As the supreme god, I choose to watch movies in the multiverse.

Gilgamesh's tone was calm, as if what he had just said was a matter of course.

This one sentence completely caused the live chat to explode.

.........

Padofelis (Paradise): "Hey, hey, hey, did I hear that right? That golden guy said that Ellie is his possession."

Eden (Paradise): "Padoo, you heard me right. It seems... I'll have to go there myself~"

Aponia (Paradise): "Please...help this child return to the Throne of Heroes."

Kosmo (Paradise): "..."

Alicia (Paradise): "Wow! Everyone cares about me so much!"

Thousand Tribulations (Paradise): "Boring."

King of Heroes: "Hmm? How come there are so many names I've never seen before?"

Conan: "A...Alicia? How did she end up in the comments?"

Alicia (Paradise): "Because...it's fairy magic~"

With the appearance of Alicia in the comments, the entire comment section became lively, and no one cared about Gilgamesh's outrageous statement just now. However, a certain white-haired, thin-faced boy did remember the name Gilgamesh.

Everyone in Paradise may not have the chance, but if he does, he will definitely let Gilgamesh feel the warmth of the Skyfire Greatsword...

Chapter Fifteen: The Unexpected Appearance of the Berserker, the Continuation of the Holy Grail War

Just as the barrage of comments became a frenzy because of the appearance of Paradise Alicia, the light screen image continued.

As Gilgamesh finished speaking, Alicia felt goosebumps all over her body. With that tone and that style of speaking, were you sure you were the King of Heroes and not some street thug?

However, Alicia didn't have a chance to refute Gilgamesh, because... something unexpected happened...

A dark, raging torrent suddenly surged out from the other side of the warehouse, sweeping towards Alicia and Gilgamesh—or rather, Gilgamesh, as Alicia was also affected.

The image on the light screen suddenly changed its style.

The camera shifted to a strange insect lying on a high platform, and the insect's compound eyes reflected the situation of the Hero King.

Then, the picture changed again, and a man wearing a hood was in the shadows, with most of his face hidden in the shadows, and only the lower half of his face appeared in the image.

People could clearly see that the exposed part of the man's face was very white, and the left side of his face up to his neck had bulging blue veins, which made him look extremely hideous and terrifying. The blue veins even seemed to be slowly wriggling, which made people shudder.

Then, the man revealed a villainous grin: "Kill him! Berserker!"

He was full of malice and hatred, as if the Hero King had stolen his wife.

The next moment, as Alicia and the Hero King were talking, a dark figure emerged from the other side of the warehouse.

The tall, broad-shouldered man was completely covered in armor. However, it was unlike Saber's tightly fitting silver armor or Archer's luxurious gold armor.

The man's armor was black. It had no elaborate decorations, no polished sheen.

Like darkness, an extreme black like hell. Even his face was covered by the helmet. Deep within the helmet's narrow gaps, only the piercing light emanating from his eyes, burning like wildfire, could be seen.

Servant, that's for sure. Even if it's just a Servant. What kind of Heroic Spirit possesses that ominous figure?

The Black Knight lacked the "radiance" that the Servants who had already appeared possessed. Artoria, Dimurd, Iskandar the Conqueror, and the golden Archer standing atop the lamppost—each possessed "nobility." This was something they could boast about as Heroic Spirits. The legends created by the admiration and aspirations of the masses, and the honor they brought, were essential elements for them to become "noble fantasies."

However, the newly emerged Black Knight lacks those elements. Instead, his appearance resembles that of an assassin.

The darkness swirling around the black armor must be "negative magic".

So, it's more appropriate to call him a vengeful spirit or something similar, rather than a heroic spirit...

"...The King of Conquerors, did you invite him too?"

Lancer kept a close eye on the Black Knight, but still teased Rider in a flippant tone. Rider frowned upon hearing this.

"As for the invitation, I feel like there was no room for negotiation with that guy from the very beginning."

The black knight exuded nothing but pure killing intent. Even the whirlwind generated by his magic sounded like a resentful groan, sending chills down one's spine.

Berserker, everyone knows him. That aura, filled with deadly intent, can only evoke images of a frenzied Heroic Spirit.

