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

"Unfortunately, you are not worthy of being the super villains of Metropolis."

Looking at Siegfried scattering at her feet, Chiron, now unable to fight any longer, and Achilles in her hand, Tsurugi sighed regretfully.

"Are you kidding me...you monster?"

The dying Achilles looked at the river and said with difficulty.

Sister, you're absolutely right! This monster is terrifying!

As everyone knows, he's nicknamed "Heel" because he's practically invincible except for his heels. This translates to his Noble Phantasm, "Hero's Unharmonious Flower," on the Servant stat panel.

However, this monster, without using any divine power, simply punched him in the chest and shattered his Noble Phantasm!

This is terrifying! For the first time in his life, Achilles suffered a psychological trauma!

Tsugumi carelessly left the "Add Oil Knight" aside; he was indeed very disappointed!

In the Superman comics, the villains who can fight Superman would almost all be overpowered if placed in other cities, because only those whose stats match Superman's would be qualified to do evil to him.

Unfortunately, even though Tsugumi didn't use any of the powers from other worlds and fought them solely as a Servant she had just created in this world, the outcome was still obvious.

Ugh, I should have suppressed my power. Maybe I should have used that historical anecdotes panel from the beginning...

Ha, how could that be? Those kinds of unofficial histories should be kept in Akaishi! He couldn't stand them for even a second!!!

Not to mention that he might not even be able to protect his own younger brother, who could be incorporated into some pseudo-god servant by those amazing screenwriters. How the hell can I tolerate this?

Anyway, I'm just here for target practice, purely to test the results. There's no need to force it to be entertaining.

We gave them so many chances to go easy on us, and they still couldn't even get into the second phase – that just proves they're too weak!

Tsuruga approached the dying Mordred. Out of respect for Morgan, Tsuruga spared her from being the first to go, but it seemed Mordred didn't appreciate it at all.

"You bastard, what exactly is your relationship with that witch...?"

Mordred gasped for his last breath and said with difficulty

"...Your stepfather?" Tsugumi stroked her chin and tilted her head.

To be honest, he really did plan to go back to his own world to see what was going on, fill in the gaps, spend some time with people, and then go back to continue his mythological career.

"Heh, so it was..." Mordred's face showed a mocking smile, but before she could finish speaking, she had already returned to the Throne of Heroes.

Dongjiang continued forward, and this time, what blocked his way was—Georgios.

Looking at him, Tsurugi revealed a somewhat nostalgic expression, after all—he had once used him as a keyword to summon Michael to possess him and drive away Lucifer.

"Stop here, Saint of the Lord!" Giorgios shouted.

He noticed it before anyone else, and even though his Master behind him was urging him, Saint George truly and clearly felt it.

— Beneath the fabricated exterior and the so-called true name mistakenly attributed to him by others, the malevolent follower before us hides the identity of a true saint.

Most importantly, his Noble Phantasm, "Sword of Mighty Slaughter and Blessing," allows him to ward off all those with malicious intent and a desire for harm, yet it shows no reaction to the being before him.

"Since you know I mean no harm, why are you stopping me?" Tsurugi asked with interest.

"If you know that all my works are good and what the Lord has promised, why do you stand in my way, saint?"

Joltius looked conflicted. It would have been better if he had descended as a Ruler or even a Lancer, but he was a Rider, which made him lean more towards the knight than a saint.

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"It is my duty; perhaps I cannot comprehend your greatness." Giorgios took a deep breath and held his sword before him.

"I will do my duty faithfully and defeat me with your invincible power. I only hope that your good deeds will continue as before."

Tsugumi smiled. He didn't say anything, but in the time he wasted on unnecessary words, he had already had a Servant prepare his Noble Phantasm.

"The performance has begun, let's give it a thunderous roar! Ah, enjoy this moment to the fullest! Applause is my life!"

Having barely dodged a barrage of area-of-effect attacks since the start, Shakespeare suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly...

"The moment of opening has arrived; let's give it a thunderous applause (First Folio)!"

The next moment, the scenery around Tsugumi suddenly changed. He found himself in the sky, with a dazzling and terrifying sunrise overhead, followed by the voice of Shakespeare.

"Look, son of the sun god, this is the most glorious and the most desolate moment of your life!"

"How much remorse, inner turmoil, and agony would you feel if you killed your own father? Show me, this is a comedy of suffering, a tragedy from heaven!!!"

Shakespeare's excited voice came from all directions, and that was the effect of his Noble Phantasm!

As a writer-type Servant, Shakespeare, like his contemporaries, was almost entirely incapable of combat. However, unlike his contemporaries who possessed overpowered Noble Phantasms, his Noble Phantasm was quite unique.

A stage artifact that forces the world to follow the script and perform the story. It has the same coercive power as a Reality Marble. Under certain conditions and with the cooperation of the external environment, it can give the actor playing a certain role his own will. With his obsession with the target, he can use his will to erode the world and reproduce the soul of the target.

However, this Noble Phantasm only affects the mind and has no effect on the body. Simply put, it traps a person in a dream-like environment, then exposes and mocks their inner traumas, or thoroughly criticizes them, causing them emotional distress. The more confident one is in their physical abilities, the more easily they fall into this Noble Phantasm.

Tsugumi's absolute confidence in his physical body also drew him into this Noble Phantasm.

Shakespeare wrote and excavated the scene in which he killed his own 'father'.

The sun in the sky roared, followed by the sound of a man crying in anguish.

"My son, Phaethon! Your father has failed you, and perhaps you will kill me for it, but you must understand my love for you..."

"Let's go to Chishi."

Tsuruga casually rushed forward and delivered an elbow strike, instantly blasting the sun god in this spiritual world into pieces!

