I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

They remained motionless, as if they had existed there since the beginning of time.

He is the man who has mastered the ultimate secrets of assassination in this world—the first Old Man of the Mountain.

Hassan al-Sabah!

He is also known as the Old Man of the Mountain, or King Hassan.

King Hassan was clad in heavy, jet-black armor, one hand resting on a chilling, icy-blue greatsword, the other holding a menacing shield covered in barbs.

The pale white skull mask had billowing, eerie blue ghostly flames burning in its eye sockets, and its entire body was shrouded in an extremely dense aura of death.

Like a traveler walking in the abyss, or like the Grim Reaper bringing the end of fate.

Judging from his appearance and equipment, it's impossible to immediately associate Wang Hassan with the word 'assassin'.

Hmm, if you said he was a heavily armored berserker, I guess some people would still believe it, right?

But he was indeed a legendary assassin, a peerless killer wielding a greatsword and shield as his primary weapons.

According to the history of Type-Moon, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is the founding father of the Western assassination world.

In fact, the old man standing here is fundamentally different from the kind-hearted King Hassan that everyone knows.

Because he was actually a time traveler from the Celestial Empire whose soul had been transmigrated there.

He is a super old fox who has died three times and traveled to different worlds three times, an old monster whose age is impossible to calculate.

However, after he became King Hassan, who stood on the boundary between life and death and was essentially immortal in the Type-Moon world, he could no longer continue his enjoyable time-travel journey.

(A purple-haired, dual-wielding, bodysuited woman from a certain Shadow Kingdom sends her congratulations.)

Although he was initially just a Chinese otaku who liked watching anime, playing Warcraft, and grinding FGO, after countless years, his heart became completely unmoved.

His original name has been forgotten, and his distant memories have become blurred. All that remains is his formidable strength, honed over three lifetimes.

Although he's not bald, he's practically invincible.

Now, he is simply that infamous assassin—the Old Man of the Mountain, nothing more.

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"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

A melodious bell rang throughout the valley, echoing among the overlapping mountains and peaks.

"Hearing the bell tolls, it seems today will bring particularly heavy heads..."

King Hassan murmured to himself, his blue-glowing eyes beneath the skull mask gazing at the unchanging gray sky of the Valley of Shadows.

"Ah, First Generation! It's been a long time. I didn't expect your senses to be so sharp and extraordinary, without a trace of rust or dullness."

Wang Hassan stared at the human restraint force that suddenly appeared before him, and a deep, authoritative voice rang out.

"Human restraint? What brings you to my domain?"

At this moment, Alaya appears as a little girl with long black hair dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion, with a delicate, exquisitely sculpted face, slender limbs, and a height comparable to a small radish head.

In fact, human self-control has no fixed form; it can transform into any human appearance and express any human personality.

Just like now, in order to communicate smoothly with the Old Man of the Mountain, He transformed into a lovable little girl.

"Hehe, well, how should I put it? Um, it's just..."

Alaya's delicate face showed a slight struggle as she tried to organize her thoughts, much like a ruthless boss trying to trick his employees into working overtime.

"It's meaningless! It's really meaningless!"

Seeing the human's pretentious and affected manner of suppressing his power, Wang Hassan immediately understood the situation.

This familiar scene had happened countless times before, and his eyes suddenly blazed with a bright red light.

"Tell me, who do you want me to ring the bell for this time?"

Alaya smiled and extended her slender white fingers, pulling a color photograph from her Gothic Lolita outfit and placing it in front of King Hassan.

"This is the guy. Can you guarantee you'll take him down?"

Wang Hassan stared at the photo in silence for a moment, then said quietly, "Human self-control, you're holding the photo upside down."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

With a stiff little face, Alaya, who was pretending to be a mafia boss intending to hire someone to kill, chuckled dryly, rearranged the photos, coughed twice, and was just about to start speaking again...

"He is indeed the one destined to be killed by the bell, and I may grant him the end of his life in accordance with the will of Heaven."

Wang Hassan, oblivious to Alaya's intention to continue indulging in his delusional behavior, looked up at the Human Restraint Force frozen in mid-air.

"And what about the reward? I am neither a guardian of you and Gaia, nor a heroic soul enjoying the worship on that throne."

"Eh? First Generation, how could you do this!?"

Alaya's little face was full of astonishment and confusion, as if she had never expected that she would need to prepare a reward.

"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems."

Wang Hassan acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Since the other party had come to discuss business, it was only natural that the rules needed to be clearly explained and the negotiations conducted properly.

“This is the kind of thing we Assassins do. What’s wrong with demanding our due compensation?”

"Why don't I remember saying that before..." Alaya asked in a low voice, looking aggrieved.

"When I first arrived at the Vortex of Origin and comprehended the true meaning of 'death' within it, I swore that I would act on behalf of the world's will ten times, and now I have used them all."

