Chapter 603: Heaven Hotel

177A Black Street, Greenwich Village, Manhattan, the Sanctum Sanctorum, a standalone penthouse.

"That's the Living Tribunal, isn't it?" Meng Qi gazed blankly through the dome toward the heavens.

"Yes," Su Lin nodded.

Meng Qi slowly turned his head and asked, "Why would the Logos version of the Living Tribunal listen to you and take away the Great Grail?"

"Because He thinks I'm the First Sky, even though He got the wrong person," Su Lin shrugged, ignoring Meng Qi's nearly bursting expression, and said:

"Besides, the real Great Grail wasn't taken—just an illusion."

The golden Living Tribunal was in poor condition, but Loki had already warned Him ahead of time; the silver one, Logos, likely agreed to help because of the Skylight in my possession.

But would Su Lin entrust his company's legal seal to someone else?

Obviously, it was just a performance—Loki's old colleague, the Living Tribunal, putting on a show to fool the Reincarnators.

Of course, that cup was indeed a 24K pure gold Great Grail—just without the Type-Moon universe inside.

The best way to stop the Holy Grail War is to destroy the Great Grail.

Su Lin, who had slacked off and staged countless Holy Grail Wars during work hours, instantly understood this group's thinking.

A group of legendary Reincarnators are formidable, but why don't you go fight the Living Tribunal?

Go and you'll find no living legends in New York City!

Su Lin looked at the bloodstained streets; beside him, the Ancient One stepped out from a folded mirror dimension and handed over twenty-odd sealed Sky Fragments and the Reincarnators' souls.

"Aside from assassination tactics, these things are genuinely hard to kill—who knows how many Reincarnators the Reincarnation Space has dumped into this world?"

Su Lin sighed deeply: "To the universe, they're truly like a natural disaster."

"Are you talking about the Fourth Catastrophe?" Meng Qi couldn't help retorting.

Don't be fooled by the spectacle—most of it was caused by those cultivator players blowing themselves up or killing their own teammates.

Meng Qi could only describe those cultivators as "let loose."

"Gabriel, do you really believe me?" Su Lin turned and asked.

"Sir, I am the Ancient One," the Ancient One smiled.

"Just a joke."

Su Lin chuckled and said, "Aren't you afraid we're some kind of Multiverse Devourers come to destroy the universe?"

To prevent any possible defection or manipulation, Su Lin and the others had sincerely invited this Supreme Sorcerer as the first audience of Heaven Cinema.

"It doesn't matter—Stephen Strange has already tried this exact thing," the Ancient One took a deep breath and gazed toward a direction in New York City, saying:

"As long as it hasn't happened, it's only a possibility."

"That's the difference between normal people and those lunatics."

Su Lin slowly shook his head, feeling tears well up, and said to Meng Qi beside him: "Who would ever believe in Multiverse Devourers?"

"Hmm," Meng Qi's chest rose and fell slightly. "True."

As the controller of the Multiverse Universal Terminal's backend, he could see all the heroes, immortals, spirits, Emperors, gods, demons, and angels across the Celestial Cities.

The most frequently searched keyword on the Multiverse Universal Forum every day was this very term.

If he hadn't secretly manipulated the trending list, this word would've been number one every single day.

By the way, the second, third, and fourth most searched terms were: Fallen God, Yuan Shi Tian Mo, and Azathoth.

"Tonight's over," Su Lin said to the Ancient One.

"But from now on, every night—even every day—might bring attackers."

They might not even be Reincarnators—could be superhero organizations from other worlds.

After Loki's resignation, who could guarantee this timeline wouldn't be found?

Although "Numbered Universe" is just a placeholder, in reality, the branches of parallel universes are infinite—but currently, the number of Reincarnators deployed by the Reincarnation Space far exceeds imagination.

And before this, countless eons had already passed.

Su Lin suddenly recalled the scene where Loki had taken him to observe beyond the Void.

The Reincarnators were like ants, moving the dust of fate and history under orders, eventually building another distorted spacetime.

"I'll pay attention," the Ancient One nodded.

In truth, after watching all those movie series, she hadn't been this calm—she'd thought carefully, and since she was already on this boat, protecting this timeline toward a new world wasn't bad.

