Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael, walking down the road, withdrew his gaze and shook his head inwardly.

Unfortunately, everything here will soon change.

"too difficult……"

Just as Samael paused, lost in thought, a mournful cry, with a familiar tone, came from a roadside ice cream shop.

"This question is too difficult..."

Gu She subconsciously turned his head and saw a high school girl with a single ponytail, wearing a white knit sweater, lying on the table, biting her pen with a worried expression, looking at the open exercise book in front of her with a resentful look.

After racking her brains for a while, the high school girl, still puzzled, gulped down a mouthful of iced coffee, forced herself to stay awake, and silently prayed.

Lord, please grant me the wisdom to solve this problem. If I keep putting it off, I won't be able to finish my homework for the start of the new semester.

"Let me barely..."

At the same time, a familiar, teasing voice rang out from beside my ear.

Joan of Arc looked up in surprise and was startled to see a face that had always haunted her mind.

"I thought it was some kind of century-old problem, and this is it?"

Just as the saintess was in a daze, Samael, who had already come to the table and sat down casually, picked up the exercise book on the table, glanced at it, and then looked at Joan of Arc with a hint of disdain.

Joan of Arc was 16 years old and had just entered high school. The basic math problems in high school were nothing more than introductory topics such as sets, probability, elementary functions, and solid geometry. Although Samael's math skills in his previous life were not great, he was still more than capable of easily defeating Joan of Arc.

With that strange gaze

When the shock hit her, Joan of Arc was deeply embarrassed. Her fair cheeks flushed red, and an indescribable sense of shame welled up inside her, causing her to vent her emotions uncontrollably.

"Give me!"

However, Samael, who had anticipated this, turned his back and easily dodged the saintess's snatching. He then curled his lips and spoke in a very seductive manner.

"Want to know how to solve it? I can teach you."

Trying to seduce me? I'm a person of faith!

The saintess's face was stern, and she appeared steadfast and unyielding.

ten minutes later.

"What about this question?"

"Let's be flexible! Didn't I just write down the formula for the volume of a cylinder for you?"

"But it's missing a piece..."

"Then look at the part that was dug out at the bottom, doesn't it look like a cone, sis? Can't you subtract the volume from the volume of a cylinder?"

"The formula for the volume of a cone..."

"..."

Samael's face froze, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and his trembling hand wrote out the formula on the paper. He then tossed it expressionlessly to the academically challenged student beside him, silently criticizing him.

So you didn't learn anything during the teacher's class?

As the familiar feeling of contempt washed over her, Joan of Arc blushed, lowered her head, and silently began to scribble calculations on her manuscript paper.

It seems that although you're in high school, your math skills are still at the junior high level.

After a few practice problems, Samael realized the true level of this saintess, so he had to lower the difficulty and break down the problems as simply as possible, while also brushing up on Joan of Arc's current high school math knowledge.

Under the devil's tutelage, the saint nodded like a chick pecking at rice, trying again and again to overcome the difficulties in the practice questions. In any case, as a student, at least her attitude was correct.

With the guidance of a renowned teacher, the academically challenged saintess's speed in completing tasks and her accuracy in answering questions improved significantly. She flipped through the workbook page by page and soon completed nearly half of the work.

However, before the two could press on and completely end this war without gunpowder, they were met with the shop owner wryly rubbing his hands.

"Gentlemen, we're closing up shop."

Upon hearing this, the two students inside, who were doing their homework, looked up at the dark night outside the door.

Before we knew it, it was already evening.

Samael and Joan of Arc, as if waking from a dream, awkwardly got up, paid the bill, and quickly fled the ice cream shop.

In front of the door, under the dim yellow streetlights.

The ancient serpent, who liked things to be finished, glanced at the nearly half-finished workbook in Jeanne's arms, shook his head, and muttered irritably.

“Your learning progress and ability are far behind your partner’s. Under my guidance, she has successfully entered the University of Paris and obtained her degree.”

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc stiffened slightly, and a wave of shame washed over her.

