Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

Whether male or female, pirates inevitably meet a terrible end, either dying in battle or being hanged.

However, their superiors and colleagues, who called themselves pirates, were not like that. Although they were immersed in plundering, they were not psychologically prepared to be plundered themselves.

They huddled in the cabin, shivering and trembling, somewhat like stray dogs crying.

It is said that among Cotton Jack's crew, only Mary Rhett and Anne Bernie eventually became pirates.

"I see." Nian Zhuo seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to understand, and continued to move towards Blackbeard's direction.

On the other side, Blackbeard, wielding a short sword, was locked in a fierce battle with Mash.

"Ugh!" Blackbeard swung down another heavy blow, his face contorted with rage and an indomitable spirit. "At this moment, Blackbeard's beard shines with golden and silver light like a phoenix (storm) reborn from the ashes!" As he spoke, his flowing beard even reflected a golden luster.

"Color changes with mood!" Another blow, Blackbeard's attack seemed to become even more powerful because of his words.

However, Mash was different; her original psychological trauma was reignited when she saw Blackbeard's face.

"Waaah..." Mashu shrank back, only daring to raise her shield. "His enthusiasm has been completely dampened..."

"Don't lose to him!" Ritsuka's voice came from behind Mashu. It turned out that Ritsuka was so scared that she had hidden behind a box not far away, only peeking out to cheer Mashu on.

"Why do I have a vague feeling that your answer, Master, isn't very enthusiastic either..." Mashu even had the energy to complain, but she really didn't want to fight him.

"At this moment, with nowhere to turn, form is emptiness!" However, Blackbeard seemed to become more and more excited. "Namo Myoho Renge Kyo! But oh oh oh oh! Not to brag, but I, Blackbeard, have never thought I would fail!"

"It's a pity, it'll be over soon."

A familiar voice came from behind Mashu.

Perhaps I misjudged him.

Seeing that Blackbeard was still putting up a stubborn resistance, Drake kicked aside the pirate blocking his way and rushed over.

"Oh, you dare to spout such nonsense! You little punk!" She fired two shots at Drake's face with her flintlock pistol, the flashes reflecting off her features and illuminating her growing fighting spirit. "Finally, I'm getting a taste of fighting my own kind!"

"Whether it's helping others or killing them!" This was the first time Nian Zhuo had ever seen Drake draw her sword again and fight Blackbeard. "We're both just heartless villains! The victor is king, the loser is villain. Let me crush your justice with the heel of the devil's shoe!"

"Wow~" A fighting spirit also ignited in Blackbeard's eyes. "A mere BBA, but he's actually quite handsome! If I were a woman, I would probably be watching a CG scene of him undressing to the accompaniment of romantic background music right now, right? But I have to give production instructions for the subtle changes in the CG scene, that stuff is super troublesome." As he spoke, the blade in his hand never stopped.

Well, it's basically impossible to expect Blackbeard to be serious... Nian Zhuo sighed helplessly, touching his forehead.

"I really can't understand what you're saying..."

Drake's eyes dimmed slightly, as if he was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't understand the other person's thoughts.

“Hmm, no need to understand.” Mash, who understood, reassured Drake, “I’m sure that’s knowledge you’ll never need in your life.”

"In any case, let's settle this once and for all, BBA!" Blackbeard roared back, his beard seeming to grow even more ferocious.

"Go ahead and spout nonsense!" Drake clenched his fist, looking serious. "Anyway, I can just beat you up now—say whatever you want, I'll just laugh it off. Of course! Fate will decide how badly you'll get beaten up, no matter how foul your mouth is! Mash! Ritsuka! And Nencho!" Facing the Heroic Spirits, Drake didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately called on his companions around him to start a righteous group beating.

"Understood." Mashu nodded, then looked at Ritsuka and Nencho. "Master, and Mr. Nencho. Let's go!"

The same battle, the same scene, but the roles were reversed.

Thanks to Euryale and Artemis, who held off the pirates who kept trying to attack, this was one of the few opportunities to decide the outcome!

"Oh~ But I'm sorry..." Just as Nianzhuo was about to help Mashu and the others, a familiar spear was placed in front of him.

It was that same middle-aged-looking heroic spirit again, holding a long spear and blocking his way.

"Uncle, I'm actually quite suited to defensive battles, you know?" He twirled his spear, hoisting the oddly shaped long spear onto his shoulder. "So, let's fight another round... Your name, I remember it's Nian Zhuo, right?"

"Ha, what a small world, isn't that what they mean by 'enemies meet on a narrow road'?" It's impossible for him not to remember that the other party was the culprit who stabbed him in the back.

