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

"Ah, as expected, outsmarting others isn't my forte." Nian Zhuo rubbed his head. No matter what, before transmigrating, he was just an ordinary person. Even if he aspired to become the strongest minister, this speed was still too fast.

Patting his cheeks to regain his composure, Nian Zhuo realized that the remaining two were definitely not easy to deal with. "So, before visiting the team leader, only this man named Beryl Gat remains." Calculating the man's information, Nian Zhuo stopped in front of the room.

A gentle knock was made on the door, and within a moment the room's occupant opened it, appearing before Nian Zhuo.

The man wore glasses, yet they revealed no trace of refinement. His hair, too, gave him the appearance of a typical office worker—not at all intimidating. However, his pointed ears were quite striking. His clothes were primarily black and red. The first impression was that of an unremarkable fellow.

However, Nian Zhuo dared not relax in the slightest; the man in front of him gave him a feeling of...

"This man is an enemy of humanity, possessing an evil aura that no human being should ever have." This was the shock that the man before him gave Nian Zhuo. It wasn't that this man was some other creature or anything; this man was undoubtedly human, yet he possessed an evil that no human should ever have.

"Hey, isn't this our newly summoned Heroic Spirit of Chaldea? Hello, hello~ I'm Beryl Gat, just call me Beryl." With an enigmatic smile, the man in front of him extended his hand.

"Heh—Beryl, hello, I suppose I don't need to reveal my information?" Nian Zhuo extended his hand and shook hands with the man before him, feeling a rare sense of pressure. Looking at the smiling Beryl, he could only decide to take things one step at a time.

"Oh, of course, Lord Tokiwa Sougo, your class is Rider, isn't that super cool!" Beryl smiled as he walked into the room. "Would you like a glass of red wine?" He took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet in the room, poured two glasses for himself, and handed them to Nianzhuo with a smile.

“Interesting. Although Miss Da Vinci is reluctant to discuss your information, you seem quite interesting.” Taking the offered red wine, Nian Zhuo watched the man opposite him drinking it without a care in the world, and a thought struck him, thus beginning this duel.

"Ha, I don't know either. What did I do to upset that genius lady? I'm actually a pretty amiable person, right?" Shaking her head, ignoring the sound of her earrings, she spoke like an office worker complaining about work stress.

"Ha, I don't think the murderer the Clock Tower calls (the Werewolf) can be considered kind," Nian Zhuo said, instantly freezing the atmosphere. "I heard you actually enjoy it?" Swirling his wine glass, Nian Zhuo looked at the wine inside.

Like a pool of blood spread out

"...Hehehe, you're quite an interesting Heroic Spirit. Alright, may I call you Sougo-kun? Is that alright?" Beryl's glasses reflected the light, obscuring the man's eyes. After receiving Nencho's "Please go ahead," his smile widened.

"Hey, Nianzhuo, isn't killing good? It's one of my ways of pursuing pleasure. But you seem to know a lot about me. Did you investigate me before you came?" Beryl's cheerful laughter sent a chill down Nianzhuo's spine.

(This man is undoubtedly an enemy of humanity.) Having further confirmed the true nature of the man before him, Nian Zhuo began his standard fake smile. "Is that so? I find you rather disgusting, actually using pleasure as an excuse to wantonly destroy life." Seeing the smile fade from the man before him, Nian Zhuo unhesitatingly expressed his disgust.

(Because only in this way can we intimidate him.) Nian Zhuo was thinking of a solution, but his words continued, "If I were an anti-hero, I might get along well with you, but unfortunately, I am a guardian, someone who protects the existence of humanity. So feel lucky, if I weren't under Chaldea's control, you would be dead by now." After downing the glass of red wine in one gulp, Nian Zhuo walked to the door, then turned back as if remembering something.

"By the way, let me give you some advice, kid: some people are best left alone, and some things are best left undone."

After saying that, ignoring Beryl's expression, Nian Zhuo left the room that disgusted him.

"Heh—" But what Nian Zhuo didn't know was that as he left, Beryl sat on the sofa, trembling as if he were suppressing something. Then, as if he couldn't hold back any longer, a chilling laugh came from the man's mouth.

"Hahahaha! So Servants are really interesting. I've decided to change my plans!"

He trembled, as if he had seen something interesting, and began to manipulate the gears of fate.

The first clash between Time's subject and the group leader

"Next up is the most powerful character we know of," Nian Zhuo thought, standing before the door to the final target, giving it his all to face the last member of Group A.

