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

"Ah, how could that be? This is Antarctica! It's just snow and a gloomy sky all day long!" Mary glanced back at the unchanging, snowy scenery outside the window, then quickly turned back and started walking. "Hurry up, I still have a lot of work to do." "Okay, okay~" Nian Zhuo had no choice but to follow helplessly. After walking around Chaldea once, the two stood in front of the control room. Mary was still worried and asked again, "Are you really sure you've memorized the terrain? Even though you have high authority as a Heroic Spirit, there are some places you can't enter, you know?"

Seeing the worried expression on his Master's face, Nian Zhuo thought to himself, "Even if I can't remember, the system has, okay?" So he could only pat Mary's head again, and even when Mary tried to slap his hand away, he quickly dodged and placed it on Mary's head again.

"Alright, alright, Master, have faith in your Heroic Spirit." Only then did Mary return to her work.

"So, should I now go and pay a visit to my old rival?" With a slight glint in his eyes, Nian Zhuo slowly began to walk, guided by the map in his memory.

Meeting with the members of Group A

"If I remember correctly, Kadoc's room should be here." Nian Zhuo looked at the room numbers that kept floating by, and finally stopped in front of a door.

"Knock knock knock—" Nian Zhuo was a little expectant. What would Kadoc, whom we had been constantly persecuting, be like?

Sure enough, less than a minute later, the door opened, and a thin boy appeared before Nianzhuo.

A head of dark silver hair was haphazardly piled on the boy's head, his face was thin and somewhat pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly severe.

(Just how insecure is this kid?) Nian Zhuo wanted to sigh in exasperation, but out of goodwill, he still extended his hand. "Yo, I'm Tokiwa Sougo, the fourth successful Servant summoned by Chaldea." Upon hearing the word "Servant," Kadoc's eyes widened noticeably.

"So, what kind of agency are you in?" he asked, extending his hand as if hoping for something.

“Me? I’m a Rider, and I’m currently Director Mary’s Servant.” Nian Zhuo smiled and shook his hand. Upon hearing his class, Kadoc’s eyes darkened. “Ah, is that so? What brings you here?” Nian Zhuo recalled the information he had read about Kadoc before. (This kid is so much like the protagonist; both are mediocre magicians, but their adaptability to spirit transfer is excellent, though they’re a bit too pessimistic.) “I mainly wanted to get to know what kind of people are in this elite group, Group A.”

"Ah—then let's skip me. My magical talent is mediocre, and my family isn't particularly old. I was only chosen because of my excellent adaptability to spirit particle transfer," Kadoc said weakly, waving his hand after hearing Nian Zhuodao's purpose. "Someone like me can't compare to the true geniuses in the group."

"I don't think so," Nian Zhuo, who had indirectly gained future vision, refuted his point of view. "Everyone is different, and everyone must have something extraordinary about them. Ordinary people are ordinary because they think they are ordinary. Geniuses are geniuses because they know how to use their advantages. So, Kadoc, I think you are a genius too. The Spirit Particle Transfer Code means that the greater your safety, the higher the safety of the mission. Doesn't that sound great?" Nian Zhuo familiarly put his arm around Kadoc's shoulder, wanting to encourage this autistic boy (and then go easy on him in the future).

So, the two of them had a deep conversation (don't get the wrong idea!).

Seeing the gentle smile on Kadoc's face as he left, Nianzhuo realized that his persuasion was not without merit.

"Yes, as long as I don't stop, my favorability will keep increasing, and if it continues like this!" With hope, Nian Zhuo entered the room of the second member (victim), Ophelia—as one of the few magicians in Group A who treated Mashu like a human being, Nian Zhuo had a pretty good impression of her.

Nianzhuo knocked on the door again, waiting for a reply from inside.

A clear female voice said, "Please come in," and at the same time, the view inside the room appeared before Nian Zhuo.

Before him stood a capable and beautiful woman with long brown hair, black boots, and black stockings. Nian Zhuo, a nerdy guy entering a girl's room for the first time, almost lost his temper. However, the system helped him calm down. Just as he was about to introduce himself, the capable and beautiful woman, Ophelia, started the conversation.

"So, the Servant who was successfully summoned for the fourth time by Chaldea, whose class is Rider and whose Master is Director Mary, Tokiwa Sougo, may I ask what brings you to me?" Elegantly picking up the teacup on the table, Nencho smiled and took a sip of tea, facing the slightly surprised Nencho.

Nian Zhuo was surprised to find two cups of tea already laid out on the table (meaning, it was the futuristic vision of her right eye's demonic eye? Could she see that much detail?). Staring at the eyepatch over the beautiful woman's right eye, Nian Zhuo smiled slightly.

