Chapter 321

In the dimly lit underground library, several old-fashioned kerosene lamps were placed around the bookshelves and wine storage racks.

"Faker!!!"

Gilgamesh's face twisted with fury, his killing intent unhidden as it pierced directly at Senjumuramasa.

"Hey, old man doesn't like others giving him nicknames." Senjumuramasa glanced at Gilgamesh a few times and said: "Wanna fight? Let me be clear—I won't nurse brats with weird tempers, but if injecting you with a sedative is what it takes, go ahead."

"Calm down, Hero-King," Kirei Kotomine said with a cryptic smile from the side.

"You're the one who sent us to meet him—you must've already known this one is a Servant, not the human Emiya Shirou, right?"

"If you start fighting here, Emiya Shirou will surely come—and then you won't be able to do anything."

"That bastard!" Gilgamesh gritted his teeth, pressed his left hand to his forehead for several seconds, then let out a cold snort: "The face of a thief is truly nauseating. Fine. Since you're still of some use, I permit you to appear beneath my feet."

"Laughable. You're in this state and still putting on a show?" Lancer's eyebrows and mouth curved into a sharp arc, his mockery unmistakable:

"Isn't that your loot? You're lucky to have kept your life. Now you're hiding from pursuit, seeking comfort from the same face—truly, the Hero-King."

Lord El-Melloi VII exhaled another puff of smoke. I nodded and smiled: "So, is today April Fools' Day?"

Senjumuramasa: "There's no possibility he isn't this safe, the World-Eater, Lord of the Sword Sect."

"No. 166!"

Miss Kelaien Lang: "..."

The Sequence Struggle remains unknown until the dust settles.

"Child of Light, please give them and the Hero-King some time to converse."

"Isn't Fengze's descendant's true name Miss Kelaien Lang?! Is the body Senjumuramasa uses his?!" Mashu exclaimed: "Wait—if so, then in that Holy Grail War, was he both Master and Servant?!!"

"Rejoice! The lowest, weakest, most merciful, most benevolent god! The Dark God of Law has descended here!"

Thus, Adam may also abandon support for Wang Jier, and Wang Jier will abandon all he currently holds to hand it over to Fengze Ai.

Gilgamesh clenched his right fist, as if facing something too shameful to speak of, but finally crossed his legs and looked at everyone, speaking:

"When you emerge from this seclusion, your Immortal Dao cultivation will likely reach the Great Ascension stage. After seclusion, relax a bit."

Luffy: "Chaldea? Is that a restaurant's name?"

The atmosphere instantly turned tense. Lord El-Melloi VII stepped forward, standing between Fengze Gilgamesh and Lancer.

"No." Senjumuramasa took the wine glass; he had never doubted the other's limits: "Leave this Anduin here—I fear he'll sneak in some extra moves before returning."

Zhongli: "Hmm… according to current information, the worldline where Miss Kelaien Lang resides has no related plot beyond the Singularity F."

After all, as Master, Miss Kelaien Lang defeated Gilgamesh and even made him hate this much—logically, that's impossible!

"Recommend moving to Fuyuki. Even if he loses control, you can't treat it as an Anomaly. The seventh day isn't caused by gas leak-induced mass hallucination." Emiya mused: "Don't worry—given your relationship, I'll come to save your life."

Song Shuhang: "+"

Emiya thought briefly and said: "Seal it here."

The souls of all other clones returned to the original body.

Ye Fan: "After you get drunk next time, aren't you chasing people asking if they want to buy a pendant?"

"It's been a while." Senjumuramasa nodded: "I thought you could level up right away. Can you give me your bank card password and access to your subspace vault? As a friend, I'll reluctantly manage it for you during this time."

"All of you are the Dark Mr. I bestowed my soul fragments upon. To preserve independent autonomy, I simulated the Superhuman Ability of the Thief Path."

"Congratulations! The Godhood of Law will be placed inside No. 166's clone!"

Lord El-Melloi VII: "How was it stolen?"

Could Gilgamesh's situation be unrelated to Miss Kelaien Lang?

"Miss Kelaien Lang, this is the seventh time you've heard that name since arriving here." Lord El-Melloi VII took out a Marlboro from his bag but didn't light it: "So, what happened—or what did the Master of this timeline, Fengze Ai, do—to make you so furious?"

"A while." Emiya calculated the resources usable for cultivation and the cost of exchanging new time items: "For now, one day."

Lord El-Melloi VII: "And Law says—no direct combat?"

