Anime Crossover: I Became a Simulator for Girls

Chapter 79 A Mortal Body, Standing Shoulder to Shoulder with Heroic Spirits

[Tokiomi Tohsaka was terrified by your actions and immediately pleaded with Gilgamesh to save your life through the connection between Master and Servant. He was genuinely afraid that if he had been even slightly slower, you would have been killed on the spot.]

[Your shouts drew the attention of the other Servants, but still received no response to your expectations. Just as you were about to give up, a man clad in armor and shrouded in black smoke charged out from afar. Your eyes lit up immediately, and you assumed a fighting stance.]

[Your fighting stance has caught the attention of the berserker before you, who has begun to charge towards you. Tokiomi Tohsaka, who is watching all this through his familiar, hurriedly begs Gilgamesh to intervene, but Gilgamesh is now incredibly curious about just how powerful you truly are.]

Gilgamesh's indifference filled Tokiomi Tohsaka with immense anxiety. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to use a Command Seal to force Gilgamesh to act. After only a brief moment of hesitation, Tokiomi made up his mind. A Command Seal has three strokes, but there is only one Rin Tohsaka.

"In the name of the Command Seals, my king, please save my daughter!" Tokiomi Tohsaka's command was transmitted directly to Gilgamesh's ears through the Command Seals. Upon receiving the order, veins bulged on Gilgamesh's forehead, but his body still involuntarily raised his hand. A golden ripple appeared beside Gilgamesh, and the tip of a long spear was revealed.

[Then, Gilgamesh forcefully suppressed it again.]

The armored knight charged towards you, while the surrounding Servants merely glanced over, waiting to see what would happen. Your fists clenched; the warrior before you was clearly a formidable opponent, and you prepared yourself with utmost seriousness.

Just moments before they collided, Gilgamesh, still bound by his Command Seals, hurled a spear-shaped Noble Phantasm from the lamppost. The spear, about to strike the berserker Lancelot, was skillfully dodged by Lancelot's agility. Lancelot then raised the spear from the ground, turning the once-golden Noble Phantasm completely black.

[Tokiomi Tohsaka, seeing the battlefield through his familiar, paled. This was an enemy who had both offended Gilgamesh and aided his daughter.]

The battle continued. Lancelot gripped his Noble Phantasm and immediately began swinging it at you relentlessly. Your face showed no fear; your physique, honed over years, suddenly swelled, muscles bulging and veins popping, more than doubling in size.

[He sidestepped Lancelot's swung spear, hooking his fist into Lancelot's waist. But as a berserker, Lancelot had lost the ability to feel pain; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit. With a roar, he charged at you again.]

[In your battle against Lancelot, you didn't use a single spell from beginning to end, relying entirely on your physical strength. Even your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who already knew your power, was stunned, and the other Servants were also astonished, their mouths agape.]

Iskandar brandished his long whip, his divine chariot whirring and spinning across the sky, lightning flashing incessantly. Clinging to his weaker Master, Iskandar proclaimed, "I never imagined such a pure warrior would exist in this era! You troublemaker, neither Master nor Servant, would you submit to me, the Conqueror King Iskandar?"

A powerful punch landed on Lancelot. "Your body was born for the principles of the fist; you fight for the sake of fighting, not for anything else." Looking up at Iskandar in the sky, he said, "I refuse, because I will soon be challenging one of you again."

[In the ten minutes of combat, you haven't taken a single hit; every dodge you made was perfectly timed.]

Your fist followed the lines of the armor, hooking directly into the helmet of the warrior before you. With a forceful upward thrust, you flipped Lancelot's helmet to the ground. Artoria, who was protecting Irisviel nearby, paled and exclaimed in surprise at the two combatants in the distance, "Lord Lancelot!"

Artoria's words immediately caused Lancelot, who was still fighting you, to switch targets and rush towards Artoria. Your face showed displeasure; how could you let your opponent escape? You chased after Lancelot, shouting, "Enhance!"

Even if you don't study magic, you possess forty main magic circuits and thirty auxiliary magic circuits. Even without systematic training, coupled with your terrifying physique providing energy, your magical power is incredibly vast. Now, channeling all of it into a single punch, the immense force directly pierced through Lancelot's body, which was facing away from you.

Your arm pierced straight through the Servant's armor and through the Servant's body.

[A mortal body, yet standing shoulder to shoulder with heroic spirits.]