The person this guy is talking about must be his other half.

A dragon witch who abandoned the light and fell into darkness.

Despite coming from the same source, their achievements are vastly different.

Jeanne Alter, who is denounced as a witch, graduated from a prestigious university. She is an alumna and senior of a large number of Nobel laureates, including Gabriel Lippmann and Marie Curie. She is also a friend of Marie Antoinette. Currently, she works in the Dark Council as a senior officer, enjoying generous benefits such as full social security, housing fund, and annual leave.

Bai Zhen, who calls herself a saint, is currently at the bottom of her class at an unknown high school. She is unemployed and has zero income. Even the money she spent to maintain order in the Holy Grail War in Tulipas was paid out of her own pocket. When she ran out of money on the way, she had to hitchhike. Even the church that posthumously conferred her the title of saint was only forced to overturn the verdict due to overwhelming public opinion. Otherwise, this saint would probably not even have a formal position by now.

As the saying goes, comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away.

Under the devil's seductive and contemptuous narration, even Joan of Arc, with her calm mind, couldn't help but grab her workbook and flee in a sorry state.

Under the dim streetlights, the ancient snake watched the saintess flee in terror, a pleased smile spreading across its lips, a hint of mischief in its eyes.

Okay, most of the above is true, but there's one thing he didn't mention:

Jeanne Alter was able to get into the prestigious university not because of her high test scores, but because of her donation of several buildings to the university.

Although she got in through the exam, no matter how high her score was, she could still get in.

There's no way around it; learning really does depend on talent.

There's always someone stronger than you, and the lower limit is always lower than the lower limit.

Although Jeanne Alter's grades on the admission list weren't too bad, they certainly weren't good either.

After all, the powerful genes are there for all to see.

Watching the distraught saintess disappear into the night in a few quick steps, Samael lazily stretched, rose from the lamppost he had been leaning against, and strolled leisurely toward the edge of the town.

After such a long delay, it's time to go and meet that business partner.

As we strolled along, passing through lush green groves, the babbling of water echoed in our ears. The clear lake surface, reflected in the moonlight, resembled a smooth mirror, exuding a sense of depth and coolness in the night.

Samael stood on the shore, taking the opportunity to admire the wild scenery with little trace of human intervention. Although the atmosphere around him was somewhat oppressive, there were also incredibly clear birdsong, the whispers of small animals, and the melodious sound of flowing water. It was very soft, but enough to attract attention. Even the breeze that brushed his cheeks carried the fragrance of earth and the refreshing scent of flowers.

Its unique, serene beauty seems to transport you away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Eden, a return to its natural state.

Of course, in that person's eyes, it might indeed be "Eden".

Looking down through the pitch-black vertical pupils, it's as if you're seeing a huge, writhing, sticky shadow through a deep lake.

"You're three hours late..."

A muffled whisper came from behind, the sound seemingly mixed with the vibrations and echoes of some kind of metal.

As the branches rustled, a tall, slender figure, clad in a blue cloak, covered by a light golden armor, and with his face completely encased in a golden mask, walked in the moonlight.

Behind him, a makeshift wooden hut was faintly visible.

"There was a small mishap."

Samael turned around, smiled, and tossed a pale blue gem the size of a pigeon's egg to the person opposite him.

“Since you invited me, you should be more understanding of any unexpected factors that might occur on the way, Caster.”

After the battle, a bird golem that had flown above the courtyard was shot down, but its core contained other things besides the driving spell.

For example, an invitation letter...

"Indeed, it is my honor that you could keep this appointment."

Avisbro placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, displaying utmost respect, then stood up, looked directly at the man before him, and spoke leisurely.

"So, what do you think of this place?"

"not bad."

Samael looked down at the deep lake and gave a fair answer.

Having received an affirmative answer from the visitor, even the somewhat socially awkward Avisblom couldn't help but introduce himself with a touch of pride.

“My Eden…”

"I mean... the thing below."

Samael turned his head and looked at Avisbro with a deep gaze, then spoke meaningfully.