Gilgamesh: "He used some Noble Phantasm I've never seen to break through my treasury, caught me off-guard, and severed my left hand—taking the Ea along with it."

Fengze placed the Godhood of Law into that clone. The next moment, the clone gave a slight nod.

"Thank you." Senjumuramasa exhaled slightly, then revealed his plan: "I'll return to make a deal with the White Night God—best case, I'll take the City of the Dead in the Night Kingdom and Antigonus as a package to another world for advancement."

Huh!

Emiya glanced at Anduin's current condition.

"So, you won't just interfere with you becoming the Fool—you'll even look forward to your early ascension to the Fool."

"Out of a hundred cultivators, only one makes a profit. We're not false advertising, are we?"

Xiao Yan: "Unless information from other worlds is fragmented, causing the game text not to appear."

"Are you preparing to ascend to the Fool?" Fengze swirled his wine glass: "Why not stabilize further? You've got so many curly-haired baboon worshippers in this world—staying longer won't hurt."

Though Emiya and Adam get along well—even exchanged crosses—it's only because their interests align.

Emiya pondered: "The Fool… when it's beneath the Source Fortress…"

I really want to tell you I know the King of Gold and Silver who governs luck lost eighty million in gambling—stop talking.

Chaldea's Servant Amun believed he hadn't hallucinated—Kirschtaria had just said…

But soon, he sensed something wrong—Gilgamesh's killing intent swept over him.

"Deal." Emiya took two wine glasses from beside him: "Brother, eaten yet?"

Han Li: "Try contacting them to gather information—if any danger exists, retreat to another world as soon as possible."

Senjumuramasa continued:

Manage… then invest, win, and flee, right…

"Ugh, I really wish they'd focus on listening to what Fengze Gilgamesh wants to say!" Red A rubbed his head, feeling a headache.

Miss Kelaien Lang: "Something's off in my world—Chaldea's Master arrived here with a Servant, and among them are Servants from version 2.0."

"Law didn't do anything wicked—Shirou punished him." Zhi Du stated firmly.

"That Miss Kelaien Lang was the Master in that Holy Grail War, not this Saber's Master—it's the Spirit Feng Ze."

What exactly did that Miss Kelaien Lang do in that timeline? Su Lin Jiamishi may be annoying, but he's the kind of guy who can accept victory… is…

The two exchanged a knowing smile.

"Shilang… Amon… Shilang." Tenzan Lixiang's gaze flickered between Weigong Shilang and the Spirit Amon, then suddenly lit up: "Of course! I should've said it sooner—it's the same person!"

"He calls internet users his followers? Followers worship their god's CP?" Qianzi Cun rolled his eyes: "You're definitely blocked—these weird anchors send bizarre prayers every single day!"

Snap.

Li Huowang: "You also think it's impossible—for example, when you read the big book, the you outside didn't write down everything in detail."

"Hey, don't lump me together with that immature guy."

I looked at Su Lin Jiamishi and said:

From the very start, they could never reach the truth of each other.

Weigong: "What are you selling?"

He is attempting deep parasitism of Red, while using a bug to transfer his existence to Red, who believes he is Wang Jier.

"I see." Lord El-Melloi VII nodded, pinching a cigarette between his index and middle fingers: "No wonder he's so furious—this timeline's Miss Kelaien Lang really did something unforgivable."

"You over there, watchdog—do you want to die?" The King of Heroes glared at Lancer, as if his scales had been touched; his killing intent was even fiercer than before.

Weigong: "Weak for years, soon become the King of Singularities!"

…

Weigong: "?"

Miss Kelaien Lang: "So, you're wondering if some escaping Divine Column or Alien God's apostle has targeted this place."

"It's not that they're greedy—it's that we're good." Weigong slapped Bai Qianbei on the back of the head and said:

Weigong sat on a CEO's conference chair; behind him, on the solid wood conference table, stood a microphone stand and a white porcelain cup with a lid.

"True, happiness has no price—we made too much."

Lancer sheathed his spear and turned away, his face sour—but after leaving, his curious gaze lingered for a moment on Weigong Shilang and Archer Amon.

"Playing with yourself—aren't you bored?" Qianzi Cun's figure materialized.

Meng Qi: "+1"

Lord El-Melloi VII flicked ash and asked.

I exhaled smoke, the nicotine-laced menthol scent filling the library; the kerosene lamp's glow cast a hazy glow around.

