That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Trash protagonist, I could do that too! Author: Victoria

【brief introduction】

"Makoto Ito is not smooth enough." "Shu Ouma is too chuunibyou (delusional)." "Shinji Matou is too ordinary." "Sieg is useless."

"I've learned one thing from my brief experience as a viewer: the more works you watch, the more you'll discover the incompetence of the protagonist!"

"What exactly are you trying to say?!"

"That trashy protagonist? I could do better!"

"Okay, if you're so good, then you do it."

"???"

From then on, the world lost one keyboard warrior and gained one traveler who journeys between different worlds.

"Damn it (in both Chinese and Japanese), you're a genius to let a seven-year-old participate in the Holy Grail War!" The seemingly harmless six-year-old with the kelp-like hair was completely speechless.

Before he could finish complaining, his father led over a timid little girl and introduced her, "Shinji, from today onwards, she is your little sister. Her name is Sakura, Matou Sakura."

Chapter One: The Immortal Alchemist

The air was filled with the sounds of artillery fire and explosions, which assaulted the soldiers' eardrums. The smell of gunpowder permeated the air.

The soldiers stared intently at the center of the Central Command courtyard, their expressions tense, their hands gripping their weapons tightly.

Dust filled the air, and everything had returned to calm. Every corner of the courtyard bore the marks of battle, as if it had been carpet-bombed, with not a single intact brick or stone to be found.

In reality, only two people were fighting here.

One was King Bradley, the Grand President of Amestris, and the other was Shul, the State Alchemist known as the Immortal Alchemist.

The soldiers watching swallowed hard, exchanging bewildered glances, none daring to step into the courtyard.

Previously, all the soldiers who entered the courtyard to attack the president had turned into corpses.

"Is it over? Who won?"

"In this kind of battle... are they even human?"

"Don't panic! Everyone prepare to fire! We can't let the President break through here!"

The soldiers hurriedly raised their weapons, but the weapons offered them no sense of security. Their opponent was President King Bradley, a terrifying man who was comparable to a million-strong army.

Before long, the soldiers were finally able to see the courtyard clearly.

President King Bradley's body was pierced by more than a dozen long spears protruding from the ground, his body below the waist turned into a pile of rotten flesh, his expression no longer as energetic and capable as before, his hair was frosty white, as if he had aged decades in an instant, and anyone could see that he was just clinging to life.

On the other side, the immortal alchemist Shul was impaled through the heart by a rapier and fixed to the stone slab behind him. His body was covered in sword wounds, and he lost his right leg.

The excruciating pain jolted Shul's nerves, his gaze fixed on the rapier piercing his heart. It was the weapon of President King Bradley, enhanced by alchemy, making it indestructible.

Damn it!

Shur gasped, then shakily raised his hands to clap, trying to use his most powerful physical healing abilities to treat his injuries.

Shul's body had been enhanced through body alchemy, making him appear no different from Superman to ordinary people, yet he was still no match for President King Bradley.

"Snapped!"

He clasped his hands together, a faint blue light flickering, and activated the Body Training Technique, but saw no effect.

what happened?

"Haha...cough...it's useless, Shul. I know you're best at body alchemy, able to heal yourself no matter how severe the injury. That's why you're known as the Undying Alchemist. The sword that pierced your heart was a weapon forged from the Philosopher's Stone to deal with you." President King Bradley, whose body was pierced by a rock spear, chuckled lightly. Although his tone was weak, he showed no fear, as if his horrific injury was insignificant.

Weapons crafted from the Philosopher's Stone...

After several attempts, the Body Transformation Technique still had no effect. With the massive loss of blood in his body, Xiu Er felt his strength rapidly draining away. His body and consciousness were gradually swallowed by a deep weariness, and he realized that there was no way to reverse the situation.

Shul closed his eyes and sighed resignedly, then laughed, shaking his head and mocking himself: "That is truly my honor to die on a weapon forged from the Philosopher's Stone, and against you, President Kim Bradley."