"Perfect, let's settle both old and new scores!" Then, Nian Zhuo pulled out a slender, dark gold watch from his pocket. "I'll use this power that belongs to me!"

Turning the knob on the side splits the slightly golden Zi-O II watch face in two.

"Zio——!" "!——oiZ"

A double-sided pale gold clock appeared behind Nianzhuo, rotating regularly in clockwise and counterclockwise directions respectively.

Finally, Nianzhuo inserted the two dials into the two ends of the driver respectively.

Pale silver watch straps emerged from the two clocks, wrapping around the shoulders of Zi-O's basic armor and hanging straight down to his thighs.

Above his head, the silver hour and minute hands were neatly separated into two sides, and a deeper purple character appeared on his eye armor, gradually closing together.

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider! Rider! Zi-O·Zi-O·Zi-OⅡ!"

"Roar—a form that inherited part of the Demon King's power, huh?" The figure of the magenta knight appeared briefly in the corner before disappearing again, leaving only Tsukasa Kadoya's soft whisper.

"Well then, I'll be going!" Relying on the false real name, Nian Zhuo already knew who the smiling, middle-aged man in front of him was. "Nice to meet you, Hector!"

"Hmm...?" Sure enough, the spearman, who had just gotten into the zone, was surprised by the sudden revelation of his real name, which left him vulnerable for a moment.

In this way, Nian Zhuo seized the initiative.

"Ha—ya!" Even faster than the spearman, Nian Zhuo gripped the Time Spear Sword tightly in his other hand, while simultaneously holding the silver radiance in his other hand. The Time Limit Sword was also in his grasp.

Stepping forward, he slashed diagonally at Hector with both swords, his determination to win in one blow causing the two blades to scorch the air with silver magic.

Before he could react, he was caught off guard and found himself in a passive position. The spearman shook his head and smiled bitterly, but kicked up his sharp spear to block the blade that Nian Zhuo had swung.

"Clang—" Without any suspense, the spear was immediately slashed towards Hector's side by the sword blade. Although it encountered a slight obstruction, Nian Zhuo's sword blade still accurately attacked Hector.

"Found it—!" An opportunity? Or something else? The middle-aged spearman smiled, gripped his spear again, and then swung it horizontally at the two swords that Nian Zhuo was swinging—

No, his second target was not the blade, but Nian Zhuo's wrist!

"Tsk—!" Even with armor protecting his wrist, he would still feel considerable pain if he were stabbed by that gun. Since the opponent had already reacted and neutralized the attack, Nian Zhuo simply withdrew his power and moved aside.

Then, the initiative returned to the spearman, who swung his spear and this time took the initiative to attack.

Nian Zhuo gripped the Time Gun Sword and the Time Limit Sword tightly in his hands, ready to respond to the opponent's attack at any moment.

The next moment, the sharp tip of the spearman's spear appeared in his field of vision, turning into a streak of light and then into a drizzle.

"Clang—clang clang clang clang—!" After blocking the first attack, the spearman's second attack followed, gradually colliding with Nian Zhuo's two longswords, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The spearman's spear seemed to transform into a venomous snake in his hands, each attack angle both tricky and deadly, yet even so, it seemed unable to break through the obstruction of the Nianzhuo Twin Swords.

—Of course, that's just how it appears.

If other Servants were present, they would see that Nian Zhuo seemed to be entangled by the Lancer's 'venomous snakes'. No matter how he fought back, he could not escape the Lancer's range. The occasional heavy buzzing sound was the result of the Lancer hitting Nian Zhuo's armor.

Anyway, Nianzhuo's thoughts are very simple right now.

"Who the hell said you can use two swords of the same length in a dual-wielding style...! Kirito, I hate you (stars, stars...)!"

Today was another day of setbacks (I'm sure of it).

Unreleased Extreme Gun

The constant fighting, the constant suppression, and even the fact that his two swords were of equal length made it difficult to launch a basic counterattack...

Left with no other choice, Nianzhuo imbued the sword blade with magic power and then plunged it into the ground.

Although the opponent seized this opportunity and stabbed him three times, Nianzhuo felt that the three blows were worthwhile compared to the damage he had sustained and the ability to escape from the opponent's continuous attacks.

"Hmm—!" With a forceful twist of his hand, he turned the silver-enhanced blade, creating wave after wave of intense magical fluctuations.

The waves shook the ship's planks, making the entire vessel creak and groan as if it were about to be smashed to pieces.

