You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"They even know my display settings!"

"Calm down. You are a fan-made character. Is this the first time you've experienced your character's setting being eroded?"

On the bright side, many popular characters go through similar situations. Take the Raikage, for example; he's supposed to be a tough, hot-blooded man, but he's been given the attributes of a minotaur. Isn't that worse than what you're experiencing?

"You've slandered my reputation, and you still want my forgiveness?!"

"Where is the slander? Isn't it the truth?"

"……what?"

Altair was taken aback.

Iori then said quietly, "Is the yuri relationship between you and Setsuna something I made up?"

"You guy..."

Junji gritted her teeth but didn't know how to refute.

After thinking for a long time, I managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Our relationship is a pure Platonic love!"

"puff!"

Not only Iori, but Ritsuka, who was hiding behind the shield, also smiled.

This completely enraged Altair, and Miss Military Princess summoned countless sabers to destroy the building.

But at that moment, Iori suddenly appeared beside her, ignoring the military knives around them, and whispered in her ear: "What you're really angry about is being seen interacting intimately with Setsuna, isn't it?"

Altair's pupils suddenly contracted: "You..."

"Let's have a proper talk. If it weren't for your firm stance of non-cooperation, I wouldn't have made such a big fuss."

"...You really are no good person."

"Is it really okay to talk to Shimazaki Setsuna's savior like that?"

"Well……"

At three o'clock in the morning, Junji finally disarmed herself.

She sat in the messy living room, holding a hot cocoa that Mashu had handed her, the steam blurring her complex expression.

"condition."

She bit her lip and squeezed out the word.

"It's very simple."

Iori opened her tablet and said, "I have a plan that needs your help. If you are willing to assist, I will immediately stop the project and completely remove your yuri works from the internet."

"...Cooperation is not impossible, but your attitude disgusts me."

The military princess raised her head: "Unless you lower your head and say properly, 'Please forgive this despicable and shameless person, my lady,' I will not agree."

Wow, that's quite a backbone!

Iori's favorite people are those with backbone!

"Hehe, I think that simply apologizing is not enough to show sincerity."

Iori said kindly, "How about this, why not change your yuri attribute and release the rest of your works as well?"

"The remaining works?"

"Yes, you know how kind I am, so before this, when I ordered people to create, I always strictly required it to be within the scope of 'yuri' and 'pure love'. Although there would be some prop play, it was not considered heavy-handed overall."

Iori said seriously, "Even if there are freelancers online who want to draw NTR characters, they will be banned by my subordinates, so so far your basic settings have not been negatively affected."

"Do you still want me to thank you?" Altair glared at Iori.

But she quickly realized something was wrong, and her voice trembled: "The remaining works... are they...?"

"Yes, what's left are erotic doujinshi that are more in line with popular tastes and are more popular!"

Snapped!

The saber clattered to the ground, and Altair immediately knelt down, trembling as if he had been frightened.

"This is too much..."

"So that's why I've never granted permission to release it~"

"Cooperation...I agree!"

"Forehead……"

Iori stroked her chin: "I feel like something's missing."

"Ugh?"

The girl looked up, puzzled.

"How about adding a line like, 'My esteemed Lord Aizen, please forgive my shallowness'?"

"hateful--"

"By the way, if you'd like, we can actually add a setting for you: 'attracting the same sex' and 'making your partner feel very comfortable many times,' making Setsuna even more devoted to you."

"My esteemed Lord Aizen, please forgive my shallowness!"

No hesitation!

"Hahaha... So yuri is really interesting... I've decided not to destroy the yuri aspect!"

Iori smiled and pulled up the contract, handing it to Altair for a look: "But Your Highness, you're much cuter when you blush than when you're cold."

"Shut up!"

“Look, Mash,”

Ritsuka whispered to herself, "This is the standard face of a villain."

It seems someone said something very rude, but Iori is always tolerant and forgiving, so she won't take it to heart.

As moonlight pierced through the clouds, the new cooperation plan was officially launched.

But no one noticed that deep inside Iori's computer was an encrypted folder called "Military Princess Shameful Play Collection"...

Chapter 571 [No Holy Grail, No Life]

Golden light rained down on every corner of Disbord, whether it was the goblin's roaring steam workshop, the forest elf's canopy city entwined with the elven corridors, or even the demons huddled in their caves—the same voice echoed in the minds of all living beings.

[Announcement to sixteen races.]

Azriel's fingers trembled as she was combing her younger sister's hair, and the feather hair ornament fell to the ground.

The wrench in the goblin chief engineer's hand slammed into his instep with a loud clang;

The queen of the marine species rolled off the coral bed;

—The strongest of all races involuntarily knelt on one knee, as if an unseen hand was pressing on their shoulders.