Although Berserker's appearance was somewhat unexpected, the priority was to understand Berserker's strength. With that in mind, the King of Conquerors asked Waver beside him, "Kid, just how powerful is that Servant? What is the level of his magic?"

When Rider asked Webber this question, the short Master simply shook his head blankly.

"...It's impossible to determine. It's simply impossible to determine."

"What? You're a Master, aren't you? You should be able to tell where someone is strong and where they're weak, right?"

Once a Master forms a contract with a Heroic Spirit, they are granted the ability to see through the stats of other Servants. The Holy Grail War invites Heroic Spirits to participate, but only grants this special ability to Masters. Substitute Masters like Irisviel cannot possess this ability.

Waver, Rider's official Master, can compare the abilities of Rider with other Servants and then formulate strategies to steer the battle in his favor. Waver now has a grasp of the power levels of Saber, Lancer, and Archer, but—

"I can't tell! That black guy is definitely a Servant, no doubt about it. But I can't tell anything about his status or anything else."

Hearing Webber's pathetic explanation, Rider frowned and stared at the Black Knight again.

The black armor revealed no distinguishing features or personality; nothing hinted at the identity of the person dressed in black—no, it was more accurate to say that the more you looked, the less clear and blurred the image became.

Rider wasn't the only one who felt this way. Saber, Lancer, and Irisviel of Overwatch all noticed it too. No matter how intently they observed, they couldn't quite make out his face.

Looking at Saber blocking her way, Irisviel was somewhat worried. Compared to the previous Holy Grail Wars, the number of Servants appearing in this Holy Grail War was far beyond expectations.

At this moment, Saber felt that Berserker in front of her looked familiar, as if he were someone she knew. However, Berserker had not yet shown any of his Noble Phantasms or strength, so Saber could only silently observe the situation. She needed to protect Irisviel.

Berserker, this strangely-looking black knight, what is the purpose of his appearance here? No one can say for sure. The situation is simply chaotic beyond repair. If it were a meticulous Master, in such a chaotic situation, they would never allow their Servant to risk everything.

.........

The appearance of yet another Servant has made the comments section lively once again. Speaking of which, so many Servants have appeared in this Holy Grail War so quickly, and most of them have already revealed their true names. Who said that Servants in the Holy Grail War should hide their true names?

Isn't this a case of absolutely no one following the rules? Of the five Servants present, only this Berserker, who just appeared, hasn't revealed his true name yet.

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "I can't see through it. Is it a Noble Phantasm that hides its strength or true name?"

Eriri: "Is this the Berserker? It doesn't seem like it can communicate at all."

Conan: "This is too outrageous. His appearance makes the whole art style stand out from the surroundings."

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Is it because of the light screen image? Maybe it's because we're in completely different worlds, so... the signal is a bit weak?"

L: "No, it's not a problem with the light screen image, but that's how he's always been. Perhaps it's related to his identity."

Kurumi Tokisaki: "This is getting more and more exciting. On the first night alone, five Servants have already appeared. Now only Assassin and Caster are left."

Chapter Sixteen: When the Streetlight King Lost His Streetlights

[The screen displayed images of everyone watching the Black Knight's every move with suspicion and vigilance, except for one person: Archer.]

His bloodshot eyes showed no wariness or worry, only a pure killing intent as he looked down at the Berserker beneath him.

"Ononone, ononone! How dare that scoundrel in the shadows ambush me, the king!!!"

With gritted teeth, Gilgamesh's murderous gaze fell upon the attacker.

The Black Knight, not to be outdone, stared at the golden figure standing atop the streetlamp with a chilling gaze, which greatly angered the King of Heroes. Alicia was one thing, at least she was a rational being, but now a mad dog that only barked and bit dared to look him in the eye.

People of lowly status have lowly and filthy eyes. For people of high status, it is an unbearable humiliation to be looked at in this way. Now, for Gilgamesh, the rude Berserker is even more unforgivable than the self-proclaimed king Rider.

Enraged, Gilgamesh summoned dozens of Noble Phantasms in that instant, his eyes filled with boundless fury and murderous intent as he looked at Berserker: "How dare you bare your claws at the King, even so disrespectfully attacking him! How audacious! Mad dog! Let your death quell my wrath!"

