Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

For example, because they couldn't swim, they simply walked across the water.

For example, because he was struggling with how he should appear, he spent three whole days in the tomb with Gabriel figuring it out before he was resurrected.

For example, if you feel very hungry because you can't afford to eat, you can suddenly conjure up wine and bread, but if you want to eat something nice, you can't conjure up anything at all.

"I just felt it was really necessary, and then I suddenly realized I could do it! That's roughly how it felt."

Tsugumi thought about it for a while and then decided to give up. Forget it, there's no point in reasoning with someone from a comedy film set like this!

Whatever!

After thinking it over, Tsugumi decided that it would be more comfortable not to think about it.

If you can't figure it out, don't force it; it's bad for your health. Anyway, the fastest way to solve a problem is always with violence—Master Red Gorilla's wisdom guides me!

Tsurugi wanted to share half of his banknotes with Saint Jesus, but the Jerusalem otaku swallowed hard and shook his head in refusal. Tsurugi could treat him to a meal and let him stay in his rented room, but he wouldn't accept sharing the money.

Although his own business was foolish and often resulted in him being chased and beaten by the police, he only spent the money he earned.

"Speaking of which, what exactly are your plans for this Holy Grail War?" Tsugumi asked, seemingly casually.

Saint Jesus stopped what he was doing and said with a serious but somewhat comical expression.

My answer is—leave it alone!

"Look, those Servants who are fighting for that Holy Grail all have to fight each other, right? But as long as we do nothing, they won't be able to find us, will they?"

"If we do nothing, can't we stay until the end and avoid fighting? Then when the time comes, can't I return to my original world?"

Dongjiang looked this Saint Jesus up and down, marveling at his extraordinary wisdom!

"What if I want the Holy Grail?" Tsugumi asked with interest.

"How about I make one for you?" Jesus blinked.

"Forget it, even if I don't want it, people will still die in this war eventually. If that's the case, what would you choose?"

“I cannot stop human conflict; faith will only become another cause of human conflict. Teachings will not work either. Even the Buddha once tried to teach them to stay away from conflict, as it is their natural right to freedom.”

Saint Jesus shook his head and said calmly

“I will do my best to try to save the innocent from being crushed by the desires of those who are fighting, but the consequences of the wars born of desire are the result of their abandonment of good deeds and their own depravity.”

Only now did Tsurugi feel that the Saint Jesus before him resembled the Holy Son he had seen before.

The Saint Jesus before us is not a god, not the Triune Son, not the future Messiah.

He stood there primarily, or rather, entirely, as a human being. As a mortal who had performed miracles, as the son of a carpenter.

No matter which world, Teacher Da Ye is always a good person at heart. Tsurugi shrugged with a smile, then suddenly looked towards the door and said with a playful expression.

"But if other Servants come to kill you, you can't just offer your neck for slaughter, can you?"

"Sigh, but I really don't know how to fight," Saint Jesus said, scratching his head.

"Should we try to ask if we can get in touch with Mr. Michael?"

"You try it first, I'm going out to check... When I come back, let's go to the public bathhouse together, it's been a long time since I've had a sauna." Tsurugi said as she stood up, opened the door, and went out.

The sky outside had completely darkened, with only a few dim streetlights struggling to cast fragmented light. Dongjiang walked for a while until the air was filled with the damp, earthy smell before stopping at a crossroads.

"This is a residential area, after all. Wouldn't fighting in a place like this violate the principle of secrecy of the master behind you?"

Tsurugi suddenly looked at the empty space, her voice clearly piercing the night wind and reaching the shadows.

The air, the atmosphere, the shadows shifted, and soon a figure draped in a black robe appeared.

"Hassan? No, that's not right."

Tsugumi sized up the new follower. It was unmistakably a woman, slender, shrouded in a large black cloak, the hood pulled low, obscuring most of her face. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, her back slightly hunched, and she exuded a sinister and restrained aura, seemingly blending into the night. Even so, Tsugumi's gaze still managed to catch a glimpse of her face.

Her jet-black pupils were lifeless and pure, her skin pale, devoid of any normal human emotion, yet possessing a fanatical obsession. This attire undoubtedly indicated she was an ASS-ranked individual, but she lacked the white bone armor mask that Hassan possessed, and among those whom Tsugumi seemed to know, only…

"So it wasn't Hassan, it was that loser." Tsugumi chuckled, looking at the 'Shit-Piercing Intruder' in front of her.

"So, the one who summoned you must have been that old bug. Did you kill him or what?"

The writhing shadow was completely exposed to the sunlight, yet she remained completely silent throughout.

But a bottle of wine, a familiar bottle of wine sold in Dongjiang, rolled over at his feet.

Looking at it, Tsurugi narrowed her eyes slightly, then looked up and said...

"So this is your reason for coming to kill me?"

"I seem to remember you guys refusing to acknowledge him? What, you're acknowledging him now—"

A thin, black blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, instantly reached Tsurugi's eyes!

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 39. Black Orcs vs. Mad Believers (Fourth Update)

In terms of combat, Tsugumi is undoubtedly a true 'rookie'.

To date, he has never engaged in any actual combat that can be called a battle; for him, each fight is merely a different way of torturing and killing.

Killing and fighting are two completely different things; you can't confuse smurfing with ranking up.

Therefore, there is no doubt that the Type-Moon world was indeed a 'trial' for him.

Especially after he summoned a Servant who offered him no help whatsoever.

He never placed his hopes on the 'miracle' of Jesus; from beginning to end, he could only rely on himself.

