I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin Author: Dream Awakens Heavenly Absolute

Synopsis: I am but bones, destined only to return to the earth.

I walk in darkness, yet I serve the light.

I expound the destiny of the abyss and bestow the truth of life and death.

The title of Grand Master is not what I need; now I will use this strike to carve out the strongest proof.

Can you tell me?

The bell is ringing!

This is the end of your destiny??????

Accept it, liberate your soul—

This is precisely the last chance for a human being to enjoy peaceful sleep.

You fool! Hand over your head!!

The Angel of Death!!!

PS: This version of King Hassan is a modified version, representing the ultimate Lord of Death, a trinity of Lich King Arthas, Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown, and King Hassan the Old Man of the Mountain.

PS: If you are familiar with the Fate series, you may skip the first eleven chapters of this book, as some of them are for those who are unfamiliar with the Holy Grail War.

PS: World order: Fate/Zero — Age of the Little Garden — Touhou Gensokyo — Fate/Apocrypha — Cassiopeia — Pending

★ Mini-Theater: Nero Festival - In the Valley ★

Chapter One: The Hundred Kills End, the First Generation Arrives

(These chapters are bonus skits, mainly about how difficult last night's Nero Festival challenge was, and how many funny things happened along the way. I'll share them with you in this format. They're unrelated to the main story, mainly for humor and commentary, and I hope they can bring some fun to my fellow Masters during this grind.)

"In the name of the final Command Spell, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, restore your magical powers!!"

With a shout of excitement from Chaldea Master Gudako, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, who was already at his limit standing in the center of the Colosseum, instantly regained full magical power.

The brown-skinned, silver-haired youth looked at his master jumping and hopping outside the arena, and couldn't help but sigh softly. Then his expression returned to its coldness, and his eyes showed a serious look of decisiveness.

"Ah, really. Although I'm not exactly a skilled fighter, if my Master trusts and entrusts me with this task, I have no choice but to fight!"

"You agree, don't you? You cursed old man."

The Cursed Arm Elder, crouching not far from the arena, sneered twice, his ferocious crimson demonic hand clenching, as if he really wanted to punch Amakusa Shiro Tokisada hard in the face.

It wasn't because this guy was handsome while the Cursed Arm Elder himself had no face, but because what this guy said just now was really too irritating.

"Not good at fighting?! You idiot!!!"

"In this festival hosted by His Majesty Nero, we Hassans went to great lengths to come up with such an interesting competition—the Night Parade of a Hundred Kills."

"With the combined efforts of Hassan, including myself, the Elder of a Hundred Faces, and the Elder of Tranquility, we finally managed to hold our heads high in Chaldea."

The Cursed Wrist Elder muttered to himself, but on the surface, he once again took out a throwing knife from under his cloak, ready to strike at any opportunity.

"We have defeated countless Servants and exhausted countless Command Seals of our Master. Even if they wanted to stall for time, they could not outlast us."

"Even if I manage to wipe out the number of people in the cult, my final revenge will surely take my opponents with me to Allah Akbar."

"But just when it seemed that he was about to firmly grasp this honor before the festival ended, this Servant who was suddenly summoned by the Master ruined everything."

Even so, the Cursed Arm Elder had no intention of giving up, because he had to fight to the very last moment for this rare glory.

After the Cursed Arm Elder activated his Aura Concealment technique, he maximized his high agility, wielding a dagger and running rapidly around Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

The dagger and the samurai sword clashed and sparked, producing a continuous clanging sound that drew solemn expressions from the many Servants standing on the outskirts, who silently witnessed this final duel.

“You arbiter from the Far East, let me end your life with this.”

The Cursed Arm Elder's figure suddenly turned and retreated in mid-air. After landing steadily, he crouched down with his left hand touching the ground. In his demonic hand, which seemed to be about to burst into flames, he had already grasped a magic prop shaped like a heart.

"Announcement—"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's eyes narrowed, and he immediately sensed an ominous and powerful magical force emanating from the Cursed Arm Elder. Without hesitation, he also chanted the true name of his Noble Phantasm.

"The Heaven's Cup, activate. To bring all things to an end—"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada tossed aside his katana, his body hovering in mid-air, a bright ball of light condensing in each of his hands.

The magical energy erupting from the Servants collided, illuminating the entire Roman Colosseum with crimson and bright white light, causing the onlookers to squint.

"Delusional heart sounds!!"

"Both wrists - Zero-time contraction!!"

Accompanied by the roars of the Cursed Arm Elder and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the sound of objects being crushed was completely overwhelmed and drowned out by the deafening roar of the light cannon sweeping the ground, which then plowed up the already shattered ground of the Colosseum once again.

The blinding white light dissipated, leaving only Amakusa Shiro Tokisada panting heavily in the arena, while the Cursed Arm Old Man had already been returned to the Chaldea Spirit Origin Regeneration Chamber to have his countdown reset.

"Yay! We won!!"

Gudako's cheers echoed throughout the Colosseum, bringing smiles to the faces of many Servants, who clearly understood why their Master was so excited.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada slowly sheathed his sword, then leaped a few steps to Gudako's side and performed a proper samurai salute.

"Master, I have not failed you."

"But please be careful so that victory does not become the fuse for future defeat."

Chaldea, the institution that ensures the continuation of human reason, is the base of the Hassan Order.

The Cursed Arm Elder, whose resurrection countdown had ended, sat silently in the dark room. The Hundred Faces Elder stood quietly against the wall of the room, while the Tranquil Elder sat in the corner of the room with his hands around his knees and his head down.