Once the timeline deviated, there was nothing to lose.

【Heaven Hotel】Dear esteemed guests:

Due to poor management and emotional issues between the head chef and several wives, the hotel will temporarily close effective today. Thank you for your continued support.

"This is the first company I've run into the ground."

Zhou Mingrui sighed, hands on his hips, glancing toward downtown Manhattan—orange-red fireworks seemed to be lighting the sky, yet gunfire and grenade blasts echoed in his ears.

"Hope the next one lasts longer. Free America—gunfights every day." He shook his head, picked up the suitcase on the ground, and put on his trench coat and hat.

"Wait up, Zhou Ge," Huai Shi locked the door and hurried after him.

Ahead, Zhou Mingrui suddenly stopped and glanced across the street at the convenience store.

"Want to buy something?" Huai Shi checked his wallet. "The new hotel's got everything—no need to waste money."

My daily wage was all spent by Tong Ji—wasn't she supposed to be keeping me?

Thinking about it, that rich woman really…

Never mind. Don't think about it—otherwise when she comes back and checks on me, I'll be in deep trouble.

"No, I just think that convenience store looks perfect for a nighttime robbery."

Zhou Mingrui smiled. "Classic movie scene—then the hero shows up right there, buys something, and takes out the robbers."

He chatted about movies, strolling ahead leisurely.

Even though this was Hell's Kitchen, after intense strikes and visits from several legends, even Kingpin had quit organized crime and switched to running a Japanese-style bathhouse.

The only scumbags here are a bunch of street thugs who want to hit on Hao Shi for a meal and cause trouble, and a group of guys who have designs on Emperor Gong, the head chef.

I wonder if the red-haired, baby-faced head chef secretly jumped to a higher level in this world.

"Zhou Ge, what do you think of Lu Mingfei Senior's cross-dressing look?"

"It's pretty, but I feel like I've seen an even prettier girl somewhere before."

The two strolled down the street chatting, completely unaware that inside the convenience store across the road, a white youth was bound behind the counter with his hands tied and a stocking stuffed in his mouth.

Creak—creak—

A sleeve wiped away the fog on the glass window, revealing the scene outside on the street.

"Did that reaction mean they noticed us?" Nyaa-ko's antennae spun in circles: "But it doesn't seem like it."

"Hohoho~~~ Those third-rate manga artists love this kind of plot," Deadpool Wei De De said, slapping Constantine, who was slicing fruit for Abigail, with a copy of *Hellblazer*.

"Either every character in a manga is sleeping with each other, or some crucial character suddenly falls in love with a random passerby at a key moment."

"Keanu, why do you think Nyaa-ko fell for that waiter?"

"It can't be to open up the Asian market or land a billboard ad in Akihabara."

Constantine pushed the fruit platter toward Abigail and, as he stood, casually jammed the fruit knife into Wei De De's side.

"You can just go ask her to leave me alone."

Magic flared, and Wei De De's ruined face gradually reshaped into a normal one under Constantine's illusion—this took an hour's worth of magical energy.

"Ssshh—Love is wonderful!" Wei De De adjusted his blonde hair, gazing at his reflection with a blissful expression:

"Go for it, Nyaa-chan! Let's forget the Holy Grail War and jump straight into the romance arc!"

Nyaa-ko glanced at Wei De De, then picked up the crowbar beside her.

"Come on, follow them."

"Can't you just ask for his phone number?!"

Wei De De rubbed his chest and rolled his eyes:

"I'm about to die of frustration—this guy's obviously a virgin. If you don't show your tentacles, he'll totally fall for you!"

"He's a Servant," Abigail said, eating pineapple:

"His body is made of the fictional element aether, but his rank is extremely high, and his information is concealed."

Wei De De suddenly froze. He glanced at the others in the store and asked:

"Wait… you all knew?"

"Yes. Only you didn't."

Logan took a sip of beer and pulled a wad of dollars from his pocket, placing them on the counter.

As the group reached the convenience store entrance, a cloaked figure staggered in, covered in wounds as if every weapon imaginable had slashed him.

