[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic":3,"chapter-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-619":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1884543,2503,"Chapter 619 - 619 – How About a Bet? (Part One)","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-619",619,"\u003Cp>Support me and be 30 chapters ahead of webnovel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FDraco_\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every 5 Patreon memberships I receive, I'll release 15 chapters all at once. Your support means a lot to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Victory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tense Emiya Shirou and Tohsaka Rin leapt to their feet in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from them, George cast a glance at Illya and caught the sneer curling on her lips—mocking, utterly devoid of concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew at once that the Berserker she commanded would not fall so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it made perfect sense. Illya's Berserker had fought using only his immense physical strength so far, never once revealing a Noble Phantasm. It was impossible for him to be defeated that simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Heroic Spirit possessed a Noble Phantasm. The fact that he hadn't used it yet only meant the battle hadn't forced him to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He dodged, but he's seriously hurt! We've won for sure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Shirou and Rin could finish celebrating, their eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—how is that possible?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very last instant, Heracles twisted his body midair, barely avoiding a fatal slash to the neck. Instead, the blade tore across his chest, carving a wound so deep the bone was visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an injury would have long since killed any ordinary man—and even for a Heroic Spirit, it should have crippled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as Saber stood with steady breath, certain of victory—as were her two allies—the impossible happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heracles rose again as if nothing had happened, the gaping wound closing before their very eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Berserker is immortal,\" Illya said coolly, setting down her teacup. \"Even if all of you attack him together, the result will be the same—you'll die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was calm, detached, as though she were speaking of the weather. The killing intent behind her gaze had faded, but the arrogance remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since that's the case,\" George said with a faint smile, \"how about we make a bet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illya's brows lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bet? On what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On who wins in the end,\" George replied. \"If Artoria triumphs, you'll willingly transfer your Command Spells to me—making Berserker my Servant as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the teapot on the table lifted of its own accord, pouring fresh tea into Illya's cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, she didn't pick it up. Her crimson eyes locked onto George's face instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want my Berserker? You already have a Saber—don't you think that's a bit greedy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And besides, no Master has ever controlled two Servants at once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That may be true for others,\" George said lightly, \"but I have my own ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only do I want your Berserker, I intend to claim the Servants of all five other Masters as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I prefer to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. If possible, I'd rather reach my goal through a fair exchange—peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, none of you need to die for the sake of the Holy Grail. In the end, wouldn't that be a good thing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his cup of green tea, taking a slow sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calmness of his words sent ripples of shock through everyone present—not only Illya, but Rin and Shirou as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never imagined George would speak so casually of claiming every Servant for himself… and winning the Holy Grail War that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You certainly know how to talk big,\" Illya scoffed. \"Fine. And what if you lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was mocking—but the next moment, she shot to her feet, eyes wide in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because George's answer was completely unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I lose,\" he said, \"then when the Holy Grail is removed from your body, I'll ensure you survive—and restore you to a normal human life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illya froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the vessel of the Grail. When the war ended, so would her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she somehow managed to survive the separation, George could tell from the state of her reconstructed body—it wouldn't last more than a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Illya's death was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to him, such a problem was trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extracting her soul and crafting her a new body—he could do that with a wave of his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you say? How do you know that? Are you telling the truth?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several strands of Illya's silver hair detached, morphing into white storks midair—then shifting again into countless blades of light, each one aimed at George's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You'd better tell the truth,\" she hissed. \"Or I'll kill you right here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to doubt me,\" George said softly. \"I only speak the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I'm not mistaken, this time, the Holy Grail is your heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed toward her chest. The moment he activated his Qi Flow and Devouring Magic, every sword of light disintegrated, reverting to silver hair that drifted harmlessly to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also,\" he added with a smile, \"your magic doesn't work on me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Illya's pupils contracted. Her most powerful spell—neutralized as easily as that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come here prepared to capture or kill Saber's Master if Heracles failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, it seemed she had walked into a trap instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, if this man truly knew that her heart was the Grail, then perhaps—just perhaps—he really did have a way to save her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Illya sat back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine,\" she said finally. \"I'll take your bet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her consciousness reached out to her Servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Berserker—go berserk completely!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heracles roared in response. His magic surged, turning blood-red as he descended into absolute madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, both his strength and speed skyrocketed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Artoria's situation turned dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In that case,\" she whispered, drawing a deep breath, \"I'll end this completely!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her armor shattered under Heracles' blows, a gash splitting across her waist—but she managed to dodge the next lethal strike and retreat just far enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one move left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excalibur—Sword of Promised Victory!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden blade in her hands flared to life, its brilliance flooding the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swung down, and a colossal sword of light—stretching for dozens of kilometers—descended from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night sky turned white as day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At her peak strength, and knowing this mirror world would not affect reality, Artoria unleashed everything she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heracles tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to run—the radiant blade consumed everything within several kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heracles vanished, reduced to dust. Half of Fuyuki City itself seemed cleaved in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What power,\" George murmured, a trace of approval in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded slightly. To be honest, if his current strength hadn't been so great—or if the mirror space hadn't been reinforced—Artoria's attack might have shattered it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-10T06:47:30.551Z",1,"novelbin.me","b2c2a98d035f1169f1c6709c4a10e767168aaad37928cc5f029574049d94a77c","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-682","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-681",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-cover.jpg"]