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

Gallagher raised an eyebrow.

These were the words he said when he was in Pinocchio, when his identity was being meticulously revealed on Sunday, and that guy broke down... well, they weren't exactly kind words.

[Hanabi: Wow~~ Chicken Wing Boy, you're not going to send Little Lone Wolf to his funeral, are you? No way, no way! Your sister only lost her voice, but Scott gained pleasure!]

【Sunday:……】

boom!

Sunday was filled with a deafening roar. Although the realm of silent theater hadn't unfolded in reality, he felt as if the entire world had lost its sound.

[Sunday: Fool, stop trying to stir my emotions with your cunning tongue. I will not be blinded by such low tactics! As for Scott, I will make him pay the price sooner or later!]

[Fireworks: Got it~~ Hehe, I'll shut up now.]

[Star: Ah...didn't we agree not to fall for their tricks? But speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen such a dignified old Japanese man.]

March 7th: Calm down, it's Sunday!

[Scott: I'm going to *&*%*&*! What are you doing? Don't come any closer!]

[Cú Chulainn: No, is it really that serious?]

[Rin Tohsaka: Oh... so you're a super siscon.]

[Robin: My brother... he shouldn't have made a mistake like the Dawn Team in a moment of impulse, right?]

[Saifei: It's hard to say~~ But then again, did Scott really develop this field just to indulge his protagonist fantasy, with no real value and just pure emotion?]

[That summer: Theoretically, there's absolutely no way that's possible. Hah~~ But if anyone could be 100% sure he was right, they might as well just book an appointment with a psychiatrist at Tree Garden.]

The group was puzzled by the strange sight before them.

Then Saber said, "Moreover, everyone, I have a question—is it possible for non-primate Heroic Spirits to be born in the history of this world? For example, GG cards, or television sets or something."

The robin paused slightly at the question, then thought for a moment before replying, "If it's an omnic... it's not impossible. But GG cards and a television...?"

This question comes out of the blue.

Saber pointed to the group in front of them: "So, who is this guy up there...?"

A television set, which appeared out of nowhere, is now facing away from everyone with its smooth back.

The magical television set made a strange "creaking" sound.

A clear look of speechlessness flashed in the robin's beautiful eyes: "It looks like a trap no matter how you look at it..."

Saber also suggested that it would be best to retreat first: "If this is just a smokescreen, the real enemy is probably hiding nearby waiting for us to take the bait. Let's get away from this dangerous place first."

The group agreed and, without much hesitation, turned and left.

But just before they were about to step out the door, a cold force forcibly pulled them back to their original positions, and then a familiar voice reached their ears.

"You think you can just walk away once you've stepped onto Lord Scott's territory? No way!"

The group turned around.

Xing patted her ears in confusion: "Why is a dog barking?"

The robin blinked. "That name sounds familiar..."

"Scott? Is he the company representative who's famous for his bionic ventriloquism performances?"

Star's eyes widened, and she exclaimed dramatically, "My God, Scott has really struck it rich! Even a big star like Robin knows your name!"

I could vaguely sense some kind of emotional fluctuation starting up, and I guessed that Scott was about to burst out laughing.

Xing crossed her arms and chuckled, "...Okay, I told her. I sometimes chat with my friends about the strange and wonderful things I encounter on my travels!"

Scott did not answer.

But the brief silence between them was enough to express all the helplessness and anger of this old acquaintance.

[Fireworks: Oh my~ Little Grey, you're so mean, hahaha.]

[March 7th: Why does it feel like... it's the same move that Sand Gold Scout used?]

[Gold Sand: Perhaps this should be called great minds think alike.]

[Star: It's not that old tricks are bad, it's that bad they won't work. If it's effective, then of course you have to use it to the fullest!]

Scott admitted defeat in the verbal battle. He immediately started using tactics.

The old television set turned around, wobbling and making noise. But unfortunately, it was a silent film, and no one could hear the hissing sound of the static.

But the figures displayed on the television screen were crystal clear!

Potio?

Xing's eyes widened: "You're on TV, bro!"

The impatient voice of the wandering swordsman came from the television: "What time is it? You're still worried about this?"

"Watch out for his servants! That kid has turned this place into—"

Greta's voice descended, ruthlessly cutting off Potio's communication: "Supporting characters without voice acting shouldn't waste the audience's time with so many lines."

"Act!"

The image was replaced by a movie cover-style picture. Only three lines of text were visible in the center.

The Silent Three-Act Play, Part One

Midnight Chainsaw Fantasy

Lead actor: Scott

[Star: Huh? What exactly did it get modified into? Portio, Pam? It's just a few words off, tell me already!]

[Hanabi: Sigh~ I knew it. The guy who gets stabbed always dies before he can even say the killer's name. When exactly is this Grady from? This plot is so tired and unoriginal.]

[Feixiao: Has the silent film realm finally revealed its true form? Portio and his two companions are no weaklings either, yet they fell for it so easily?]

[Potio: Holy crap, is this the power boost from native Servants? This Noble Phantasm is just too weird! Damn it, why weren't we so lucky!]

[Gold Sand: Sigh~ Regional discrimination is unacceptable.]

[March 7th: Doesn't anyone care about Scott starring in this...?]

A flash of light appeared before my eyes, and my vision returned to normal.

Xing found herself in the lobby of a hotel that resembled a daydream hotel.

The subtitle, titled "Director's Cut Audio Track," provides her narration: You wake up in a closed room, the hissing of the television is the background music of death.

Xing turned her head slightly, and beside her, Sand Gold was looking at her with a half-smile.

What are you doing here?

Sand Gold said, "Scott sent a fraudulent text message to Mr. Potio in your name. And then nothing happened."

Xing's brows twitched: "This bastard doesn't even change his moves."

"I'm more concerned about something else than that nobody—" Sand Gold said, half-seriously and half-jokingly, "Where did he take our Servants? Splitting up in a horror movie is a big no-no, let's figure out the current situation first."

The director's cut audio track promptly narrates the background of the silent film's story: "You are a group of employees of the Interstellar Peace Corporation..."

But the two had no interest in Greedy's arrangements; instead, they were drawn to a voice behind a door.

Saber ran into an old acquaintance next door.

"Even you, Archer, can be fooled."