[Your face flushed slightly, not from the joy of victory, nor the fear of killing, but from anger. You roared defiantly at the sky, "Is this all there is to Servants? If I had been even slightly more serious, it would have been over. You people who have been dead for hundreds or thousands of years, have you become complacent after becoming Heroic Spirits? Your fists are as soft as they were when I was five years old."]

[Tokiomi Tohsaka, watching the battle through his familiar, twitched his lips. "Daughter, I know you're fierce, but can you please stop courting death?"]

"I never imagined someone like you could appear in this era. How about I be your opponent?" The Lancer, Diarmuid, said to you, wielding dual pistols. "For certain reasons, I cannot tell you my true name, but that's alright. I imagine someone like you, capable of defeating a Servant with mortal flesh, will surely ascend to the Throne of Heroes."

"Let's settle this with one move. My Master is already impatient," Diarmuid said, wielding two spears in a fighting stance.

Your expression turned serious, and you raised your fist: "Come on!"

Your breathing quickens, your muscles tense. Since your opponent is prepared to decide the outcome with a single move, you can't hesitate any longer. Immediately, push your body to its limit and assume a sprinting stance.

[The next moment, two spears came hurtling towards you. You precisely manipulated your body, using incredible flexibility to weave yourself into the gap between the spears, and punched Diarmuid's chest. The magic-enhanced fist used the precise force of a short-range punch to shatter Diarmuid's internal organs.]

In the blink of an eye, Diarmuid fell.

[Your eyes are filled with utter disappointment. If all Servants are only this good, what's the point?]

[Your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, saw your condition through his familiar. Although he knew you were strong, isn't it a bit too unfair that you're this strong at the age of six? There are only seven Servants in the Holy Grail War, and you took down two in one night. Archer and Assassin are allies, leaving only three opponents. Isn't this pace a bit too fast?]

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"Who else? I'll take on ten more!" you shouted. "Come at me all at once!"

[Only three Servants remained, all historically renowned kings. Gilgamesh, standing atop a lamppost, spoke: "Daughter of Tokiomi, step down. I, the king, will now end the lives of these two self-proclaimed kings and thieves."]

[Tokiomi Tohsaka saw Gilgamesh preparing to fight two Servants one-on-one and a worried expression appeared on his face, but when he thought of Rin Tohsaka beside him, a little confidence returned to his face. This is in the bag! As expected of me, I've eliminated four opponents on the first night. A daughter's achievements are a father's achievements, and so are those of the Servants.]

Iskandar and Artoria, who had been so composed, now wore serious expressions.

[Emiya Kiritsugu was on a distant high-rise building, aiming a sniper rifle at you. But upon seeing the Assassin hiding nearby, he abandoned his aim and issued a Command Spell: "Saber, retreat."]

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Hearing the order to retreat, Artoria nodded. A temporary retreat wasn't a failure, but rather a tactical maneuver. Artoria hurried towards Irisviel's side, but was intercepted midway. You weren't about to let your easy victory slip away, but someone was faster. Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm pierced directly towards Artoria's path.

Countless ripples of treasure spread through the air, and even Iskandar, standing to the side, showed an expression of envy. Gilgamesh said to you, "You mongrel, stay away. This is my entertainment time. Let me see what abilities you mongrels possess that make you worthy of being called kings."

[You ignored Gilgamesh above; in your mind, Gilgamesh was the main course tonight. You chased after Artoria in front of you, your fists flying in a dense, impenetrable flurry. Artoria kept swinging her longsword, and you could immediately see through her crude fighting skills; she was fighting purely on instinct.]

"Such crude memory. Your skills aren't even as impressive as that spearman's. Have you been working on refining your techniques? Weak, so weak. Why are you all so weak?" You sighed in despair, forcing Artoria back with a punch.

"It's all magic. If you didn't use magic, your strength would only be slightly greater than an ordinary person's, and your skills are all based on instinct. Your true swordsmanship is really poor, even inferior to some swordsmanship experts I fought when I was young." You bluntly belittled the Artoria before you.

[Your attacks are incredibly dense. On the other side, Iskandar directly confronts Gilgamesh. The two exchange blows for less than a moment before vanishing from their original positions and reappearing within Iskandar's Reality Marble to continue their battle.]

[Emiya Kiritsugu glanced at the battle, then at Assassin beside him, and finally made up his mind. He used a Command Spell to say to Artoria, "Saber, you may unleash your Noble Phantasm as needed."]

