Chapter 590: Fatal Wound

A calm, unhurried smile hung on his face—though paired with his disheveled appearance now, it looked somewhat comical.

"I know everything, my friend."

His voice was set very low, low enough to carry a strange magnetism, and together with those deep eyes, it truly had a hint of a "worldly sage" vibe.

Bai Hang was fooled by him and instinctively took a step back.

Sha Jin spread his hands, his posture elegant as if attending a high‑class banquet—if he weren't covered in rags.

"As for who I am—"

He opened his mouth, about to say that name.

"Boom—!!!"

The wall at the doorway suddenly burst apart!

Countless shards of stone and dust surged in like a downpour!

A pink silhouette shot out of the dust, speed astonishing— it was a Pink Horse, and on its back sat a gray‑haired girl, who held a long spear blazing with golden Flame, the spear tip bearing a wildly writhing Q-version Little Person!

The Q-version Little Person twisted while emitting a strange cry:

"Gugu gaga—! Gugu gaga—!"

The sound was high and thin, like a small creature whose Tail had been stepped on.

The next second, the Pink Horse slammed its hooves to the ground, the whole body leapt into the air, smashing through the ceiling and charging toward the higher floor!

Shards and dust rained down with a clatter, obscuring every view.

When the dust cleared, Bai Hang stared blankly at the gaping hole, then looked around— the gray‑haired girl, the pink horse, and the Q-version Little Person had all vanished.

She blinked.

Just now... that was A Xing?

It was too fast, so fast she couldn't see clearly, only a pink silhouette rushed in, rushed out, then was gone.

Right, what about that filthy guy?

Then she heard a faint moan.

Bai Hang turned her head; the guy who had just been posing there was now collapsed in the corner.

The wounds on his body seemed to have multiplied—those splintered stones mercilessly struck him, making it worse.

Bai Hang's mouth twitched.

"That... are you okay?"

Sha Jin lifted one hand, waved it, and forced a smile onto his dust‑covered face:

"No problem... just a trivial fatal wound."

Bai Hang's mouth twitched, her gaze falling on his leg— the leg was already broken, now twisted at an even stranger angle.

Blood seeped from the wound, spraying onto the wall with a "sizzle" sound.

"Uh... I'm bleeding."

Sha Jin lowered his head, glanced at his sizzing, bleeding leg, then at the shocking bloodstain on the wall, and was silent for a second.

Then he raised his head, still keeping that smile:

"It's fine, tomato juice, I accidentally pressed it."

Bai Hang: "..."

She watched the blood spray farther, already reaching the wall three meters away, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Sha Jin also stared at the blood, his smile a bit stiff.

At that moment, a violent tremor came from afar.

Golden light and black‑red light flashed from outside the window, the whole building shuddered, and more shards fell from the ceiling.

Bai Hang hurried to the windowsill and looked outside.

The Divine Lord's black‑red Corrosion marks deepened, and the lights were gradually devouring its golden body.

Giant Fox stood nearby, raising the Black Greatsword high, ready to strike again.

Bai Hang's heart rose to her throat.

"Lancer…"

From behind, Sha Jin's voice came:

"Hey."

Bai Hang turned her head.

Sha Jin leaned against the wall, and a complex glint flashed in his dirty face's eyes.

"You should leave quickly."

He said, "Looks like those two guys are about to reach this side. From where you are now, if you don't leave it'll be too late."

Bai Hang froze for a moment, then frowned.

"Then you…"

Sha Jin smiled, his smile showing fatigue and helplessness, yet no fear.

"Me? That's all I am."

Bai Hang looked at him, a complex emotion welling up inside.

This person, though inexplicable, though covered in wounds, though just now was showing off, now…

"Forgot to mention," the guy suddenly said, "I have another identity."

He raised his hand, and golden light suddenly emanated from his palm.

A golden weight materialized out of thin air, hovering above his palm, rotating slowly.

Warm light swirled on the weight, dazzling especially in this ruin.

"I am the Archer of this Holy Grail War," he said, his tone light, "Sha Jin."

Bai Hang widened her eyes.

"You—?!"

Sha Jin didn't look at her, only at the huge golden figure outside the window.

"I'll help you deal with that black fox."

Bai Hang was completely stunned.

"Why? I don't know you at all!"

Sha Jin turned his head, looked at her, and the corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Nothing, I just want to make a friend."

He paused, then added:

"And to be honest, I'm tired. After fighting so many battles, escaping death so many times, I just want to finish quickly now and go back to get a good sleep. Whatever the Holy Grail War, whatever the Servant Master, it doesn't matter anymore."

Bai Hang looked at him, at a loss for words.

This filthy guy, clearly already in such a miserable state, was still smiling.

Yet somehow there was an indescribable… coolness about him.

He really is a Heroic Spirit.

She inhaled deeply and nodded.

"Alright, friend."

Sha Jin smiled, this time his smile was a few degrees more sincere than before.

Bai Hang gave him one last look, then turned around and leapt out through the shattered window.

She darted between the buildings, the wind whistling at her ears, her steps never ceasing.

At the same time, she sent a message to Jing Yuan via Command Spell:

"Jing Yuan, an Archer will help deal with that fox; he's… a friend."

The Command Spell side was silent for a second, then Jing Yuan's voice came, with a hint of surprise but mostly Calm:

"Understood."

Perspective shift.

Sha Jin leaned against the wall, watching the chaotic battlefield outside the window.

The golden Divine Lord and the black‑red Giant Fox, two silhouettes tangled in the night sky, each collision triggering violent shockwaves.

He watched those lights, those explosions, those forces that could destroy everything, and suddenly found it somewhat Absurd.

He felt like a spectator, sitting in a cinema, watching a movie unrelated to himself.

Except the seats in this cinema were a bit hard, and they were leaking blood.

Sha Jin lowered his head, glanced at his leg still spurting blood, and his mouth twitched.

"Tsk, this tomato juice really can spray."

He lifted his head and kept watching outside.

The two silhouettes drew nearer and nearer, about to strike this building.

He could feel that terrifying pressure, could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling.

But he didn't move.

He just leaned against the wall, watching the chaos.

"It really feels like a movie," he muttered, "a movie of individualism."

And he is the protagonist.

Though this protagonist is a bit tragic.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, the laughter echoing in the empty room, mingling with the outside roar, making it especially eerie.

As for that so‑called reward?

Heh.