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

"Now that I've accepted Mika's request for help, I must do my best to prevent things from getting out of control."

"Alright, time to get ready. Next, we'll summon the Heroic Spirit as instructed on the invitation. See you later!"

The two went their separate ways. Unbeknownst to either of them, in the shadows, Scott's legs were trembling, and his tongue was firing like a machine gun.

"This...this...this person is...a wanted criminal, cough, Potio?!"

This guy is a million times more terrifying than any executive in the opposing department! The Sea Patrol Ranger really is the type to gamble his head on a game of roulette without a second thought!

What's more, this guy is known throughout the game world for his deep-seated hatred for the Market Development Department.

His voice, now deep and resonant with fear, trembled as he pleaded, "Mr. Audi, could you... could you revoke his qualification? Letting a wanted criminal participate in the Holy Grail War is far too dangerous... What if he wishes for the entire company to die? We're doomed!"

[Potio: Huh? There's such a way?]

[Star: Is this the company's mindset? Highly efficient, extremely highly efficient.]

[Employee A: Holy crap!]

The company's frontline employees were devastated.

They were inwardly cursing: Commissioner Scott, why are you daydreaming in a place like this? This is just reminding him!

Now that you can revive indefinitely thanks to that lousy drink, what are we going to do?

Although the advanced Fate Walkers didn't trust the Holy Grail at all, it was still a mysterious and powerful thing to them.

[Potio: But... ha, they're lucky. Even if the Holy Grail truly possessed that power, I have absolutely no interest in indiscriminately showing favoritism to the innocent.]

[Employee A: Mr. Youxia, you are so righteous! My admiration for you is like a never-ending river... If Youxia didn't refuse to pay social security, I would have joined them too.]

[Cú Chulainn: Wait, your reactions are strange! What is this "indiscriminate pampering of the innocent"? You all seem to take it for granted?]

Inside the light curtain.

Old Emperor naturally did not choose to revoke Potio's eligibility.

Scott then ordered hunting dogs to be sent out to give the wanted criminal a good beating.

Old Aude then turned him away, citing Potio's status as a hero who had twice saved Pinocchio.

He then took the initiative and, after questioning the members of the market development department of Botio, found out that Botio was specifically targeting them.

He laughed heartily and carefully "advised" her, "Hehehe~ Isn't this the perfect opportunity for you to avenge your colleagues? Do your best to win and bring this arrogant cowboy down!"

Given Old Emperor's legendary, idol-like status among financial tycoons, a little bit of concern and high expectations he showed to his subordinates often had an excellent motivating effect.

Scott felt somewhat flattered, and thinking about Greedy and his Noble Phantasm, he inexplicably became bolder.

"Sigh, sigh~ (suddenly agrees through gritted teeth)! Don't worry, Mr. Otti, let alone a mere Potio, as long as the traps and schemes are well prepared, even Louis Fleming is nothing more than... a lamb to the slaughter! Hehehe (forced smile)..."

"Good! Good! Good!" Old Emperor praised repeatedly, "Ho ho ho ho! Your ruthless methods remind me of my younger days!"

[Star: Scott, why don't you just kick him so hard he falls to his knees and immediately become Old Man Ortega's godfather?]

[Sai Fei: Let Louis Fleming go. Besides, what has Scott done to old Auder?]

[Fireworks: Normal. After all, this is the expectation someone of this caliber has for you. It's like a robin's die-hard fan suddenly having his hand grabbed by the robin, and then seeing that big star wriggling and pitifully pleading, "Ah~ Fury is so scary, can you help me kill him?" Even if he can't kill him, he still has to grit his teeth and say yes.]

[Sunday: ...A robin wouldn't do that.]

He felt that the masked fool was implying something about him, but he didn't have solid evidence.

……

Scott took a deep breath and looked at the last television screen.

The surveillance footage showed the interior of the Starry Sky Train, where a tiny, furry creature was diligently cleaning.

Pam, wielding her broom, suddenly spotted a piece of paper. Her expression darkened. "Which passenger littered like this again? When I catch him, I'll make him copy the train hygiene rules a hundred times!"

"Hmm? Pinocchio's first Holy Grail War... invites the Star Train to participate? Star Passengers might be interested in something like this, joining in the fun."

[March 7th: That was close! Did Pam almost throw him in the trash?]

[Star: It's okay, I'll flip it back.]

Pam thought for a moment, then changed her mind: "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be here anymore. Perhaps we should hand him over to the March and Danheng passengers—wait!"

He cried out in alarm, shouting in great pain, "Why is there graffiti on Pam's hand?!"

"Wipe...it's not clean? Who played this prank?"

Scott was utterly bewildered, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Tsk, this is utterly upside down! Animals from the Star Train are actually qualified to compete...?"

This is a joke, isn't it?

[Pam: Who's the animal, Pam!]

[Star: How dare you! How dare you talk about the train conductor like that? He's clearly a mascot! If you keep spouting nonsense, watch out, Pam will unleash her ultimate anti-villain weapon—Train Impact!]

[Pam: ...Star passenger, you shut up too, Pam.]

"Mr. O'Di," said Greedy, "would you like me to handle this first?"

Old Man Auer didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a little bit of entertainment: "No need~ Isn't it interesting to have contestants like this participate?"

It's fine if he doesn't need it; anyway, his greatest wish is about to be fulfilled. Greedy took a deep, blissful breath.

"Ah~~ The stage is set up, and the characters have all taken their places. However, Master, for both of us, this Holy Grail War seems to have some underlying concerns."

Scott's eyes sharpened: "This time, our competitors are no pushovers."

“No,” Greedy said with a meaningful smile, “I mean… looking at the backstories of these characters, they can be mainly divided into three categories: those who compete with your department (Gold Dust), those who have personal grudges against your department (Potio), and those who are your personal sworn enemies (The Nameless One).”

"In other words, from a narratological perspective, every participant we've identified so far will target you immediately."

[Yao Guang: We're surrounded by enemies, besieged on all sides.]

[Star: Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. Old Ao Di really knows how to choose guests.]

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk tsk, he's going to fight ten people too? What is this? This is definitely protagonist treatment! No wonder he's my favorite character, Lone Wolf; his life is just one epic battle after another!]