Chapter 80 The Sixth Magician - Physical Magic - Supreme Fist, A Perfect Ending

Upon hearing that she could unleash her Noble Phantasm, Artoria turned to look at Irisviel behind her. Irisviel's Noble Phantasm was far too powerful; if she didn't protect her properly, she risked accidentally catching Irisviel into its range as well—something Artoria didn't want to see.

[But no matter how good her plan is, you won't give her the slightest chance. Your fist keeps closing in. Every action in battle is a manifestation of ability. Artoria doesn't even have a moment to unleash her Noble Phantasm right now; this is a sign of insufficient ability.]

[One punch, two punches, three punches—you pounded all at Artoria's abdomen. The armor formed from magical energy cracked before your fists. Your fists were like Noble Phantasms; if they could be materialized, they would probably become unparalleled Noble Phantasms.]

You truly don't understand why those who have distinguished themselves throughout history are still so weak. Is there really no one worth your full-force punch? You begin to regret why you became so strong. If you were weaker, could you have continuously enjoyed the thrill of fist-to-fist collisions?

[Without realizing it, your punch completely shattered Artoria's armor. Her thin clothing offered no protection against your blows. With just three punches, you had Artoria coughing up blood, unable to even grip her sword.]

[You stared at Artoria beneath you with a mocking expression. You didn't know who she was, but that didn't stop you from thinking she was weak. You said, "A swordsman who can't even grip his sword properly with a 'one-two-seven' grip. What right do you have to be my opponent? You may be famous in history, but in my eyes, you're nothing but a defeated opponent."]

You picked up the longsword from the ground and thrust it towards Artoria.

Just then, a deafening roar echoed through the sky, and Gilgamesh emerged from the gap, carrying a frail young mage. He tossed the mage to the ground and looked at you with a pleased expression. In you, Gilgamesh saw only pure, pure fighting spirit and the unwavering belief in becoming stronger.

[With this alone, you've already surpassed ordinary people by a great deal. Gilgamesh wants to see how far you can go on this path. Just as Gilgamesh was about to reward you with a smile, you threw the still-burning Excalibur at him.]

The longsword grazed Gilgamesh's face, igniting the rage in the king who had intended to praise him: "You mongrel! How dare you treat me like this!"

[You looked at Gilgamesh with the same unwavering sincerity: "I've said it before, I will challenge everyone here. So, Gilgamesh, the oldest king summoned by my father, you have stolen my prey, and you yourself are also one of my prey."]

Gilgamesh's face was incredibly dark. He was just about to praise you, and then you pulled this stunt. He was now truly enraged. The Gate of Babylon behind him unfolded as if it were free, revealing countless Noble Phantasms, all aimed at your location: "You bastard, if you apologize now, I might still leave you a whole corpse."

[Your conversation caused Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was watching everything through his familiar, to darken his face. Looking at the two Command Seals in his hand, he thought, "Your words have already deeply offended Gilgamesh. Now, Tokiomi must choose between you and Gilgamesh. There can be countless Holy Grail Wars, but there is only one Rin Tohsaka."]

"In the name of the Command Seals! Commit suicide, Gilgamesh!" Tokiomi Tohsaka's words reached Gilgamesh's ears through the Command Seals, causing the previously confident Gilgamesh's expression to change. Perhaps because he would never see Tokiomi again, Tokiomi's tone was noticeably less respectful than before.

[“Tokiomi!!!” The words had barely left his lips when Gilgamesh, as if possessed, drew a Noble Phantasm and plunged it into his own chest, a move that instantly filled you with rage. Your sworn enemy, whom you had so easily defeated, had now committed suicide because of a single word from your father. You could not accept this outcome.]

Gilgamesh, having committed suicide, slowly disappeared. The fighting spirit in your eyes subsided, and your gaze swept over the people around you. Saber's Master was now unconscious on the ground, and Rider's Master was clutching a piece of red cloth and weeping. You paid little attention to them, calmly glancing at the overpass and the buildings behind it.

[You know there are people there, but you've already lost interest. Even Heroic Spirits are so weak, so how weak must their Masters be? Heroic Spirits are not such inconvenient beings.]

[Tokiomi Tohsaka has tallied tonight's results. Because of your intervention, five Servants have been eliminated tonight. Now, only Assassin and Caster remain. Assassin is an ally and can't defeat his daughter, so he can be ignored. Now, the only opponent is the mysterious Caster.]

