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

Scott was ecstatic: "An endless stream of power is surging through my body, splitting me apart!"

"One Scott, two Scotts, three Scotts... Hey hey!"

His voice suddenly changed abruptly, and he cried out in pain, "The back of my head is so itchy! Ouch~ I have two stuck in there."

[Star: Ka... my dog, you're a comedic genius!]

[Qingque: It's like a good horse with a good saddle when paired with Greedy. I used to think the matchmaking system for company employees teaming up with Pinocchio was pretty amazing. Now it seems perfect.]

[Firework: @LittleGreyHair, is Scott your dog? Well, rounding up, you're practically a patient's family member. Mr. Scott had over a thousand puppies in one litter, leading to a difficult labor and massive hemorrhage. We can't save the mother, we can't save the babies, and we can't save the babies, so father and son won't be safe. Please make a decision quickly.]

[Star: What? Father and son can't be safe?! I don't want either of them!]

[March 7th: I don't want either...father and son...I...I have too many things to say, I don't know where to even begin.]

Scott: I...!

Greedy quickly cleared his throat: "Master, lines! Recite your entrance lines!"

Countless television monsters flew out of the television like meteors, and the Scott cartoon portraits on their screens were many times more cruel and distorted than the previous mass-produced models.

He raised his hands to the sky, and in an arrogant tone, recited a melodramatic line: "Fear me, mortals! In your shadows, in your dreams, behind you, I am everywhere! Now, I, the master of the wolves, the thousand-faced Scott, will tear everything apart!"

His screen spewed flames, instantly turning the spacious room into a sea of ​​fire.

Experiencing an unprecedented surge of power at his command, Scott excitedly shouted, "I have seven ways to kill you all, seven ways!"

[March 7th: Huh? It seems like two are missing, right? What was the original movie line again?]

[Star: Whatever. Saber, Robin, Miss Note, and I were eating hamburgers and singing when Scott suddenly set us up. Lone Wolf, we have to fight, no choice! Besides, he actually came towards me. Saber, charge with me!]

[Saber: Okay! Hmm? Master, shouldn't you be protecting yourself?]

All sorts of Scott monsters swarmed in from all directions.

"Let me show you what it means for quantitative change to lead to qualitative change!" Jealous Scott smiled wickedly and charged forward first.

The wolf's curse, the wolf's rage, the wolf's overtime... all sorts of skills bombarded the room.

Fortunately, Xing and his crew were not to be trifled with, and they fought back under pressure.

Relying on their superior individual combat abilities, the group navigated the chaotic monster horde.

Greedy Scott, struck by a club but miraculously surviving, retreated, hissing in pain. Looking at his unscathed "comrade," he muttered under his breath, "Ouch, ouch... Scott, did you mess up that shot?"

Arrogant Scott glanced at him and retorted, "Easy for you to say. Weren't you just getting beaten up and screaming?"

[March 7th: Why is this even involving self-mockery?]

After exchanging a few words, Scott and his companions looked up and saw that the thousands of fragmented souls had been almost completely eliminated!

Before their eyes, baseball bats, greatswords, and even gold coins rained down.

Bang!

The last movable monster was reduced to parts, and its soul helplessly fled back into the television.

Upon his return to television, Scott solemnly stated, "Today we gather here to deeply remember the many Scotts who sacrificed their lives, commemorating their repeated acts of self-sacrifice..."

"If it weren't for these burdens holding us back," Scott retorted angrily. "I would have won already!"

[Star: Wait, seriously, is it just a verbal commemoration? Shouldn't we at least give them half a day off?]

[Hanabi: This repeated self-sacrifice is quite interesting. How did this guy even come up with this kind of phrase?]

[Walter: ...No need to think, just experience it firsthand.]

Scott coldly replied, "A true lone wolf always walks alone; only a mob travels in packs."

Scott, still stubborn, got even angrier: "You bitch, you hid in the back the whole time. My eyelashes did more work than you."

After Scott and his ilk returned to the television, they chatted amongst themselves, shifting blame onto each other in a lively exchange.

[March 7th: Bitch, bitch? Is it really okay to insult yourself like that?]

[Star: Where did I insult him? This is clearly the truth. No wonder he's such a blatant scoundrel, Scott. His self-identity is crystal clear.]

[Gold Sand: That's to be expected, after all, shifting blame...heh, I mean, assigning responsibility for project failures is never a pleasant thing. It just so happens that Scott and his ilk are a split personality.]

In the light screen, Saber shook her head helplessly: "Sigh, there's absolutely no honor in fighting against someone like that."

After arguing it out, the Scotts finally reached a consensus: There was definitely some blame involved, but what was the point of swiping it around on their heads?

"Greddy! Do you still want to win the Holy Grail? Rewrite the script right here, change the set! Give me more power, let me crush them! Like a true devil, I'll have them in the palm of my hand!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott," Greedy said sincerely. "I misjudged you."

"You're a natural comedian, only suited to playing clowns. Putting you in a horror movie is not only a waste of your acting talent, but also a desecration of the camera."

[Hanabi: Pfft! That's brilliant!]

[Robin: That's really... a very fitting definition.]

[Qingque: Although the film wasn't very good, Greta's eye for talent is still quite accurate.]

[Star: There's nothing I can do, my dog's image is just so unique, and fate has played a cruel trick on me, turning me into a comedic artist who pleases the entire galaxy.]

Xing, with a leisurely air, added fuel to the fire: "Don't you dare insult my little bundle of joy!"

Scott roared angrily, "Greddy! Are you trying to rebel? Don't forget, I'm your Master. If I use a Command Spell, you'll have to—quack! Quack? Quack quack quack quack?"

Scott was bewildered; why couldn't he speak freely anymore?

Greta said calmly, "You think you can control me on my set with just three Command Seals? Mr. Scott, you're fired."

[Fireworks: Oh~~ It's my favorite time of overthrowing the old guard.]

[Rin Tohsaka: So decisively? No, without a Master, a Servant's power should be exhausted quickly, barely lasting even a day.]

[Cú Chulainn: Tohsaka-sama, where did you go wrong in this Holy Grail War? Aren't you used to it yet?]

[Star: Oh? Scott, this wasn't a formal bet, was it? How come you've already made a bet? That's too polite.]

Scott: Don't be so polite, my mouth was just being controlled!

[Red A: Is there really such a way to disobey a Command Spell? I've learned something new.]

"Dear actors, you have witnessed an unsightly argument between the director and the actors. It was my mistake to underestimate the power of harmony, and I shouldn't have brought you all together."

"So I will do my best to adjust the timing of your appearances. In one movie, I will continue to want to use your ear-piercing screams."

The group frowned slightly, completely bewildered by his words.

Suddenly, a cover caught everyone's eye.

The Silent Three-Act Play, Part Two – "The Clockwork Nightmare"