“Everyone thinks you’re only good at physical training.” President King Bradley stared at Shul, whose body was aging rapidly.

Both sides fought with all their might in this battle. Shul revealed his trump card and used other alchemical techniques to achieve this outcome.

Shul took out a blood-stained cigarette from his pocket, snapped his fingers to light it, took a deep drag, and said calmly, "Isn't it all over now? Tell me your last words, Your Excellency the President."

"Last words? I don't need those. It's wonderful to face death like this. I'm single-mindedly fighting to the death, regardless of my background, status, experience, race, gender, name, or anything else. There are no constraints, no one to fight for, only the battle. It's so exhilarating. I'm satisfied with this battle." President King Bradley closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

President King Bradley looked at Shul with suspicion: "But you, Shul, what are you craving, what are you hoping for, and what are you doing? In the past ten years of observing you, I have never found the answer. You are neither a pawn nor a player, but more like an observer."

Shul's pupils were rapidly dilating as he desperately tried to take another drag of his cigarette, scoffing at himself, "For what? Probably to win the game."

"The game... victory, cough cough, an interesting answer. You see your entire life so far as a game? The values ​​you pursue, the meaning of your existence, and your battle with me, are all just a game... Haha, if it weren't for so many trivial matters, we might have become good friends. Although I've lived my life on a predetermined path, thanks to you humans, I still have some value, don't I?" After President King Bradley finished speaking, he didn't hear a reply. He struggled to raise his head and saw the immortal alchemist, whose heart had been pierced by his own rapier, lifeless. His expression was calm, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"I have won this battle." President King Bradley closed his eyes peacefully, declaring the battle over.

After a moment, the surrounding soldiers finally dared to surround them and examine the bodies of President King Brad and the immortal alchemist Shul.

The soldiers saluted the immortal alchemist Shul, who was pinned to the stone, and the leading sergeant said in a trembling voice, "Lord Shul, State Alchemist, we will never forget your contributions to protecting this country."

"Everyone salute!"

After a brief silence, another soldier reported that the main gate needed support.

The soldiers had no time to spare and immediately joined the war to protect Amestris.

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"If I had to say something, it would probably be that I didn't get to see the ending, and in the end, I was just playing a supporting role who didn't live to see the end."

"The world of Fullmetal Alchemist has finally come to an end."

In the pure white space, Xiu Er smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, his consciousness quickly receiving strange information.

"World completion score: 71 (Good)".

"Received 5 rating points".

"Currently holding 11 rating points."

Although he had expected it, Shul still couldn't help but curse: "To achieve this level of dedication, spending over a decade researching alchemy, and even sacrificing himself to take down President King Bradley, only to get a 'good' rating?! Screw you!"

The rating score is something Shure doesn't know what it's used for. Failure to complete the world or insufficient rating will result in a deduction of points, while a good rating will result in an increase. A rating score of 100 and a rating score of 0 will produce different results.

Leaving aside the 100, if the evaluation score is 0, Xiuer can more or less guess the result: he will definitely be wiped out, just like in infinite flow novels.

"Can't I redeem some weird items with my rating points?" Shul complained helplessly.

"The next world, Fate/Zero."

"Please select a character."

"Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Tohsaka, Shirou Emiya, Shinji Matou."

Choosing the character you possess is crucial for completing the game.

“…” Shul frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly muttered to himself, “Shinji Matou.”

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, there are four time travel options. Rin Tohsaka and Sakura Tohsaka are not considered due to their gender. Although Shirou Emiya is the protagonist, he is still a child in the Fourth Holy Grail War and has no access to magic.

After much thought, the best option is Shinji Matou. Although he is a harmless villain in the original work, he actually has many advantages. He is also a descendant of a magician, so as long as he doesn't do anything stupid, he will basically not die.

"Wait, the Fourth Holy Grail War!? How old was Shinji Matou back then?"

