Chapter 540

【Matou Zouken: "This is... this is the Third Holy Grail War of Fuyuki City! That's right, there's no mistake, the old man clearly remembers that this Servant appeared back then!"】

【Emiya Kiritsugu: "All the World's Evils... Angra Mainyu, the Servant summoned by the Einzbern family during the Third Holy Grail War! But why, why did he become All the World's Evils?!"】

【Tohsaka Tokiomi: "In other words, the reason the Holy Grail cannot function normally is because of this Servant? Could this Servant be the source of all evil? To think he could even pollute the Holy Grail!"】

【Orochimaru: "I'm actually more curious about what exactly this Emiya Shirou has been through; he looks miserable just by looking at him."】

【Jeanne d'Arc: "This gentleman... how could this be!"】

Fate World

Fuyuki City

Countless mages widened their eyes, finally able to know the reason why the Fuyuki Holy Grail was broken!

A sense of self-mockery could not help but arise in everyone's hearts.

How ridiculous; the Holy Grail they risked their lives and families to fight for had long since deteriorated, yet they knew nothing about it, even fighting until they were battered and bloody.

If it weren't for this screen, they would probably still be thinking about obtaining the Fuyuki Holy Grail until the day they died.

So what exactly happened in the Third Holy Grail War!

What exactly did this guy named Angra Mainyu do to ruin the Holy Grail!

Across the Myriad Worlds

Everyone was equally curious; this Emiya Shirou seems truly different.

Not just his appearance, but even his temperament is completely different from the previous Emiya Shirou.

If the previous Black Archer could be called an inverted hero, then this one probably has nothing to do with heroes at all!

Angra Mainyu? Everyone revealed a faint smile in unison; this child must be very interesting~!

At the same time, the screen was filled with pitch-black and blood-red colors.

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——In the first year, telling stories of hatred for someone.

In the manor, the boy ran, his face carrying an unrestrained smile; he had always grown up in a happy environment.

Although the family was not wealthy, his father and mother loved him dearly, and his siblings got along well.

Waking up very early every morning, following his father to the forest to hunt, and then returning to the village with the day's food.

This was the boy's insignificant, yet incredibly fulfilling world.

This work continued for more than ten years without change; the boy grew into a young man, and his father remained that ordinary father.

Hunting, trading for grain, the day-after-day life continued; the young man would spend an unchanging life just like his father, until dying in loneliness.

Although the young man felt some dissatisfaction in his heart, he also knew clearly that time would grind away blood and pride, and all unrealistic things would be worn away by time.

The young man lived quietly in the village; this was a poor mountain village, and no matter who it was, they lived ordinarily.

The other villagers also always treated the young man as a friend.

Just like this, passing an ordinary life—

It should have been like this...

It should have been like this...

But why did it turn out like this?

In a pitch-black cave, the young man was nailed to the stone wall; his face carried paleness and a youthfulness that had not yet fully faded, but what was horrifying was that his right eye, which had been quite bright, had now become a pitch-black hollow.

Fresh blood flowed down the corner of his eye, and shocking flesh remained in that hollow.

The world he saw was no longer colorful, but blood-red and pitch-black, so profound that the boy's body trembled.

The initial nightmare—without any warning...

Walking out of the house as usual, entering the forest, greeting those passing by, but receiving no response.

Then the boy was surrounded by villagers, and then bound.

First was the right eye...

The ritual proceeded steadily, no matter what, as if he were a demon.

The villagers who first learned of what happened to him sighed, felt disgust, felt anger, and decided his treatment.

Compared to fear, there was greater confusion; why do this? Did he do something wrong? Why was it him?

"Damn demon! Damn demon! Damn demon!"

In the crowd, the angry voices of the villagers echoed in his ears; the young man was puzzled, the demon... where is it?

"That's it, as long as there is breath."

His hands were severed.

His feet were cut off.

Amidst the hatred of the crowd, only the form of his hands and feet remained.

As punishment for a life that was not affluent, his whole body was subjected to punishment commensurate with the crime.

"Cut off the tongue too! Endure it and you won't die," a familiar voice scolded angrily.

The tongue was cut off... amidst the curses of that familiar voice, the young man's whole body was covered in filth.

Retaliation for threatening my life, responding to their dissatisfaction with his whole body—

"Look! This demon actually!"

His personality had long been extinguished, his emotions collapsed along with the pain brought by physical damage, and his reason crumbled along with the sadness of his dignity being trampled.

Just like this, not knowing how much time had passed, being tortured like this, continuing.

Not even a moan could be uttered; his throat was filled with rotten branches, his tongue was cut off, and his vocal organs could no longer make a sound because of the screams of the night.

But the angry shouts still had not ceased; those he knew and those he didn't were all cursing him; there was no need for reasons like justice, because they had correct moral concepts.

Endless torture; in this cave that saw no light, he tasted every kind of torture.

Monstrous blood-red color surged; hatred called out to hatred, and the pain that transcended fear and confusion turned into hatred!

But this hatred, who should it be vented upon...

Why was it him, stop, please stop, save me, but the desperate babbling could not be spoken at all.

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【Tatsumi: "No... they were all from the same village, why do this kind of thing!"】

【Uzumaki Naruto: "What do these people want to do! Why on earth did they torture him to this extent! Even his father...! Are they really human...?"】

【Enma Ai: "Where is there any need for hell? Isn't hell right here?"】

【Himejima Gyomei: "Amitabha, how could it be like this, how could it come to this!"】

【Kumoko: "This... are these people crazy from being bewitched by an evil god?! Otherwise, why would they suddenly do such a thing for no reason!"】

【Gabriel: "Hehe, so that's it, Angra Mainyu; I was wondering how someone could have this name; it turns out it was to bestow an evil upon someone."】

【Lelouch: "All the World's Evils... to think it would be in such a way, how ridiculous."】

【Aizen: "Such an extreme existence, in the end, who is the evil one?"】

Across the Myriad Worlds

Some viewers had already guessed part of the reason; at this moment, the two keywords "All the World's Evils" and "Angra Mainyu" had already stated the reason.

Combined with everything this ordinary and plain boy suffered.

Everyone already had the answer in their hearts, but the vast majority of viewers were still confused at this moment; they didn't understand what had happened at all.

Why would they torture this boy so much for no reason, and keep saying he was a demon?

Could it be that the villagers were really crazy?!

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When the answer was discovered, it was already destined that he had become a true demon; there was no reason to become a demon, and choosing a sacrifice did not need any reason.

Choosing a sacrifice... that kind of thing, anyone would do.

There is no such thing as someone who has always done bad things and is hated by people, and it is not that there is no such thing as someone who has always done good things and is alienated by people.

There were no eye-catching features, only ordinariness, so he was chosen.

To prove the goodness possessed by people all over the world, he was burdened with the sins of the whole world by the villagers under the name of the evil god Angra Mainyu.

So-called ordinariness is the rule that defines evil!

In that village, in order to endure the day-after-day hard and poor life, customs were necessary.

"Our lives have never improved; there must be a culprit."

This is an unsolvable problem; the hearts of people who cannot be saved need an object to vent this resentment, a sacrifice named "Evil"!

No need for more words, just to satisfy their own momentary desires, they trampled on the humanity cultivated over decades.

Living in this world, one's value is not to become someone else's thing; after understanding this, he decided what he should hate. ===== CHAPTER 542 =====