In the instant the sun exploded and scattered, turning into countless sparks that fell into the sea, Shakespeare's voice was instantly stuck in his throat.

"How could that be? How could you feel no remorse?!" Shakespeare exclaimed, almost in a fit of rage.

"The son of the sun, filled with remorse for killing his father, transformed himself into the sun to atone for his sins—that's how it should have been!!!"

“I understand. Novelists like to add their own interpretations, especially by digging up contrasting elements to increase plot conflict,” Tsurue said, picking her ear and looking at Shakespeare.

"Finding the shining points in scumbags and then looking for flaws in heroes. This isn't a question of values; it's just that this kind of writing creates tension in the plot, right?"

"I understand, I understand completely. Writing novels is indeed very difficult, especially when you have to try to find something new in stories that others have already written to death."

In fact, after reflecting the heavens, he has been the subject of many literary works, which is why his image is frequently altered in various creations.

One moment he's a great hero who saves humanity and defies the gods, the next he's an unfilial son who's jealous of his father's brilliance and wants to kill him, and there's even something that tries to get him into a homosexual relationship.

Just as this British writer slandered Joan of Arc as a witch and a prostitute, he also attacked the son of hope who murdered his father from this perspective. In one of the plays he co-wrote, he portrayed him as a despicable villain who was jealous of his father's glory and wanted to take his place.

But Tsugumi considers herself to be both the origin of her mythology and the moon, which is her territory—and unfortunately, she only has one image in both.

Man! What can I set?

“I don’t mind you making up my anecdotes—well, I do mind, I really do! So Uncle Shakespeare, how about I offer you a taste of fundamentalist Greek mythology?”

Dongjiang looked at Shakespeare, a sinister smile spreading across her face, and then—

“Hey, Young man!!!”

Shakespeare found himself trapped within his own Noble Phantasm, unable to escape. He then looked around at the thirty Hermes, twenty Apollos, ten Poseidons, and one Zeus gathered before him.

"Quack, don't come near me!!!"

The world-renowned playwright was surrounded by the gods amidst his pitiful screams.

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As for what happened next, Tsugumi didn't watch, but anyway, the Noble Phantasm was deactivated, and a lifeless Shakespeare returned to the Throne of Heroes with a memory that was hard to define as precious.

But at the same moment Tsugumi recovered her reaction, a devastatingly powerful artifact suddenly descended.

“Suriye, please see the truth. There is no more condemnation on the battlefield. My father, please forgive me. Unprecedented and unparalleled, O sun, submit to death (Vasavi Shakti)!”

As the son of the sun god in the sky exchanged his golden armor for the spear of Indra, the chief god, stripping and dismantling it, the son received a single blow.

An EX-rank anti-god Noble Phantasm, or rather, an anti-human Noble Phantasm. It is a single, deadly spear composed of lightning, capable of defeating even gods!

It originates from the story of Karna and Arjuna, the son of Indra, fighting each other. As a father, Indra was worried that his son would not be able to defeat Karna, who possessed invincible golden armor. Therefore, he disguised himself as a Brahmin and begged Karna for the armor. Even though he knew it was a trick, he still stripped off the armor and gave it to Karna.

His noble character, worthy of the name of a hero who bestows charity, led Indra to gift him his own lightning as a present; this is the story of the Noble Phantasm.

Of course, this is also a standard lunar history, but considering that even the Indians themselves have made many adaptations to Karna, such a controversial and dramatic tragic figure, and his strong anti-caste sentiments, it is inevitable that his image has become increasingly lofty in later generations.

"What a respectable hero," Tsugumi said, looking at Karna in the sky.

"Then I will reciprocate with the same respectable approach."

"Shazam!!!"

boom!!!

The next moment, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck him, a sight that invigorated the many magicians watching from behind.

"It's here! This Servant's 'Noble Phantasm'—a Noble Phantasm that allows the power of the gods to descend upon him!"

The magicians unanimously believed that this was Tsugumi's Noble Phantasm, but because he was so corrupted by the concept of superheroes, he went mad and turned him into the so-called Shazam's Noble Phantasm.

Oh well, as long as they're happy. For Tsuruga, this doesn't even count as his second-stage power.

This time, he abandoned all the superfluous amplification from the gods and only wanted one of them—Zeus's thunderbolt!

The lightning he had once wielded and used to strike Hera down gathered in his hand, and in that instant, it seemed as if countless flashes of light from the heavens were converging in his grasp!

If someone from Chaldea were here, they would surely be spouting some grand, god-like thunderbolt, but all Tsugumi has to do right now is give Karna, this respectable hero, a magnificent funeral.

Karna's armor crumbled and peeled away inch by inch, turning into flames that condensed on the divine spear. The broken seal also caused the dark clouds in the sky to be completely dispersed!

"Isn't it kind of funny?" Tsugumi said teasingly, looking at Karna who was about to finish.

"Two sons of the sun god, yet both used the power of Thor to fight each other?"

"I really wonder what Surrey and Helios think. Of course, they probably wouldn't dare to object..."

Karna did not speak. He gathered all the heavenly fire and lightning in his hand and unleashed the attack downwards, collapsing all the power in his body!

Meanwhile, Tsurugi threw the thunderbolt in his hand into the sky!

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769. Copper will diminish my strength! (Trying not to laugh)

Lightning and lightning, thunder and thunder

The two sons of the sun god simultaneously used the power of Thor to engage in a life-or-death duel.

As the two bolts of lightning from the God-Kings exploded in the air, it was as if the fate of the lowly God-King of the lowly mythology was being decided. The power of the two bolts of lightning was enhanced to an unprecedented epic level!

Time seemed to stand still.