Group A leader Kirshtalia Wodem, currently the strongest known Master. Human.

After Nianzhuo knocked on the door, it slowly opened by itself after a while.

(So ​​the door can open by itself, huh?) Nianzhuo sighed, recalling the actions of the previous members. Regaining his focus, he slowly stepped into the final stage of the game.

(Watch me beat this game in one life!) Thinking this, Nianzhuo looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man before them had long, blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a magnificent white robe embroidered with gold patterns. Beside the sofa lay a staff resembling a sword, with a large star-shaped gem embedded in its center. Facing the newcomer, he posed his question in a completely emotionless tone.

"I don't understand why you've come to visit us," he said calmly, as if he had already seen through Nian Zhuo's actions. "Perhaps you want to give us a hard time? But I can't find a reason for this, or is it simply because of your twisted sense of humor?" Although he asked a question, his tone was as nonchalant as if he already knew the answer. He then looked at the smiling Heroic Spirit before him, awaiting his reply.

"I just wanted to see what kind of outstanding individuals Group A, who are touted as the best Master candidates, are all," Nian Zhuo replied with a smile. "So, what's your judgment? Do you think we seven are worthy of your approval?" His tone remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about gaining the approval of the Servant before him. Kirshtaria countered, looking at the Servant before him, and slowly offered his evaluation of the remaining members of Group A: "Kardok is a good kid. Even if his magical talent is mediocre, his adaptability to spirit transfer is undoubtedly the safest among us. Ophelia, whether in magic or..." "They all possess exceptional talent, even blessed with the Mystic Eyes. However, their inner demons are their weakness. Akuta Hinako is taciturn but possesses remarkable insight, and even harbors a power I cannot discern. Peronronchino, on the other hand, is a fascinating man in both character and manners. Debit, though overly rude, is undoubtedly suited to be a genius. As for Beryl, while I also loathe his actions, he is a man adept at self-deception; the more he despises something, the more sincerely he can accomplish it." He then crossed his arms, placed them on the table, and looked at Nencho, who smiled silently, awaiting his evaluation.

"In my opinion, aside from Beryl, that guy who annoys me, and Debit, that genius I can't quite figure out," Nian Zhuo's smile widened, pointing to Kirshtalia in front of him, "only you, team leader, only you can give me a little bit of fun, the long-lost fun of intellectual battles." Then, ignoring Kirshtalia's reaction, Nian Zhuo took the initiative to mention the man's achievements.

"The head of the Celestial Department among the twelve disciplines of the Clock Tower, the last disciple of the former director Marisbury, and the head of the prestigious Worvadem family. Both their family history and magic boast over a thousand years of history, making them even more like heirs to the throne than my current Master, Olga Marie. At first, I was somewhat skeptical when I saw this information, but now that I've met you, I finally understand. Kirshtalia, you are undoubtedly someone who can stand at the top wherever you are." Nian Zhuo looked at the group leader before him, his smile fading, and stared at the blond man with a similarly solemn expression. However, there was still some information he couldn't reveal.

(At the same time, you are also a man who is willing to fight the alien god six more times to protect the lives of the other six people. Your magic circuits can even affect the operation of planets. You are someone I cannot offend at this stage.) Nian Zhuo thought to himself, his judgment of the danger of Kirshtalia in front of him had obviously reached the highest level.

"The intelligence from the investigation is quite clear, so how do you plan to give me a hard time? Do you want to fight me?" Kirshtalia's tone remained unchanged throughout, as if she were certain of victory as she uttered seemingly provocative words.

"Ah, you seem quite confident. But for a Heroic Spirit to fight a Magician, saying that would be an insult to my status," Nian Zhuo said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the blond man in front of him, whose lips curled into a slight smile. "Or do you simply think I wouldn't dare to touch you?" With an incredibly ferocious aura, Nian Zhuo also provoked the man before him.

"No, no, if your strength is only what you showed in your battle against Galahad yesterday, you can't beat me." Her tone remained calm, yet tinged with anticipation. "Didn't you want to give us a hard time? I think, fighting me might achieve the effect you desire." Kirshtalia stood up, picked up the star-like staff beside the sofa, gently stroked its gems, and looked up at Nianzhuo. "Or is it that if a Heroic Spirit loses to a magician, your plan will fail?"