The question had barely popped into Xiuer's mind when everything went black, and his consciousness quickly plunged into deep darkness.

Chapter Two: What to do if you transmigrate into a villain? I need help urgently!

In the quiet old house, the dim light from the lampposts was insufficient to illuminate every corner, making the darkness seem even deeper and more gloomy. It was as if something was wriggling and making faint noises.

This is a classical manor with a blend of Western and traditional architectural styles. The exterior walls are covered with lush green vines, and what should have been a unique and elegant landscape is strangely eerie and filled with a deathly atmosphere.

In the quiet corridor, the bright moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell onto the dark red carpet, appearing especially clear compared to the dim indoor lighting.

A slender figure passed by in the corridor. The moonlight illuminated his profile. He was a little boy with a rather cute appearance. His blue hair, which fell to his forehead, was slightly curled. His eyes were deep and calm. The little boy held a thick, hardcover book in his right hand. No matter how young he looked, he always gave people a sense of composure and maturity.

The little boy was Shinji Matou, the eldest son of the prestigious Matou family in Fuyuki City.

"Almost a year."

Shinji Matou looked up at the half-moon outside the window and muttered to himself. After a moment of contemplation, he turned his gaze to the end of the corridor, his brows furrowed. A long, narrow shadow moved with the faint sound of footsteps as an elderly man with a hunched back walked out, leaning on a cane.

The old man was dressed in a kimono, leaning on a cane with one hand. His hunched body was so thin that he was skin and bones, and his wrinkled skin occasionally twitched strangely, as if worms were crawling under his flesh.

The old man's appearance was even more horrifying, hardly better than a skeleton, with pitch-black eyes and an abnormal grayish-white pupil.

Shinji Matou knew that the black eyes and white pupils were from a special kind of insect, and that the old man's body was no longer human, but composed of millions of insects.

Shinji Matou lowered his eyes, concealing his calm expression, and cautiously approached, greeting him timidly, "Good evening, Grandpa."

"Damn old geezer!" Shinji Matou cursed inwardly, a chill running through his hands and feet as his childlike body instinctively feared the monster that was eyeing his life.

The old insect before him was a monster that had lived for hundreds of years. Its body and spirit had long since decayed and rotted, losing all humanity. The more so, the more sensitive it was to changes in its surroundings. Shinji Matou had no doubt that it had discovered something unusual about him.

Before they completely break off relations, they must maintain Matou Shinji's identity.

Zouken Matou looked his grandson, Shinji Matou, up and down, and asked casually, "Oh, it's Shinji. Why are you still up so late?"

Shinji Matou replied reservedly, "I was reading in the study and accidentally missed the time. I want to become a qualified magician as soon as possible and live up to the name of Matou."

"Yeah."

Zouken Matou, leaning on his cane, praised without a smile: "Hehe, not bad. This is the awareness that a heir of the Matou family should have. The Matou family is a famous magic family with hundreds of years of history. In terms of magic accumulation, it is no less than that of Western nobles. Study hard, and one day you will also become an excellent magician. You must not learn from your cowardly and incompetent uncle and shirk your responsibilities as a member of the Matou family."

When the topic turned to Matou Shinji's uncle, Matou Zouken's face twitched slightly, his tone a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“Yes, Grandpa,” Shinji Matou replied hesitantly.

"Shinji, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand about magic."

"I understand. I'll go back to my room to rest then." Shinji Matou responded weakly, passing by Zouken Matou and leaving. He could faintly smell the fishy stench unique to insects.

Zouken Matou stared down the corridor as Shinji Matou left, his eerie insect-like eyes flashing with strange light. His hoarse, unpleasant voice muttered to himself in confusion, "What's going on? Why has Shinji undergone such a drastic change..."

"Unfortunately, although his temperament is better than Kariya's, his aptitude as a magician is still too low."

Zouken Matou extended his right hand, and a fist-sized insect burst through his skin, emerged from the flesh, fluttered its wings, and flew in the direction where Shinji Matou had left.

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