, that's not right! Why aren't you dead!"

Looking at Rorschach, who was still full of life and showed no signs of abnormality even after his heart was pierced, Zouken Matou's face showed a genuine fear for the first time. It was an instinctive fear of something he did not understand, an innate instinct of all life in the world.

"What, is it strange that I know your secret that you've been hiding for hundreds of years? Do you think I would recklessly barge into a magician's territory that has been run for hundreds of years without thoroughly investigating your background?"

"You're the one who was truly careless, Zouken Matou! What I want has never been your life, you old insect, but the sacred weapon passed down through generations of the Matou family, the divine sword Hepar!"

Rorschach's face broke into a terrifyingly 'kind' smile. He reached out and grasped Zouken Matou's right hand, which was holding a sword, and broke off his fingers one by one. He then personally picked up one of the few remaining treasures in the world, the divine sword Herpal!

"No, you can't! That's mine! You can't take it away!"

"Your things? No, this will be Sakura's dowry from now on. You, her grandfather, have tormented her for so long, it's too easy for you to get away with it without paying any price."

With all five fingers of his right hand severed, Matou looked like a dead dog as Rorschach gripped his head tightly. Even in such a dangerous situation, he still tried to reach out with his other hand to take back the divine sword Herpal that Rorschach had taken from him.

"Spare me! Spare me! Please! Please! I can't die, I can't die!"

Zouken Matou pleaded, even wept; at that moment, he was completely unrecognizable as a powerful magician who had ruled a magic-based family for hundreds of years. His pitiful appearance might have softened the heart of someone unaware of his past, leading them to spare the old man. But Rorschach wouldn't!

"When Matou Sakura begged you, did you let her go?"

Zouken Matou's voice faltered, and his volume also decreased significantly.

"When Matou Kariya begged you, did you let him go?"

Zouken Matou's voice became even softer, but his eyes were no longer weak and pitiful as before; instead, they were filled with anger and hatred.

"When you nurtured countless members of the Matou family into breeding grounds, devoured their flesh and blood, and possessed their bodies, did you ever spare them?"

Upon hearing this, Zouken Matou stopped being silent and looked at Rorschach with a strange expression, as if Rorschach was the real freak and Zouken Matou was a normal person.

"They inherit my bloodline, receive my protection, enjoy the wealth and luxury I have accumulated over the centuries, and live a comfortable life that others can only dream of. What's wrong with paying a little price for this?"

"As the head of the Matou clan, this family has only survived to this day thanks to my efforts. What's wrong with me charging these good-for-nothings a little interest? Most mage families in this world do the same! Why don't you attack them instead of bothering a lonely old man like me? Are you taking advantage of the Matou clan's lack of manpower?"

"As expected, whether in this world or that world, I can't understand the logic of you magicians. In the end, is the truly abnormal one actually me?"

Luo Xia murmured, but his hands did not stop. He raised his arm high, his strong body like a bowstring ready to be released, pulling Matou Zouken, whose head he was holding, into the air.

"You bastard, what are you trying to do?!"

"Shut up, or you'll bite your tongue."

The strong giant pulled the old man's tattered body high into the air, and then he fell to the ground.