The Nero Festival has ended, and they failed to grasp the last glimmer of glory that might have belonged to the Assassins this year.

"The First Lord will be arriving in a few months. Cursed Arm, do you have any other ideas? Otherwise, we'll all be waiting to be beheaded."

The voice of the Hundred-Faced Old Man broke the silence in the room, causing the Tranquil Old Man to raise his head and look at the Cursed Arm Old Man, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Our order was already quite active in the last singularity, so how could we possibly have more opportunities to appear in the near future?"

The Cursed Arm Elder retorted irritably, "Given the Master's habit of bringing different Servants with him each time he resolves a Singularity, Hassan and his ilk really won't have too much work to do lately."

Bai Mao strode up to Zhou Wan. The two, both wearing pale skull masks, stared at each other, leaving Jing Mi unsure whether she should step in and separate them to avoid a fight later.

"Even so, are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?"

"You all know the First Lord's temper. What if he thinks we've become corrupt..."

Just as Bai Mao was speaking eloquently and enthusiastically, a wisp of dark blue ghost fire slowly rippled out from behind her, and a skeleton swordsman wielding a greatsword slowly walked out from it.

The skeleton swordsman stood silently behind the Hundred-Faced Elder, looking down at the short Hundred-Faced Elder in front of him.

When Zhouwan and Jingmi saw who it was, they were terrified. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down their faces.

"Cursed Wrist, what's wrong? Are you cold?"

Bai Mao noticed the abnormality of the cursed wrist and asked a question in confusion. The answer he received was a very subtle hint from the cursed wrist.

"Look behind me? Is there something behind me...?"

After receiving the message from the cursed wrist, Bai Mao muttered to himself, turning his head to look behind him, only to find nothing but pitch blackness.

Before Bai Mao could turn around and question Zhou Wan, a deep and authoritative voice rang out in the empty room, causing her to freeze in place.

"Old man of a hundred faces, are you looking for me?"

As if his neck were rusty, Hyakko slowly turned his neck and saw the First Hassan standing behind Cursed Arm, leaning on his greatsword in the room.

Although the first Hassan's facial expression was obscured by his mask, his eyes, which gleamed with a faint red light, were enough to reveal his current attitude.

"Um, First Lord. You, how did you end up here—"

Bai Mao shuddered in fright and fell to the ground, but quickly scrambled to his knees in a standard kneeling position.

Cursed Arm and Tranquility lined up with her, kneeling respectfully before the First Hassan, prostrating themselves.

"Humph!"

The first Hassan snorted coldly. He had been hiding in the shadows and had seen everything from the beginning to the end of the Hundred Kills Night Parade. He almost wanted to show himself and kill these shameful bastards with a few blows.

At first, their performance was quite good. With the overwhelming number of people from the Hundred-Faced Elder, and the assassination coordination between the Tranquil Elder and the Cursed Arm Elder, they managed to defeat many of the fighters and support characters who were usually trusted by Gudako.

However, once their weaknesses were discovered, Hyakki Yagyō's methods and tactics became ineffective, and he was swept away by Amakusa Shirō Tokisada and his five other Servants' beam attacks.

The final, desperate move was easily neutralized, failing to achieve its intended purpose.

Thinking this, the First Hassan glanced at the three Hassans who had inherited the title of 'Old Man of the Mountain' before him, his body wreathed in flames, and coldly rebuked them:

"You are the worst, most incompetent, and most inept Hassans I have ever seen!"

"You can't even defeat the Three Knights and the Arbiter? How dare you call yourselves Hassan?!"

Sensing the undisguised rage of the first Hassan, Cursed Arm, Tranquility, and Hundred Faces knelt silently on the ground, making the most appropriate response.

Because if you try to make a shameless attempt to defend yourself at this point, you'll be the first to lose your head, and you won't even have a chance to resurrect.

"I wonder which generation distorted my lineage to such a wretched state. Could it be those elders who are always willing to be laymen leading experts and giving them orders?"

"If someone as promising as Kyoko can be abandoned out of jealousy, it seems that my decision to show up and kill these guys back then was absolutely correct."

The first Hassan continued to mutter to himself, while the three with the Cursed Arms listened quietly. The nineteenth Hassan, Hyakko, who had been in the same class as Kyoko, suddenly understood the question that had puzzled him all his life.

The assassination of the elders overnight caused quite a stir, leading to several investigations and purges within the entire cult, who secretly executed all those whose identities were questionable.

It was precisely because of this intense upheaval that the Order's strength was severely depleted, and it eventually disappeared into history with the generation of the Hundred Faces, failing to select a twentieth generation Elder of the Mountain.

"So I'll reiterate it again: life doesn't give you that much time to cover your breath."

"The perfect assassination is to kill all the witnesses. What's the point of stealth? You'll still get discovered anyway."

"If you're discovered, just cut him down. If you can't beat him, use your Noble Phantasm. If all else fails, summon me as a medium and I'll cut him down along with the enemy!"

Cursed Arm, Tranquility, and Hundred Faces could only nod in agreement to the First Lord's words, but the other two, apart from Cursed Arm, kept thinking to themselves, "I can't do it."

Because neither poisoning nor disguise assassination are techniques that allow you to fight enemies head-on, and they don't qualify you for the so-called "Musou mowing down" mode, since there's simply no such blocking method.

Perhaps, under certain conditions, Tranquility could cause mass killings by spreading toxins, but such an act would clearly not meet the requirements of the original Hassan.

Only the Cursed Arm Elder can hold his own against Servants of other classes, and even kill them with unexpected assassination techniques, such as that shameful, stupid dog.