Chapter 671: Crossover: Sweet Dreams and the Holy Grail (39)

"Besides, just consider it as providing a little extra service for the fans. In my personal view, Mr. Ao's reason for contacting you all is simple—purely because the ratings will be higher."

The group reconvened and began discussing: "Do you think Ge Ruidi's words are trustworthy?"

Shajin: "Looking across Pinokangni, there's no place more suitable for a program's finale than the Grand Theater—however, Mr. Bo Ti Ou, why does your gaze at me seem a bit strange?"

Bo Ti Ou, hand on hip: "I didn't expect someone with your thick eyebrows and big eyes to be a fan of that kind of guy."

Archer nodded: "It would be better to say that my Master's aesthetic taste has always been consistent inside and out."

Shajin smiled faintly: "Compared with that unpleasant rank title of Master, I prefer the 【Sand, Gold, First, Birth】 you just invented."

"Look, red buddy, these businesspeople are all the same; whether it's insults or sarcasm, they take it all with a laugh, like bullets hitting cotton."

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Spy x Family.

"Finally, the ultimate decisive battle is about to begin, and with that the Holy Grail War will draw to a close." Lloyd set down his coffee, "Old Ao's plot… I really want to know what this old fellow is up to, and also explain the origin of the Holy Grail."

"Battle! Holy Grail! Wow, cool, wow, cool!" Anya sat on the sofa, clutching her plush doll, her little hand gripping excitedly, "So awesome! Whose Holy Grail will it be? Sister Xing? Or big brother Shajin? Or Bo Ti Ou? Anya wants to see them fight!"

A fight is unlikely; if they could, they'd have already fought. Teaming up to fight Old Ao and Caster is quite likely.

"But the Holy Grail must eventually select a final candidate. I think Xing and Miss Saber are the most likely to obtain it; if Shajin and Mr. Bo Ti Ou aren't keen, perhaps they'd give it to Miss Xing?" Jor, resting his chin, pondered.

"…For the sake of universal peace, the Holy Grail must never be given to Xing." Lloyd immediately retorted, "Who knows what wish she'll make? Perhaps becoming a pioneering Star God is on her wish list."

Jor blinked: "You think she's improper? But when it comes to big matters, Xing has never been foolish; from Yalilo to Xianzhou, then to Pinokangni, I think Xing is still very reliable."

"Perhaps…" Lloyd began slowly, "Having Shajin or Zhigengniao obtain the Holy Grail is most appropriate, especially Shajin; as the company's representative, he's clever enough, ambitious… If the Grail were used to make him a Lord Commander, on par with Diamond, that would be quite nice."

"But Shajin has no interest in the Holy Grail at all," Jor reminded.

"That's the ideal situation," Lloyd smiled, "Just like politics, the most suitable ruler is often one who doesn't crave power. The most fitting Holy Grail holder is also one who has no obsession with 'wishes.'"

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"Then I shall respectfully obey, Mr. Shajin."

"The theater's decisive battle, I suppose Mr. Ao has already prepared the battlefield for us. He, who holds the Holy Grail, will be even harder to deal with than Ge Ruidi." Saber smiled faintly, "Siege warfare and assembled warriors finally feel a bit like war."

Zhigengniao nodded: "I'll go with you all, Miss Note, whether she's enemy or friend now, I will bring her back."

"Prepare to beat up Grandpa!"

Just as everyone, united in resolve, prepared to set off, suddenly—no one knows who first noticed someone fleeing the area.

"There's something I forgot to ask—Mr. Bo Ti Ou, do you know which department Si Ke Te belongs to?"

Shajin displayed a grin more wicked than a demon spirit, his lips barely moving, silently uttering the department's name in his mind. Xingji Niuzai let out a hearty laugh, his knuckles clicking, and grimaced as he walked toward Si Ke Te.

Xing could no longer bear to watch.

She heard a howl that only appears in animation, with cadence and feeling. She understood that it would take a fairly long time before Si Ke Te could get out of the sickbed.

But she still believed in the medical technology of the Cosmic Era—no Si Ke Te has suffered irreversible injury in the Holy Grail War, especially in dreams.

Bo Ti Ou clapped his hands: "Now that's comfortable, let's set off!"

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Jujutsu Kaisen.

"Well done! He should have been dealt with so harshly a long time ago!"

Seeing Si Ke Te being beaten up, Itadori leapt up from the sofa, his fist swinging powerfully in the air: "So satisfying! Hahaha!"

The only regret is that this only happens in a dream; the real Si Ke Te would not be harmed at all.

Back during the Xianzhou era, Itadori hoped someone could give that guy a good thrashing, but the Cloud Cavalry of Xianzhou—especially Su Shang—were too reasonable; dealing with such a scoundrel requires a sea‑roving ranger who doesn't reason with petty folk.

It seems, then, that Si Ke Te is the first Master to exit this Holy Grail War, so Mr. Ge Ruidi will revert to being Ruike? Shouko's fingertip‑held cigarette sent up a slender wisp of smoke, her gaze passing through the window to Si Ke Te's motionless, battered body.

"Hmm, but Ruike's body was injured by that arrow; if it were me, I'd definitely apply to Old Ao for tens of millions in compensation…" Mingming elegantly crossed her legs, "Speaking of which, isn't Ruike a meme‑type lifeform? I thought meme lifeforms had no physical form and could be virtualized at will."

"That's Ruike; perhaps the Remembrancer's ability can't be brought into the Holy Grail War?" Shouko relit a cigarette, "After lending Ge Ruidi that body, the Remembrancer's traits vanished. In the end, the Remembrancer in Pinokangni, a world composed of memory substance, is still too powerful."

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Meanwhile, inside the Grand Theater.

"It's clearly just an ambiguous farce, yet the arrangement is so exquisite that I can't fathom it," Lancer looked up at the bright red curtain inside the Grand Theater, "It metaphorically represents the twelve moments of time's change, and at the center of all moments sits this 【Moon】 (the Grand Theater)."

"Anyone who's had superficial magic training can sense the power continuously gathering here. Yet this world has no such thing as 【Magic】 or 【Magician】."

Lancer withdrew his gaze, staring steadily at Old Ao, who stood with his back to him, "So, truly everything in this Holy Grail War came from your hand, Old Master? You don't seem to have any magician's aura."