"Oh—tsk," the spearman, gripping his long spear, retreated a considerable distance just to avoid the powerful shockwave released by Nian Zhuo, which was strong enough to knock someone to the ground. Looking at the figure with gleaming purple eyes, enveloped in the flying wood chips and smoke at the center, he thought, "This guy—he's getting a bit tricky—"

Just as when the two first met, Zi-O II slowly emerged from the swirling dust.

Wood chips, pebbles, or even the dust stirred up by the previous blow—time seemed to slow down for everything that approached him. In this world, only the majesty of the king of time remained unchallenged.

"Actively creating distance between yourself and me..." The Time Spear disappeared from Nian Zhuo's hand, and he raised his head as if to examine the spearman in front of him who had repeatedly put him in a difficult battle. "This is not a good choice, honestly."

"Well, I can't just relinquish the initiative again, can I?" Hector chuckled, looking at Nian Zhuo's hand that was only gripping the Time Limit Sword. "What, Nian Zhuo, aren't you considering using that sword?"

“There’s no need. I’m not used to using two swords.” Purple light seemed to emerge from his free hand as Nian Zhuo slowly placed it on the blade of the Time Limit Sword. “From now on, I won’t hold back anymore, Hector.”

"Let's have a duel between warriors, Nianzhuo!" The middle-aged man held his gun in his hand as he had at the beginning, his body slightly bent forward, like a cheetah about to pounce.

"I desire it but cannot have it!" However, Nian Zhuo planted the Time Limit Sword on the side of the ship's deck, opened his arms wide, as if to give Hector a hug. "But, please allow me to cheat a little..."

The hour and minute hands overhead began to rotate without my noticing.

Then, the whole world seemed to stretch out, and something like a shattered mirror appeared in front of Nianzhuo.

But what appeared above was Hector's figure, still standing in the same spot.

[Predicting the Future] Even if it's just a few seconds or a dozen seconds into the future, Nianzhuo can see it and take corresponding countermeasures.

Therefore, what Nianzhuo saw was Hector's actions a few seconds from now.

“An upward slash, a straight thrust followed by a sweeping motion—” Watching Hector’s actions a few seconds later, Nian Zhuo nodded. “And the last feint, then the answer is clear…” The hands of the hour and minute gradually stopped turning, and time in the whole world returned to normal.

By the time Hector came to his senses, Nian Zhuo had already pulled the Time Limit Sword from the ground and aimed it at him.

"Uncle me, really is—!" Then, with a sudden burst of strength, Hector pointed the tip of his spear at the ground, intending to lift Nian Zhuo up.

"First move, upward slash—" However, Nian Zhuo seemed to have seen through his intentions. Before he could lift the spear tip, Nian Zhuo kicked the spear, forcibly stopping Hector's momentum. At the same time, the Limit Sword slashed towards Hector's head.

“…Huh?!” He suddenly swayed to one side, but Hector still had a few strands of hair swept away by Nian Zhuo.

Nian Zhuo pulled his leg back and retrieved the Time Limit Sword. At the same time, the Time Gun Sword silently appeared in his other hand.

"Hey!" Hector, having retrieved his gun, raised his hand and thrust straight at Nianzhuo's face.

"Second strike, straight thrust—" Hector heard the same words and then felt a tremendous force coming from the tip of his spear.

It was the Time Gun Sword from Nian Zhuo's other hand that was burning with silver magic and knocking away Hector's spear tip.

No! Alarm bells rang in Hector's mind. With no other choice, he stuck the butt of his spear, which had already been knocked away, into the ground, and flew into the air, kicking away Nian Zhuo who was trying to approach.

"It's not over yet—!" Then, as Hector stepped onto the deck again, he didn't dare to be careless and immediately drew his gun, slung it over his shoulder, and then launched a sweeping attack.

"The third move, draw the gun and sweep horizontally—" It was the same familiar tone, the same low murmur, and then Nian Zhuo steadily maintained a distance from Hector's attack, the Time Gunsword in his hand transforming into a gun. He aimed it at Hector's forehead and pulled the fatal trigger.

Purple energy surged from the muzzle of the gun; it was a soul-reaping demon, a man-eating arrow.

"...Ugh!" After dodging a fatal shot aimed at his head, Hector froze in place. The stiffness in his movements after the attack caused him to be knocked away.

After rolling around on the ground for several weeks, the once proud and shining spear fell to the side and was stuck in the floor.

"Uh...ah..." Hector struggled to straighten up, still wearing a smile, but the smile now looked somewhat bleak. "Oh dear, I never thought I'd encounter such an enemy...I really don't know if it's good luck or bad luck."

Yes, Hector had a vague suspicion after hearing Nianzhuo's whispered words, and that suspicion was finally confirmed just now.