[In the following days, your life returned to its previous routine: practicing punches, practicing punches, and more practicing punches, constantly clashing with Kirei Kotomine's Servants. These frail Servants were only somewhat useful as sparring partners; at least you didn't have to worry about accidentally killing them.]

[Lately, the news on TV has been reporting on serial killers. If it were you in the past, you would definitely have been incredibly interested in these things. But now you're six years old; you've outgrown that childish level. You're no longer interested in those so-called super-serial killers or butchers.]

Your target is the Magician Family; you begin planning your itinerary.

Three days later, Caster appeared, accompanied by a gigantic sea monster. This sea monster was summoned by Caster Gilles Drey using his Noble Phantasm, the Cursed Castle. The appearance of the sea monster greatly improved your mood, and despite your father Tokiomi Tohsaka's objections, you rushed there. Your father also went with you; as one of the three starter families of Fuyuki and the manager of the ley lines, he could not let such a monster go unchecked.

[You saw your senior apprentice, Kirei Kotomine. As the Master of Assassins and a member of the Fuyuki Church, it was his duty to prevent the sea monster from wreaking havoc. He invited you to help fight the sea monster, but seeing such a delicacy, how could you possibly share it with anyone else?]

You declined Kirei Kotomine's invitation, and without a trace of magical energy emanating from you, you walked towards the sea monster. Your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, shouted from behind, "Rin! Humans have their limits! No matter how strong you are, you cannot fight against this monster."

You laughed loudly, without turning your head, and said, "The limit of humanity is that there is no limit! Father, seeing such a monster, I'm really going to be incredibly excited!"

[Your body leaped forward, soaring upwards along the sea monster's massive tentacles. Your fists were like cannonballs, each punch tearing flesh from the tentacles. However, the sea monster possessed an incredibly powerful regenerative ability, and it recovered completely in no time.]

[You were not alarmed but delighted, having guessed that the sea monster's core was hidden inside its body. Your fists clenched and you fought your way through, carving a bloody path. Seeing this, Kirei Kotomine, under Tokiomi Tohsaka's orders, immediately dispatched his Servant Assassin to enter the monster's body and search for the core.]

[Your expression gradually lost interest. You had initially thought this monster possessed formidable strength, but unexpectedly, while its recovery speed was decent, its physique and power were far too weak! Even those so-called Servants from before could likely break through its defenses easily. Such an opponent truly held no interest.]

[In less than ten minutes, you were able to freely exploit the monster's body as if it were empty. A short, emaciated old man appeared before you. Without saying a word, you clenched your fist, threw a punch, and easily ended the last servant.]

The sea monsters vanished. You came full of excitement, but left disappointed. There's nothing to be happy about; they were all too weak.

[With Caster's fall, the Holy Grail absorbed the magical power of six Servants and began to operate. The jet-black Great Grail appeared before Kirei Kotomine, Tokiomi Tohsaka, and you. Kirei Kotomine had no wish to fulfill and chose to give you the opportunity to make a wish.]

"Then, Holy Grail, hear my wish, grant me an opponent I can never defeat!" You spoke your wish to the Holy Grail, but strangely, it did not respond...

After a long pause, the Holy Grail replied, "Your wish exceeds my capabilities."

You paused for a moment, then continued, "Then, within your capabilities, conjure up the strongest opponent for me!"

As you finished speaking, the Holy Grail began to change. Countless streams of black mud surged from it, and a giant mass of slime slowly began to take on a human form. In the end, the black mud transformed into a person who looked exactly like you.

You throw a punch at the person in front of you, but only one punch.

[You, invincible as ever, have won again. Feeling bored, you suddenly sprint into the distance, venting your frustration. After fulfilling your wish, the Holy Grail transforms into black mud that flows across the earth. Your father, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly joins forces with Kirei Kotomine to set up a magic array around the area, thus stopping the spread of the black mud.]

The Holy Grail War has ended.

[Your performance in Fuyuki was reported to Clock Tower headquarters by Kenneth El-Melloi, the ninth head of the Archibald family and the Lord of the Spellcasting Department of the Clock Tower. You were designated for sealing, and the Clock Tower began issuing a warrant for your arrest. You were not afraid; instead, you felt a little strange about it.]

At age 7, you left the Tohsaka family and began a life of wandering. Every month, your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, would send money to a fixed account to support you. Your younger sister, Sakura Tohsaka, became the heir to the Tohsaka family's magic. Your mother missed you dearly, but you also kept in touch by phone from time to time.