"Blood."

"Wow~ It's Morbius. I love this old Spider-Man villain."

Deadpool tried to pull him: "Sorry, we're closed tonight—we're in a hurry."

Roar—!

His eyes blazed crimson as he slashed Wei De De's face with a claw, baring his fangs at the group.

"You Sony-made bastard."

Bang! Crack! Thud! Riiip—!

The convenience store lights flickered; behind the windows, only flashes of blades, gunfire, and shadows of tentacles remained.

Minutes later, the legendary investigators stepped out holding a Sacred Mark.

"Are you really sure it's fine?"

Hao Shi asked tentatively.

"What?"

Zhou Mingrui opened a freshly bought Coca-Cola, took a sip: "There's a bit of an issue—it's not cold. Should've bought Pepsi."

No, I'm not talking about Pepsi toilet cleaner or Coca-Cola mouthwash—I'm talking about your mental health.

Click.

With a snap of his fingers, a group of cultivators running up behind Zhou Mingrui suddenly had their feet lift off the ground, dangling like cured pork in midair.

The three-headed dog they had been chasing, aiming to attack Zhou Mingrui, was blocked by a cold-eyed adventurer.

After pulling the trigger, he silently dragged the fallen three-headed dog into the air.

"Tonight, the legendary assassin Zhou Mingrui joins the hunt."

Zhou Mingrui raised his wrist-mounted hidden blade and said: "If only there were some hay bales around—I could show you a Leap of Faith."

Even today, Hao Shi felt a faint sense of strangeness.

The other was clearly visible, touchable, and could chat normally—but the big shots in the group said he was dreaming.

Before entering the Reincarnation Space, they could still see his nonsense posts in the group. But after entering this world, he never posted again.

Though he claimed to be a new Reincarnation participant here for the first time, everything felt off.

Even when Su Lin and others plotted right in front of Zhou Mingrui, discussing matters, he showed no reaction.

Don't ask. If you ask, it's perfectly normal.

Even when the veterans in this team were turning heaven and earth upside down, organizing the Holy Grail War and declaring war on the entire universe.

"Don't you feel like you have some kind of spirit following you?"

"Yes."

Zhou Mingrui nodded and called behind him: "Star Platinum: The World!"

A cold wind blew through.

Zhou Mingrui shivered twice.

"Alright, I'm just joking—I thought I could freeze time and beat you up."

He turned around, and the mad adventurer Gelmán Spáro stepped out from the air behind him, glancing coldly at Huai Shi.

"Zhou Ge, do you have a problem with me?" Huai Shi asked, sweat dripping down his face.

"I just thought someone as cute as you would cry for a long time, hahaha—ahem, sorry, I've been surfing too hard lately," Zhou Mingrui said awkwardly.

This is deadly.

No wonder everyone else in the group dared go out at night with Ke Zong in this state and let him serve as their familiar.

Zhou Mingrui now seemed to live in One's Own World, and no matter what he wanted to do or what danger he encountered, someone would always handle it for him.

"Let's head to the hotel first—we're almost there," Huai Shi said.

Since Paradise Hotel was built during the public phase of the Holy Grail War, today everyone decided to move their base elsewhere—even Stark Tower would be temporarily relocated.

Attacks like the ones on the Sanctum and Stark Tower tonight will inevitably happen to Paradise Hotel in the future.

If we encounter another betrayal from the local S. H. I. E. L. D. exposing our information, it might get even worse.

So while everyone's attention was focused on the Holy Grail today, the rest quietly began their relocation.

Before the two of them now stood a lodge, built in a style typical of the 1970s, situated precisely at the convergence of Manhattan's street grids.

"Why not just call it the Continental Hotel?"

"You really have nothing but assassins in your head."

Huai Shi looked at the place and thought of his own mansion—it had a similar style.

"It would be great if we could establish a neutral zone."

Zhou Mingrui glanced around briefly and asked:

"This hotel seems to be the prototype of that one—soon we might get a guest whose dog got killed."

"Keanu Reeves—that's the name."

The two walked in.

About ten minutes later, Nya-ko pushed the door open, and the five of them headed straight to the front desk.

"Four rooms."