**From this day forward, all large-scale wars are prohibited.**

Floating in the clouds, Iori lightly tapped her fingertip, and countless patterns of light intertwined in the sky to form a giant chessboard. In each square of the chessboard, pieces of different races appeared, from the weakest human race to the strongest god race, all bound together by golden chains.

**Superior races may not initiate attacks on inferior races.**

The world was deathly silent. Even the most unruly dragon spirits lowered their heads, acknowledging this extremely unfair law. They could sense that some kind of rule power, surpassing even divine strikes, was taking effect. It was not simply a matter of military intimidation, but an absolute authority that directly rewrote the underlying logic of the world.

**Secondly: ……**

One rule after another was promulgated, and what would later be known as the Golden Law officially descended upon the continent of Disboard.

……

Holy Babylon, the capital of mankind.

"This is the...gift you were talking about?"

Rick looked up at the black obelisk that had suddenly appeared in the central square. The obelisk was covered with runes he had never seen before, and a crystal ball was slowly rotating at the top.

As he subconsciously reached out to touch it, flashes of light swept across the obelisk, converging at the crystal ball at the top, which suddenly projected a three-dimensional image—seven illusory figures of different shapes appearing and disappearing in the light screen.

"Heroic Spirit Summoning System".

Iori's voice came from the crystal ball, "Try engraving your name on it?"

Shubi's eyes suddenly turned red in scanning mode: "Detected ultra-high density spirit aggregate... similar to the divine strike energy level of the Skywing race... error... unable to analyze... is this summoning magic?"

As Rick's fingertips left blood-like marks on the obelisk's surface, a beam of light suddenly shot into the sky. The onlookers gasped and retreated, only to see a female figure clad in silver armor and wielding a long spear gradually solidify within the beam of light.

"ServantLancer Qin Liangyu".

The female knight knelt on one knee. "Are you my lord in this other world?"

"Oh! Really..."

Rick's eyes widened—this self-proclaimed Servant exuded an aura of oppression that was no less than that of an ordinary Skywing!

"Surprised? Ordinary Servants aren't that strong, but since we're in this world, I have to use my authority to enhance them, otherwise the presence of Heroic Spirits would be too weak."

Iori smiled slightly, while Altair, who was following behind him, rolled his eyes.

She was the one who helped design and solidify the "setting" of the obelisk, so it seems like all the credit goes to this guy... though she doesn't really care about that.

Meanwhile, black obelisks have appeared all over the world, some in deep valleys, some in straits, and some on majestic snow-capped mountains—almost none of them are located directly in the center of cities like they do with humans.

The new declaration appeared in the skies above the continent, and all races subconsciously saw and understood its meaning:

Detailed Explanation of the Rules of the Super Holy Grail War

[Basic Rules]

Summoning Qualification:

Any race can touch the obelisk and attempt to summon a heroic spirit.

The summoner must have a strong desire, otherwise they cannot form a contract with the heroic spirit.

Heroic spirits come from different times and spaces, legends, history, and may even be powerful beings from other worlds.

The Holy Grail War Cycle:

Every ten years, the obelisks enter a period of activity, triggering a "super Holy Grail War" worldwide.

The event lasts for three months, during which all summoned Servants can participate in the battle.

Competition format:

Each Master can only contract one Servant.

Heroic Spirits are divided into seven classes (Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker), each with different combat characteristics.

There are no restrictions on the combat methods, but large-scale destructive attacks (such as the "God Strike" of the Skywing race or above) are prohibited. The principle is to avoid disrupting the stability of the continent and causing casualties at the city level.

Victory conditions:

The seven surviving Servants (one from each class) and their Masters emerged victorious.

The victor can make a wish to the "One God," Iori, with wishes including but not limited to racial prosperity, personal power, and the inheritance of knowledge.

The first Holy Grail War begins now!

……

The floating city of the Skywing race.

"Huh? You want me to participate in the Holy Grail War like a beast?"

Jibril was so angry that the feathers on her wings bristled. She glared fiercely at the obelisk that had suddenly appeared beside the throne of Ares, on which the inscription clearly read:

A Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual is held every ten years.

"Calm down, Xiao Ji."

Azriel pressed down on her sister's shoulder, "Look at that last one—"

Her amber pupils contracted sharply when her gaze swept over the words "The final victor may make a wish upon the One God." As the being whom Altshu called the closest to himself, she knew better than anyone what "making a wish upon the One God" meant.

"sister!"

Jibril suddenly grabbed her wrist, her voice trembling with excitement, "If this is true... if this is true... perhaps it can help my lord..."

"Yes, so we must win this big battle!"