Did she feel fear? No, even though she was isolated and powerless in this world, all Tsugumi felt was anticipation for the new world and the new game.

But in the end, that was just a pretext before the crisis actually arrived.

Now, danger has finally arrived.

The assassin's speed far exceeded the limits of human vision. One second she was standing in the shadow of a streetlamp ten meters away, the next she was right in front of Tsugumi. Her right hand, fingers together, formed a knife, aimed straight at Tsugumi's heart—the simplest killing technique, yet made deadly by its speed and precision.

At this moment, Tsurugi's template is the third human template. Although the addition of various general skills has made his overall quality reach the peak of humanity, he is still a mortal.

So he didn't try to dodge; he knew he couldn't escape.

The instant the blade pierced his skin, he crushed the blank Astartes card in his hand.

The familiar feeling returned to my body once again.

Skeletal restructuring, strengthening, muscle tearing, regeneration, heart, organs appear out of thin air, and then a rearranged nervous system!

This damn blank Astartes card was supposed to be a blank template to replace himself, but it feels more like an Astartes was forcibly created from his body!

This time the pain was far more intense than before, and in addition to the pain, a large amount of information flooded into his brain!

Those fragments of memory did not belong to him; these fragments of will carried many combat techniques, which even the death of their master had not taken away—

【持械LV5】技能熟练度+1、【格斗LV5】技能升级为【格斗LV6】、【持械LV5】熟练度+1……

His panel displayed a plethora of information about general skill acquisitions, which convinced Tsugumi that he had won a medal.

Was he just incredibly lucky? Or does this card actually adjust the prize pool based on the enemy's target and his own objective?

never mind

All he wants now is to kill!

He absorbed the memories and experiences this template brought him like swallowing dates whole, and also consumed the anger within them.

When the assassin felt a sense of crisis that seeped into his bones and quickly retreated, the one who stood up was no longer an ordinary mortal.

It was still an Astartes, all-black power armor, white hood and fabric, with a cross symbol on its shoulders and under its skirt.

He held a black power sword, wore a golden laurel wreath on his power helmet, and then a golden iron halo.

Tsugumi drew a champion swordsman from the Black Templar, a Grand Marshal of the Black Templar!

Tsugumi didn't know his name, nor did he know if it was Sigismund, but the indomitable spirit and soul of this champion swordsman after his death also sent these memories to him.

The fanatical Astartes clash with the fanatical assassins.

This card really does always seem to come at just the right time.

His right hand darted back and grabbed precisely the assassin's wrist, the one holding the knife. The movement was so natural, as if he had known all along that she would be there and that she would attack from that angle.

The assassin decisively abandoned his dagger, twisting his body like a fish, and lashed out with his left leg like a whip, kicking towards the champion swordsman's side of the neck. This strike was powerful enough to break a reinforced concrete pillar.

Tsugumi blocked the kick with her free left hand. She didn't parry; she simply raised her arm, letting the kick strike her forearm armor. The impact produced a dull metallic sound, and the assassin felt a groan of unbearable strain on her leg bones.

But she didn't stop. Confirming that the opponent's armor was sturdy, she used the reaction force to spin in the air. With her other hand, she drew a second dagger soaked in deadly venom from her waist and thrust it straight at the gap in the champion swordsman's helmet visor—the only weakness she had identified.

The river finally moved.

He released the assassin's wrist, not out of coercion, but to free his hand. When the dagger was still five centimeters from the goggles, his right hand had already gripped the assassin's neck.

It's not pinching, it's holding. Like an adult holding a baby's arm.

Then he slammed it down hard.

The assassin was slammed to the ground. The concrete pavement cracked and sank, forming a shallow crater two meters in diameter. The shockwave shattered the glass of all windows within a five-meter radius.

If it were a human, this would have turned them into minced meat.

But she was a follower, and the hardness of her body was undeniable. Moreover, in the instant before the impact, she used some technique to make her body as soft as cotton, dispersing the impact throughout her body and using the momentum to roll away. Even so, she still spat out a mouthful of blood, her face slightly pale.

"heresy!!!"

The battle had raged on until now, and the assassin finally spoke. The words that came out from beneath the black veil were filled with the hatred and murderous intent of a fanatical believer towards a heretic!

Therefore, he had already identified the true identity of the assassin who appeared in front of Tsurugi.

Fanatics, or what are commonly known as fanatics

A member of the Assassins, an assassination order, he was originally a rival to the nineteenth Hassan, also known as the Hundred-Faced Hassan. In order to achieve this goal, he devoted himself to learning and mastering the divine powers held by the previous eighteen leaders.

Her talent was unparalleled, except for the unique existence of the first Hassan. However, because the elders feared that her outstanding talent would lead to her elimination by a conspiracy, they tricked her into believing that she was not firm enough in her faith. As a result, she became even more devout than before and eventually died in obscurity.

Theoretically speaking, such an unknown person is not qualified to become a follower, but since the book is retconned here, it doesn't matter at all.

Her strength is undeniable; as an assassin, she possesses more Noble Phantasms than most Servants—theoretically, she can recreate the Noble Phantasms of the first eighteen Hassans through her Noble Phantasm, Zabaniya.

However, he is by no means a suitable Servant for the Holy Grail War. He and Ramses II can be considered paragons of those who die when summoned.

Because she is a fanatic, stealing the Holy Grail is an unforgivable blasphemy in her eyes! Magicians are also damned heretics in her eyes, so the first thing she does when she is summoned is to kill her Master, and then attack all other Masters without any reason.

As for why she set her sights on Dongjiang... the reason is obvious.