“You dare to say that? Well then, I’ll gladly accept. Come on, please guide me, Magician Kirshtalia.” Nian Zhuo stood up and led the way out of the room. Naturally, Kirshtalia followed behind him.

Gently stroking the stars on the staff, behind Nian Zhuo's unseen back, Kirshtalia's lips curled into a smile. "How many surprises can you bring me, Tokiwa Sougo, who can't see the past or the future?" With a hint of excitement, the two walked towards the combat training room.

Those who hold the stars and those who control time

"So what exactly are you up to now?" Olga Marie, the director, looked helplessly at Nian Zhuo, who was smiling, while pinching her forehead. The veins on her forehead were throbbing more and more violently. "You already know I'm under a lot of pressure as the director of Chaldea, and now you want to apply for the combat training room to fight against the leader of Group A? I hope you can give me a good reason, Nian Zhuo!"

To this, Nian Zhuo could only helplessly shrug. "There's nothing I can do. He insisted on provoking me into a one-on-one fight. Besides, Mary, you also want to see what kind of being your Servant really is, right?" He patted the head of the proud carrot in front of him and gave his prepared reason. "Besides, don't let my appearance fool you, I still have the pride of a Heroic Spirit, you know? Since that Kilshtaria has put it this way, I'll naturally risk my honor and fight him to the fullest. Or, for Mary's sake, I might go easy on him?" Looking at the director's slightly flushed cheeks, Nian Zhuo smiled, trying to dispel his worries.

"Don't worry, Mary, I'm your Servant. Even if it costs me my status, I absolutely won't lose." With an air of unparalleled arrogance, Nian Zhuo looked at Kirshtalia, who was adjusting her staff. "Besides, that man is worth fighting."

"Sigh, alright, since that's how it is, I can't control you anymore. Anyway, if you're going to win, win beautifully. Don't embarrass me, okay? Finally, good luck," Mary said in a voice barely above a whisper, then strode out of the training room.

Only Kirshtalia and Nianzhuo remained in the training room.

"But this time, the scale is really large. Six people from Group A, Rafe, Romani, and that group of experimental personnel, and... to avoid things getting too out of hand, did they call Galahad and Da Vinci over as well?" Nian Zhuo stroked his chin, pondering the current situation. But just then, the system gave him a second task.

Mission: The one who controls the stars versus the one who manipulates time.

Requirement: Defeat or suppress Kirshtalia

Reward: Ex-Aid watch face x1

Note: Host, both of you are currently incomplete forms, so fight to your heart's content and show your pride as heroic spirits and subjects.

"Perfect timing, System," Nian Zhuo's lips curled into an amusing smile as he did one last check of his equipment.

(Zi-O Watch x1, Build Watch x1, and Build Genius Form Trial Card x1)

Inside the combat training room, two people stood facing each other, waiting for the countdown to end.

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1—"

The moment the mechanical countdown ended, both of them moved.

"Time-Space Driver - ZIO!"

"Rider time――"

After transforming at top speed, Nian Zhuo charged towards his opponent first in order to seize the initiative.

(If it's a magician, then I'll have to get close to gain the advantage!) Having made this judgment, Nencho punched Kirshtalia with his left hand.

"Choosing to fight me in close combat? A wise decision." Having already learned from the researchers that Nian Zhuo's stats had reached level B, the team leader still smiled and brandished his sword-like staff.

"Star Shape" chanted an ancient incantation, its magic power surging almost to a materialized state in an instant, condensing into a massive magic circle that blocked Nian Zhuo's charge. Then, a huge torrent of magic power erupted forth.

Almost instantly, a huge plume of smoke rose, and Nian Zhuo's figure disappeared into the mist.

Mary, who was observing the battlefield, frowned slightly, eager to get a clearer picture of the situation.

As the smoke cleared from the battlefield, Nian Zhuo's figure slowly appeared to the side. The path he had charged along had been torn apart by the torrent of magic cannon fire. Looking at his team leader, who had achieved such an effect with just a single strike, and then at the almost tangible magic power emanating from that man, Nian Zhuo felt beads of sweat appear on his forehead.

(Looks like I can't just charge in recklessly anymore; this guy's pressure is immense.) Adjusting his breathing, Nian Zhuo loosely clenched his right hand, and with a thought, summoned the Time Limit Sword.

"Time Limit Sword - Gun Form"

Then, sliding to the right, Nian Zhuo pulled the trigger on the team leader.

Purple bullets erupted from the muzzle, forming a dense barrage that hurtled towards the team leader.

