Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Star: Now that you mention it, it's a real waste that the light screen didn't reward him with anything like a master-level ventriloquism performance.]

"Hehehe! Kid, shut your honeyed lips for a moment."

Old Emperor laughed heartily and advised, "What I value isn't the emotional impact you bring me. I invited you to join because I hope you'll give it your all and become a [Survivor]."

[Star: Huh? Well, I guess I'll have to take a good look at my armory then.]

[Huo Huo: This is no different from letting the tail devour Huanlong, is it?]

[Fireworks: This old Auerbach must have incredibly good luck with investments... It's a miracle he hasn't lost so much money that he has to cut off the ball on his head, bundle it with the pool paddle, and sell it to buy steamed buns! He's definitely not telling the truth; there's definitely something else going on.]

"Uh-ha, hahaha..." Scott chuckled dryly.

When it comes to flattery, this business tycoon is far more ruthless than him.

Let him fight those monstrous Fate Walkers head-on... Does he look that reckless?

"Mr. Otti... I am certainly delighted to have your appreciation!"

"But in the end," he said sheepishly, pointing to his little finger, "I'm just a nobody, a nobody in the company. I heard you've always disliked the company, haven't you? So, why did you choose me?"

[Star: Because you're so entertaining. Tell me, can you find another person in the entire universe who's as entertaining as you?]

[Hanabi: Huh? It really is!]

[Rin Tohsaka: ...This is truly the most casual way I've ever heard of someone qualifying for the competition.]

[March 7th: Is he finally showing some self-awareness this time? The previous two times he directly started mocking me.]

[Qingque: After all, judging by the timeline, they've probably learned about the little animals twice by now. Once is never enough; even if you're furious, you can't ignore reality. Like me, I say I don't want to go to work, but when the alarm rings, I still have to get up, right?]

"Hmm." Old Emperor was quite satisfied with his sobriety.

Remaining calm in the face of great temptation is an essential quality for becoming a winner.

Since that's the case, he didn't mind revealing some of the truth to him: "I sent invitations to the shareholders and heads of the Pinocchio family, welcoming them to join this Holy Grail War. Some responded, while others scoffed, treating my carefully arranged party as a business gimmick."

"It seems that a life of comfort always dulls the ambition of big shots, but it's different for small fry."

He looked directly into Scott's eyes; the old man's eyes were somewhat cloudy, but once serious, they remained sharp and piercing. He coaxed, "Child, please repeat to me the wish you intend to make to the Holy Grail."

[March 7: Could it be that Scott has some particularly amazing grand ambition?]

Scott immediately stood at attention, patted his trouser creases, and declared with high spirits, "I, Scott, aspire to reach the high position of P45 (Headquarters Officer) in the company!"

Old Emperor laughed heartily: "Ho ho ho! What a vulgar wish! You haven't even thought about sitting on equal footing with someone as important as [Diamond]..."

[Star: I was just thinking the same thing. Isn't this still going around in circles with the idea of ​​"fame and fortune"? And if I remember correctly, aventurine, pearl, and topaz are all P45, right? This wish is too simple.]

[Employee A: Where is Pu Shizai?]

"But..." Old Emperor said with satisfaction, "Compared to nonsense like 'I hope for universal peace,' this is a truly down-to-earth and touching dream!"

[Star: That's not true. I genuinely wish for universal peace; I have absolutely no hypocritical thoughts!]

[Fireworks: Oh well, what can we do? Little Gray, you really have to save the world! Whoever has the guts is the one who's worried.]

Scott clasped his hands together reverently before his chest: "So, can the Holy Grail really grant my wish?"

Old Emperor said decisively, "Of course it's true! Child, the Command Seals branded on your hands have proven your qualifications. You have also summoned a Servant and witnessed his power."

Scott was greatly encouraged.

The thought of the incredible rise to power after making a wish made him sound even more naive: "After all, this is a dream. Ice cream and wine bottles can talk, musical instruments play automatically. The Holy Grail that grants wishes, historical figures who come back from the dead... it's not too surprising."

[Cú Chulainn: This guy has such a "comedic talent." I feel like being his Servant would be incredibly unlucky.]

[Star: Among those Servants, who has consistently had the worst luck and the most unfortunate life?]

[Red A: Hmph, that's a good question.]

[Cú Chulainn: ...]

His face darkened, and he clutched his heart with a troubled expression. He looked lazily into Scott's eyes, then suddenly opened them wide.

No way...

……

Scott was briefly smitten, but quickly regained his composure.

There's one question he's been itching to voice.

"More importantly, if the Holy Grail is real, Mr. Otti, why would you share it and hold this kind of... program?"

"I mean, if it were me, I would have kept quiet and made a fortune long ago, and secretly made my own wish."

"Hehehe!" Old O'Connor laughed louder than ever before. "That's a good question! Let me test you, Scott."

"For an old man who has lived through ten Amber Ages, survived countless conspiracies and struggles, has an inexhaustible fortune in his bank account, and has also climbed to the summit of Pinocchio..."

"...What other wishes in life absolutely must be fulfilled?"

Scott scratched his head.

How could he possibly guess that? He wasn't even a P45, so how could he possibly understand Old Auer's state of mind?

He guessed, "...More money and power? Who would complain about having too many of those things? I don't know. Just tell me, Mr. Audy."

"Hehehe, your guess is pretty close, kid."

Old Audi's eyes gleamed with shrewdness and greed: "How could you possibly grant me such a mere wish?"

[Star: So you're planning to make two more wishes?]

[March 7th: Is this what you wanted to wish for?]

Old Emperor's cloudy eyes burned with burgeoning ambition: "I will transform the Holy Grail War into a new form of entertainment for Pinocchio—meeting deceased historical figures, summoning them as Servants to fight for me, and ultimately realizing my long-cherished dream!"

"Pinocchio will have another major event attracting global attention, besides the Harmony Festival. Countless sums of money and dreamers will flock here, far more than ever before!"

"And in this first Holy Grail War, which serves as a demonstration, nothing is more compelling than the story of a minor character's wish coming true, understand?"

[Star: Got it, it's just hype.]