In my hand I held a thick stack of documents; after taking the microphone from No. 01, I scanned the room.

…

"Wang Jier won't easily abandon the idea that he isn't Feng Ze—he probably already suspects some information about his true self."

Xing: "+1"

Before Weigong finished speaking, he saw the chat group's messages refreshing.

Could 24-hour surveillance still let them slip away?

"Everyone here is family—sit down."

There's even a bathroom… Monk… Miss Kelaien… even K and the Puppet.

Zhongli: "There's another possibility—Miss Kelaien Lang's world is connected to game content that hasn't appeared yet."

"Just in case…"

Can only say—it's modern indeed.

Out of fear of Weigong's past actions, Wang Jier's side now has only Adam.

"To cut to the chase—the top seller of this simulated universe's Heavenly Lottery is…"

"Ask me again."

"Gamble once, rich for eight generations!"

Inhale—

Feathers of light filled the sky; a graceful piano piece played by the Dark Master's No. 281 Puppet, as the Dark God form of Weigong stepped from illusory moonlight into reality.

"Didn't we get Spirit Fruits, one-time artifacts, and novel spells? At least this is a promotion—our markup isn't even ten percent higher, but we gained happiness!"

"King of Heroes, you should know we come from Chaldea. At this point, please tell us what's happened—it will help us understand the current situation."

"Then he'll have no excuse to cause trouble, right?" Qianzi Cun's face always wore a smile: "Then why not just go straight to the Heroic Spirit Hall?"

"Do you remember our slogan?"

"Cause trouble? What do you think I am…"

"Be a good-for-nothing today, become a genius tomorrow!"

Wang Jier's true self is probably preparing for the final battle now, and the battlefield should be inside the Source Fortress—entering the Source Fortress naturally requires releasing suppression of the Mystery Lord within…

"Are you close to him?" Weigong tossed the sales report into Qianzi Cun's lap: "The Yuzhe Sect receives eighty complaints daily about Wang Jier helping others fight duels—did you guys get rich through online fraud?"

Their relationship is like that between the former Soviet Union and its big brother—trustable when sharing a common enemy, but only sustainable if one side holds absolute superiority.

"My monthly revenue exceeds eight hundred thousand Spirit Stones!!!"

Su Lin Jiamishi: "Correct."

Ye Fan: "If the opponent is too weak and can't escape, you might as well buy a boost from Boost Brother."

"Who knows? Maybe it's a souvenir Feng Ze brought back from his travels." Qianzi Cun shrugged: "At least give him a raise."

"Under these circumstances, Wang Jier has only one chance to turn things around—a chance untouched by outside interference."

You are originally the Servant formed when the divine essence and power of eight gods were embodied in Illya von Einzbern; your core and soul remain Illya herself.

"He just said that word, right?!"

Dark Master No. 166 fell silent for a moment, then asked: "True self, aren't we doing something…?"

"Him? In seven days, you could easily kill this one, yet he's been reduced to this state by the very one you nearly killed." Lancer spun the crimson spear in his hand, deliberately provoking as he stared at Su Lin Gilgamesh.

"You're not producers—you're just porters of slow joy."

"You're not playing like that because you have someone to talk to—can't you just amuse yourself?" Emiya snapped his fingers, and everything around him vanished.

"It seems we won't see him for a long time," Senji Muramasa paused, sighing. "How long is he going to be in seclusion?"

Amid the stunned gazes of all present, Lord El-Melloi VII's fingertip ignited flame as he lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.

Su Lin Gilgamesh lifted his head and said, "Does this matter really require His Majesty to repeat it a seventh time?"

"Huh."

Emiya: "No… it's the name of an organization."

"That despicable thief stole my Ea."

He truly wished he could be called Emiya directly, even though he was indeed Emiya.

"The True Gods fear him, so you can't use his name as a shield to rally under a Squad Leader—we won't openly support Wang Jier."

"Your friend hopes you become a pillar before you emerge from seclusion."

Song Shuhang: "Chaldea—is it because something threatening has appeared in this world, turning it into a Singularity or Anomaly?!"

Amid the cheers of Dark Mr. 01 Puppet, a thunderous roar erupted throughout the conference room.

Two hundred eighty-one Dark Mr. Puppets surrounded the staircase conference room, dressed in varied attire, each with a distinct expression, gathered here.

He opened it to take a look.

The update schedule this month has been unstable; sorry. It'll stabilize once this month's work is done.

If there's no update today, I'll just owe it for now…