Looking at the dense barrage of purple bullets, the team leader smiled slightly. "Bullets condensed from magic, huh? While there are many, the quality is lacking. Is this all you've got? You can't possibly impress me, Nian Zhuo." Taunting the servant, the blond man remained confident of victory. He then drew an arc with his left hand, and a massive magic circle enveloped him. The purple bullets collided with the golden magic circle, creating a ripple before disappearing.

"I've cast a shield on myself. It seems I can only test the shield's strength in sword form." Nian Zhuo twisted the button, transforming the Time Limit Sword in his hand from its gun form to its sword form.

Almost simultaneously, Nian Zhuo pulled out the watch face, inserted it into the groove of the Limit Sword, and pulled the trigger.

“Finish time—” Then, Nian Zhuo raised the sword high.

"That pose! Is he about to unleash the true name of his Noble Phantasm?" Galahad immediately saw what Nianzhuo was planning, but he couldn't quite understand Nianzhuo's actions. "Unleashing the true name of his Noble Phantasm so quickly, what is he trying to do?"

"ZIO! GiLIGiL Slash!" With a downward swing of the sword, a torrent of golden light engulfed Kirshtalia's figure.

The entire arena fell silent. Nian Zhuo narrowed his eyes, looking towards the center of the billowing smoke, at the black figure.

"Oh my, oh my, that attack was truly beautiful! My Star Shield almost shattered because of it!" Kilshtalia clapped her hands in praise, looking at the cracks on the shield before her. "So, this is your full power? It's far from enough to intimidate me!" Kilshtalia looked at Nian Zhuo and slowly extended her hand.

"Then, let me, with one last respectful strike, seal your defeat." Kilshtalia channeled his magic, conjuring gusts of wind. Behind him, numerous magic circles appeared, each brimming with energy, like soldiers awaiting their general's command.

"Well then, farewell, Nianzhuo." With a single wave of his hand, each magic array erupted with immense energy, and dozens of beams of light, carrying an aura of destruction, rushed towards Nianzhuo. An explosion even louder than before engulfed the entire training ground.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, trying to get a clear view of the scene, but they didn't notice the strange light that flickered in Leonardo da Vinci's eyes again—a thirst for knowledge about the unknown—and the increasingly puzzled expression on Galahad's face beside him.

On the field, Kirshtalia seemed certain of his victory. Just as he turned to take a step, a whoosh of wind suddenly sounded behind him. He turned in surprise, looking at the figure in front of him...

A blue and red armored heroic spirit?

A clash between those who hold the stars and those who control time.

Let's return to the perspective of mental turbidity--

"The necessary intelligence gathering is complete, System. Have you calculated the hardness of that guy's shield?" Nian Zhuo looked at the man opposite him who was gathering magic power and asked about the function of the system in his mind.

Sure enough, within a moment, the system's emotionless words appeared in Nian Zhuo's mind: "According to the system's calculations, only by using the Build dial can the shield be broken, increasing the host's chances of victory." Then, in accordance with Nian Zhuo's idea, the Build dial appeared in his hand.

Turning the watch face, Nencho softly said, "Sento, it's up to you now." He then pressed a button, snapping the watch face onto the other side of the Time Driver.

"armor time"

"Build" Sento seemed to appear beside him, smiling as he looked at him.

"It's about to start!" "Oh, of course!"

Then they turned and shouted out the line that Nian Zhuo had wanted to say for a long time.

"Sacrifice, the laws of victory have already been decided."

"Best match!"

Then, the blue and red armor merged with the armor on his body.

Zi-O, the first appearance of the Build armor!

—Time rewinds to the present—

Seeing Nian Zhuo rush towards him almost instantly, the team leader showed surprise for the first time. "You... how could this be?!" Nian Zhuo ignored him and punched the team leader in the face—

"Then, what is that? Doesn't this Servant only have one Noble Phantasm?" The researchers typed furiously, calculating the Heroic Spirit's stats. "Strength is A, Agility is also A, this... this is beyond what a typical Noble Phantasm enhancement can provide!" "Durability is B+, but why is Mana still C?" "However, Luck is already A+, and the Noble Phantasm's level is still a question mark!" A string of shocking data came from the computers and the researchers' mouths. "This... this has reached the level of a first-rate hero, hasn't it?" Everyone marveled at the Heroic Spirit's power, except for Mary, who bit her finger, staring at the figure fighting the team leader on the screen, her brow furrowed.