Little girl, trying to scare me? Looks like I'll have to reveal something interesting first.

"Hello, Miss Ophelia, your magic eyes are indeed very interesting." Facing Ophelia's wide eyes, Nian Zhuo slowly uttered his final reply.

"I think, darling, you definitely don't like Sundays."

Seeing Ophelia slam her hand on the table and stand up, Nian Zhuo was secretly overjoyed.

"You also have Mystic Eyes? Or perhaps a high-level version of the Clairvoyance skill?!" Miss Ophelia's excitement was palpable. Even without great power, a Heroic Spirit with these two skills would be a formidable support.

“I’m sorry, Miss Ophelia, I’m just an ordinary person named Tokiwa Sougo, an ordinary person who aspires to be king,” Nian Zhuo said with a mysterious smile, quite satisfied with the effect of his prank. “So, Miss Ophelia, may we talk now?” Under Nian Zhuo’s gaze, Ophelia stood up, preparing to make another cup of tea.

"So, is black tea acceptable?"

"Oh, of course, I quite like black tea."

They placed the cups back on the table and looked at each other. Thus began this strange question-and-answer session.

"First of all, Miss Ophelia, do you think androids are human?" This question would elicit a negative answer from most magicians, but for Miss Ophelia, it held a different meaning.

“I think it depends on whether he or she has consciousness or a ‘soul’,” Ophelia replied coldly.

"So, for you, does Mashu count as...?" Nian Zhuo didn't finish his sentence, because for him, Miss Ophelia's answer was self-evident.

“Of course, Mash Kyrielight is undoubtedly human,” Miss Ophelia said, giving the answer that Nian Zhuo already knew.

"Then it's my turn to ask you, what is your wish?" After answering, Miss Ophelia followed up with this probing question. "Those who become Heroic Spirits must have their own wishes. Tell me, what is your wish?" Her sharp gaze pierced Nian Zhuo.

"Me? Then I must ask first, Miss Ophelia, are you familiar with the concept of a Guardian?" Nian Zhuo smiled slightly and began answering the question.

"I don't know." "Then let me explain the concept of Guardians. Guardians are those whose achievements are insufficient to become Heroic Spirits, making them beings that can be summoned. They are an organization that goes to different eras to eliminate those who are capable of causing human calamities, in other words, the Cleaners. And I am one of those beings, you know?" With one eye closed, Nian Zhuo explained his own concept to Ophelia.

"So, you're like someone working for the Counter Force. You put in the effort, and it gives you time?" Ophelia quickly accepted this concept and even mocked him with a hint of a smile, seeking revenge for his earlier words that had frightened her. "So, your goal is for such a grand ideal as 'all of humanity,' Mr. Cleaner?"

"No, no, no, Miss Ophelia, I've said my dream is to become king. How can a king stand idly by when his subjects are in danger? It seems I'll have to give you a little punishment." Nian Zhuo finished his cup of red tea and summoned his driver.

"ZIO—" Accompanied by the transformation sound effect, Nian Zhuo lifted the stunned Ophelia with one hand.

"Hey, Miss Ophelia, let me recount your sins!" He tucked her between his sides, lifted the beast high, and with a slight effort, resolutely slammed it down.

"First of all! This is your punishment for trying to intimidate me as soon as you arrived!" *Slap*

"Ouch, that hurts! Hey, what are you doing, you Heroic Spirit?" Ophelia struggled to escape, the pain in her buttocks making her feel ashamed.

"Secondly, she actually mocked Zi-O as a laborer—" *Smack*—The second slap landed on Miss Ophelia's small bottom as well.

"Nian Zhuo! You're such a stingy guardian!" Miss Ophelia still didn't give in; she kept attacking!

"Hmm—even this won't work? You're quite stubborn. Well then..." Suddenly, the speed of his hand increased.

He gets really into it once he starts hammering, he gets carried away! What a young man!

A few minutes later, Nianzhuo covered his head and fled Ophelia's room.

Recalling the tearful look in Ophelia's eyes when she gave in, Nianzhuo felt much lighter. (Miss Ophelia, consider this favor as payment for changing your fate.) Nianzhuo strode towards the next location.

—At the same time, Miss Ophelia—

After forcibly driving Nianzhuo away, Miss Ophelia leaned against the door, her lips twitching as she endured the pain in her buttocks, while pressing her left hand against her chest.

"What a strange heroic spirit, Nen-cho."

Perhaps, things will develop well.