Avisbro paused for a moment, then looked deeply at the visitor before him, his tone becoming increasingly respectful.

"It seems that it really is you. Only the ancestor of creation and the master of life possess such divine wisdom."

In the battle of the Courtyard, as the aerial fortress was being eroded, he heard from the central hall the curse of Vlad III before his annihilation, as well as that taboo word.

Samael smiled, neither admitting nor denying, but instead examined the object at the bottom of the lake with great interest.

To be precise, it was a colossal statue that was fifteen meters tall.

"Adam the Primitive Man".

The ancient snake's lips and teeth moved, silently reciting the creature's true name.

The word "Golem" comes from Kabbalah magic, which originally meant "fetus" or "prototype," that is, the secret art of "reproducing the process of God creating man." However, powerful weapons cannot be considered the complete form. "The great king who guides us, who have endured countless hardships, back into the Garden of Eden"—this is the complete form of the golem that Avisbroun seeks.

That is, to be a mortal, to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, and to reproduce the miracle of the Lord's creation of Adam.

However, most magicians stop at shaping clay into human forms and "breathing on" (using magic) to bring it to life, but these are not rational beings, but rather puppets manipulated by humans.

The next, higher levels are the aspirations of all Kabbalah practitioners, and should never be entered without a considerable degree of enlightenment.

However, the deeper they delve into the golem's domain, the more the golem transforms into something that doesn't meet the magicians' expectations. Meanwhile, what Avisbro hides at the bottom of the lake allows for a preliminary recreation of "Adam."

It has no concept of trauma. As a "primordial human" with an autonomous inherent barrier, its mere existence transforms the surrounding environment into another world.

In other words, wherever it goes, it becomes paradise, a new Eden on earth.

In the paradise of Eden, there are no people who bleed or get hurt.

In other words, the injuries Adam sustained would also become something that "never existed in the first place." Unlike the hideous monsters like the Great Sea Demon, Adam's surroundings would slowly "become paradise" simply by standing on the ground, making him immortal. He doesn't need to replenish his magic from the outside world; the place he stands is his paradise. As long as he stands on the ground, he is almost invincible.

From both a creative and technical standpoint, Samael considered it "not bad."

But, that's all.

In the ancient Greek pantheon, there existed a Titan with similar functions.

Antaeus, the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, possessed immense strength. Thanks to divine blessings, he was invincible as long as he remained in contact with the earth.

However, as a result, Hercules discovered his secret during a gladiator fight with Antaeus, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to lift him into the air, preventing him from drawing power from Gaia.

Finally, this once-invincible Titan was strangled by Hercules.

Similarly, the second invincible "Primal Adam," who stands firmly on the ground, also has a similar weakness. This supposedly bugged perfect golem can be destroyed by destroying three things. First, a blow that can reliably destroy the brain's core. Second, a blow that completely destroys the heart's "heart." Third, a blow that rips the feet off the ground.

However, let's end this small talk here.

Samael withdrew his gaze, looked at the magician with amusement, and spoke softly as a pleased smile played on his lips.

"Speak, Caster, why did you invite me here?"

What is it?

"A heart! Please grant him a whole heart!"

Avisbro's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, and his eyes were filled with utmost sincerity and longing.

The reason why "Adam the Primordial Man" is still an inanimate object and has not been able to play a role in the Holy Grail War can be attributed to its second problem.

There must be something that can act as the core of the furnace to provide power.

Unfortunately, Servants are basically not included in this list.

This is because, in order to achieve its original purpose of completing Paradise, the Noble Phantasm must remain in the world for a long time. However, if a Servant is used, the magic circuits contained within it will also disappear when the Servant is destroyed.

...If we deviate from our original purpose, abandon our long-cherished wish to create miracles and return to Eden, and instead use it as a temporary powerful fighting force, driven by the body of a Servant, perhaps we can still achieve that.

However, Avisblom considers this act of "temporary use" to be blasphemous and would certainly not condone it.