"Uh, is there such an agreement? How come I didn't know about it..."

Alaya suddenly understood why the old man of the mountain had always agreed so readily when she and Gaia asked him to work overtime before, as if he was always there to grant their requests.

"Ugh, if I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have gone straight for the trump card in those trivial matters before."

Alaya crouched on the ground, holding her head in her hands, shaking her little head from side to side and emitting a mournful cry like a small animal. Her delicate, porcelain-like face was filled with tears, making her look weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The little black-haired girl looked up at King Hassan with a pitiful expression, and complained in a cute little voice, "But, but this matter is very troublesome. It might even lead to the destruction of the whole world, so..."

"This is a matter of principle, and it also concerns the Assassins' credibility. I cannot go against it."

Wang Hassan showed no sign of wavering, but he became interested in what Alaya had mentioned, since he hadn't obtained a head of sufficient value in a long time.

"Actually, it doesn't require a very high price. Even the cheapest thing you have can be used to trade with me."

Alaya finally compromised. If this matter wasn't handled properly, it could lead to the complete annihilation of humanity. This was a disaster she had no choice but to address.

Alaya is the collective consciousness of humans, the kind that cannot be escaped even if one wants to. As long as the terrifying upright apes on Earth are all wiped out, Alaya will also perish along with them.

"Um, First Generation... what kind of reward do you want? I can consider it."

The black-haired little girl exuded an aura of poverty throughout her entire Counter Force; she was nowhere near as wealthy as Gaia, the Earth Counter Force.

Alaya is so poor that all she has left is this Lolita outfit, and the only thing she can offer is the humans in her world.

"We can discuss this matter when I return, and charge appropriate compensation based on the difficulty of the task."

As he spoke, King Hassan raised his greatsword and shield, and his tattered black cloak slipped down, revealing a jet-black heavy armor engraved with runes and magic patterns.

Seeing this, Alaya waved her little hand and manifested a five-pointed star-shaped magic circle on the ground, which was shining with a dazzling light. She then took the opportunity of communicating with the space to explain the general situation of the mission.

"Because the Holy Grail War in that world has broken free from the control of our Counter Force, the First Generation You will descend as a participating Servant, and your strength will not reach that of a Grand Rank Servant."

"But once the Holy Grail War is decided and 'that thing' appears from the Holy Grail, you will be able to unleash your full power. Therefore, please do your best to hold on until the very end!!"

Wang Hassan nodded, indicating that he understood Alaya's instructions, and stepped into the center of the magic circle.

"I accept this responsibility. I swear in the name of the old man of the mountain that I will not fail you!"

Chapter One: The So-Called War

Legend has it that the Holy Grail is a supreme treasure that can grant any wish.

Of course, this cup is not the one Jesus used to hold blood, nor is it a massive magical aggregate that can be casually conjured by a certain king. Rather, it specifically refers to the Fuyuki Great Grail, which possesses the third law, 'Soul Materialization'.

In order for the Fuyuki Holy Grail to manifest, a special and grand ceremony must be performed.

The seven magicians chosen by the Holy Grail will serve as Masters, and the seven Heroic Spirits chosen by the Holy Grail from Valhalla will serve as Servants.

Swordsman "Saber" (Takeuchi face, sword beam cannon)

Lancer "Lancer" (Luck E, self-inflicted)

Archer (melee overpowered, archers without bows)

The cavalry "Rider" (this one seems to defy description; is it a king among kings of sausages?).

The magician "Caster" (the troublemaker and Green Gauntlet have finally landed!)

The assassin "Assassin" (gymnastics troupe, sexy Hassan, embarrasses himself online)

Berserkers (Aside from being brainless, this group seems to be relatively normal).

Of course, there are always exceptions. Sometimes an unofficial rank might suddenly appear, such as a referee called "Ruler" (a black whistle).

The chosen mages must form a contract with one of the seven classes of Servants and prove themselves to be the most suitable person to receive the Holy Grail.

In other words, a magician must prove himself to be the strongest by eliminating other magicians.

After all, there is only one Holy Grail, and one can only make a wish once.

Since everyone wants it and there's no possibility of negotiation, the only option is to take action and eliminate the other scheming individuals.

This entire ritual, filled with bloodshed and violence, is what has long been known as the Holy Grail War.

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Einzbern is a mysterious castle located in the forests of northern Germany, isolated from the outside world by a magical barrier.

This place is covered in ice and snow all year round, and the breath turns to frost. Only the Einzbern family lives in the castle.

For two thousand years, this race has been pursuing the third law, 'the materialization of the soul,' and the long years have turned this desire into an obsession.

Whenever the Third Law is mentioned, this race almost goes insane due to loss of reason.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have participated in such an incredible thing as building the 'Fuyuki Grand Grail' in the first place.

Yet, this noble family of magicians, which has a history of over a thousand years, welcomed its first non-family magician nine years ago—Emiya Kiritsugu.