Accompanied by a cold declaration, guns and swords flew through the air together, just like when they first faced Alicia.

To recklessly throw out such an important Noble Phantasm like a pebble, Gilgamesh is truly extravagant.

The destructive power was still enormous; the road surface was blown up as if a bomb had exploded, and asphalt turned into dust that flew everywhere, covering all vision.

However, an unbelievable scene unfolded: for some unknown reason, Berserker, the target of the Noble Phantasm, showed no sign of collapsing.

Everyone was stunned. The Servants present knew that it would be almost impossible to stand against a barrage of Noble Phantasms on their own without a well-chosen defensive Noble Phantasm. But the scene before them was completely unexpected.

Berserker first stretched out his left hand to grab the first flying spear, and then, with his right hand holding the sword, he swung the spear and sword with both hands, deflecting the Noble Phantasms that came flying in one after another.

Berserker's tactical skills were not only refined but also dazzling. Although he had taken the Noble Phantasm from Gilgamesh, Berserker used it without the slightest awkwardness. The Noble Phantasm seemed like an extension of his hands, and he wielded it with complete freedom. It looked as if he were wielding a treasure he had used for many years and cherished dearly.

Mysterious Heroic Spirits, powerful Noble Phantasms—just as Irisviel had foreseen, this Holy Grail War would far surpass the previous ones...

"This Berserker... possesses unimaginably exquisite martial arts skills." Even in his berserk state, this Berserker's martial arts skills should not be underestimated.

Upon seeing the opponent's defensive posture, which resembled that of Alicia, the Conqueror King and Dimurd made their judgment almost instantly.

During his lifetime, this man was undoubtedly a knight renowned for his martial arts skills. To be able to achieve such a level of skill even after losing his mind is truly rare in the history of knights.

In the vacuum of silence, amidst the swirling dust, only Berserker stood firm. The warehouse, the streets, and everything else around him had collapsed. The Black Knight gripped his battle axe in his right hand and a single-edged scimitar in his left. His remaining Noble Phantasms lay scattered at his feet or embedded in the rubble. Not a single one had pierced his black armor.

Berserker casually raised the two remaining Noble Phantasms in his hand—without any preparation—and hurled them at Gilgamesh.

Perhaps there was no clear target, or perhaps the throw wasn't intended to hit anything, but the axe and scimitar struck Gilgamesh's foothold—the lamppost! The scimitar hit the center of the pole, the axe struck near the top of the ball, and the lamppost's iron pillar shattered like butter.

The ball on the streetlamp, split into three parts, struck the ground with a thud and collapsed. Gilgamesh, unharmed, was the only one standing on the ground. Long before the iron pillar shattered, he had leaped and landed nonchalantly.

"Mad dog... how dare you force me, who should be looked up to, to stand on the same land as you!"

No, Gilgamesh's nonchalance seems to be merely the perception of outsiders.

At this point in the battle, Gilgamesh's rage had reached its limit. Deeply etched between his brows, the raised wrinkles transformed his handsome features into a menacing expression.

"Your blasphemy against me is enough to kill you a thousand times over. You bastard there, I will annihilate you."

Gilgamesh was consumed by rage; his eyes burned like crimson lotuses as he glared at Berserker and roared. A swarm of weapons appeared around him again, distorting the very fabric of space…

At this moment, Gilgamesh was about to get serious, otherwise, if this battle continued, even some random nobody who appeared out of nowhere might dare to provoke him.

This king, whether facing Alicia or in his recent battle with Berserker, never truly used his full strength. His arrogance prevented him from going all out against any opponent.

.........

Conan: "What? Even at this point, he's still not using his full strength? Is this King of Heroes out of his mind?"

Eriri: "I'm starting to think that he's not so much the King of Heroes, but more like a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

Kasumigaoka Utaha: "It's more painful to make him take it seriously than to kill him."

L: "He is a king who is arrogant to the extreme. His arrogance will eventually ruin him."

The Fallen Black Cat: "Although, I still don't know what kind of monster this berserker is, that he can actually fight to a draw with this... uh, chuunibyou king."

Bishop of Destiny: "Regarding this, I think... our Miss Artoria should know."