Meeting with the members of Group A x2

"Ha... Next, I'll be visiting Miss Akuta Hinako." Nian Zhuo slowly walked to a room. Thinking about how he was about to face the same Chinese, equally reclusive, and irritable old Akuta, Nian Zhuo felt a slight surge of excitement.

"Ah, I hope nothing too awkward happens," Nencho said, knocking on Akuta Hinako's door.

"..." Almost immediately, the door opened, revealing an intelligent-looking girl. Her long brown hair was tied in pigtails, and she wore thick-rimmed black glasses on her delicate, pretty face. She wore a white dress and held a book with strange writing on it. However, what was incredibly striking was that she barely reached Nian Zhuo's neck. Thus, one looked down while the other looked up, their eyes meeting, and the two found themselves in an awkward situation at the doorway.

"What's wrong, Miss Akuta Hinako? Aren't you going to invite me in?" Nencho started the conversation, and Miss Akuta Hinako turned and went into the room. After a while, two cups of tea were placed on the table. Then Miss Akuta Hinako sat down and began to read the unknown book in her hands.

Just as Nianzhuo raised his teacup to drink, he suddenly felt a gaze upon him. He looked up and glanced around, but couldn't find anyone staring at him. Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked down, the gaze returned. After this happened several times, Nianzhuo finally realized it was Miss Akuta Hinako sitting opposite him, pretending to read but secretly observing him. To break the awkward silence, Nianzhuo spoke again.

"Um—Miss Akuta Hinako, I am a Servant summoned by the Fourth Heroic Spirit Summoning of Chaldea. I am Tokiwa Sougo, and my class is Rider." Nian Zhuo slowly uttered these words, marveling at how introducing himself was always a good way to break the ice, and then looked at Miss Akuta Hinako opposite him, awaiting her response.

"...Hinako Akuta, born in the Botany family of the Clock Tower, used to be an employee of Chaldea, and now, as you can see, has been selected as one of the seven candidates for Master," she introduced herself quietly, turning her head, but miraculously ensuring that Nencho could hear her.

"Hmm—Miss Nagaku Hinako, according to Dr. Romani's information, you seem to have been resisting his physical examination all along. Why is that?" Of course, he was lying to her. Nian Zhuo did not ask the doctor about the situation of the members of Group A, but with this fake clairvoyant Nian Zhuo, he knew the general information about Group A from the beginning.

The intelligent girl before me is a true progenitor of vampires, her real name being Yu Ji. She has lived from the time Xiang Yu committed suicide until the present era. As a vampire, her physical attributes are naturally different from those of a human. To avoid revealing her identity, she has been resisting Romani's physical examinations.

“Because I’m different from everyone else,” Hinako Akuta gave an ambiguous answer to the Heroic Spirit before her.

"Hmm? I see. Miss Akuta Hinako, please don't give up on treatment!" Nian Zhuo smiled. To ensure his information wasn't leaked, he couldn't reveal his Chinese origin. Instead, he deliberately assumed Akuta Hinako had a hidden illness. Nian Zhuo stood up and stretched. "Well then, that's enough for now. I won't disturb Miss Akuta Hinako's reading any longer," he said, heading towards the door.

As he reached the door, before it closed, he turned his back to Hinako Akuta and revealed a small portion of his information.

"Don't underestimate the insight of Heroic Spirits, Miss Akuta Hinako, or perhaps, an unknown True Ancestor?" I can imagine Akuta Hinako's expression without even turning around.

"I've always wanted to see this expression on your face!"

"That surprised expression on my face."

With a cryptic smile, Nian Zhuo walked away. "Next, I'll visit Peronronchino." Stroking his chin, Nian Zhuo headed towards the next member's room.

――――The Boring Dividing Line――――――

Looking at the smiling "man" sitting in front of him, Nian Zhuo's lips twitched.

Why...why did it turn out like this?

Let's go back to when Nian Zhuo first arrived at the door of Peronronchino's room.

"Ha... what kind of strange beings will the members of Group A be this time?" Nian Zhuo muttered to himself as he knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, but looking at the man in front of her, Nian Zhuo felt a million curses running through her mind.

"Ah, hello, hello! I'm Peronronchino, a member of Group A!" She grabbed Nianzhuo's hand and enthusiastically introduced herself, "I can't tell you my background, or my age~"

Looking at the purple-clad man introducing himself, Nian Zhuo stopped thinking.

Why does this man (I think) have Araki lines on his body? Did he escape from JoJo? The purple-haired man in front of me is wearing a black bodysuit on his upper body and light purple leather pants on his lower body. He also seems to have light lip gloss on his lips. In short, it is an outfit that is very impactful.

At least our protagonist, Nian Zhuo, has gone mad.

She was pulled into the room against her will, and unconsciously sat on the sofa. Looking at the smiling man in front of her, Nian Zhuo's lips twitched.

"Um, let me introduce myself first," Nian Zhuo began, trying to regain control of the conversation, but the man in front of him spoke before he could even begin.

"I know, I know. You're a Servant summoned by Chaldea's Fourth Summoning, a Rider, and your true name is Tokiwa Sougo. Your information has already reached us, okay?" Peronroncino, still smiling, revealed all of Nianzhuo's information. "And you fought Galahad as soon as you arrived, and you're even our director's contracted Servant. You're really something. If I hadn't reserved an Archer, I would have been interested in you too." Seeing Nianzhuo's wide eyes, Peronroncino's smile deepened. "Of course, it was just a joke, don't mind it~"

The man before her was too unfathomable; even his thoughts were impossible to discern. Nian Zhuo narrowed her eyes, deciding to unleash a larger bait to lure him in. "Oh, of course, it's alright, Peronronchino. I quite like your sense of humor. But according to the information Dr. Romani gave me, you seem quite familiar with Indian mythology." She revealed the little information she possessed first, awaiting Peronronchino's response. (Will you take the bait, Peronronchino?) Nian Zhuo thought with a hint of anticipation.

"Ah, of course. My familiarity with Indian mythology stems from my fondness for that mythological view of destruction upon destruction, you know?" The purple-clad man in front of him answered his question with a smile once more.

“Then I have nothing more to say,” Nian Zhuo stood up. “It’s time to take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality, Peronronchino.” He walked towards the door, and seeing the purple-clad man following him, Nian Zhuo smiled slightly. “Then I’ll give you a piece of information: roasted bananas are quite delicious.” Seeing Peronronchino’s puzzled expression, Nian Zhuo took his leave.

The moment they stepped out, the smiles vanished from their faces. "This guy is a dangerous existence," Nian Zhuo thought to himself as he headed towards his next destination.

"Let me think... now all that's left are the group leader, Kirshtalia, Belialgat, and... Debit." Aside from the group leader's intelligence, the remaining few are no pushovers. With a slight sigh, Nian Zhuo continued his plan.

Meetings with members of Group A x3

"Is the next person I'll be visiting Debit?" Nian Zhuo pondered the man's information with some distress. However, the amount of information he could gather was very limited because the game hadn't updated to his Lostbelt before he transmigrated. But based on his appearance, this man was undoubtedly a dangerous figure. He even possessed a Grand-rank Heroic Spirit.

Before Nian Zhuo could act, the door opened first, and naturally, the man Nian Zhuo was thinking about came face to face with him. The man in front of him had light blond hair, and his purple eyes made no attempt to hide his observation of Nian Zhuo. His black leather jacket gleamed. Before Nian Zhuo could speak, the man in front of him spoke first.

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not interested in you. Tokiwa Sougo." He addressed the man before him by his real name, showing no regard for whether the man was a newly summoned Servant or the contracted Servant of their current director. This man possessed an astonishing arrogance and aura.

Nian Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the information about the man in front of him, and then slowly spoke, "Debit Zem Void, from the Inheritance Department, which has the fewest students in the Clock Tower, and was expelled. His knowledge and strength are outstanding, and he is a talent recognized by the former director, Marisbury. Even Miss Da Vinci praised you as a genius." Nian Zhuo snapped his fingers, slowly revealing the known information about the man in front of him.

"Hmph, did you do any special investigation? I didn't realize you were such a cautious Heroic Spirit?" Debit finally showed some interest in him, and without closing the door, the two of them began to chat at the entrance.

"Hmm, that's not all. They even dared to threaten the former director with a pistol to stop the Spirit Particle Transfer plan. After being rejected, the director died less than a year ago, the cause of death unknown..." Glancing sideways at the man in front of him, Nian Zhuo stroked his chin and spoke up about the information that he couldn't obtain from the Chaldea database.

"..." Debit was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Looks like you know quite a bit about '2'. What, trying to threaten me with this?" "No, no, no, Mr. Debit, I just want to say that geniuses are indeed misunderstood by others, and they don't want to understand others, because such geniuses are arrogant. But I still want to advise you, 'Geniuses and madmen live side by side.' Oh, I'm very interested in you, Mr. Debit." With a wave of his hand, Nian Zhuo ended the probing. As for what impression the other party had of him, that was no longer Nian Zhuo's concern.