That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall's voice transcended reality and virtuality, resounding in every corner of the universe and in the ears of all intelligent races.

"Want to get the Star Grail? If you want it, I can give it to you. Go find it! I've placed seven fragments of the Star Grail in the virtual world!"

"By clearing the virtual world and collecting all seven Star Grail fragments, you will have the opportunity to have one wish granted."

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Fanlou smiled merrily: "You really have a twisted sense of humor. You just ended the war, and now you want to start another one."

"War creates hatred, and hatred also binds different clans closely together, which makes the world more interesting."

It's not hard to imagine that a promise made by the One God would cause a conflict that would involve all the divine races and all intelligent species.

Of course, this takes place in a virtual reality world, and the conflicts are not limited to war as the only form of expression; this can be seen as a continuation of the development of the original world.

One update today, because the No Game No Life volume has ended.

Let me gather my thoughts and prepare for the next world.

Chapter 274 Returning to Type-Moon

The space was pure white and empty, except for Hall's consciousness, which possessed a sense of self.

"Has earned 30 World Clearance Points, currently possessing 60 World Clearance Points."

"Obtain a fragment of the world, and you can freely enter and exit that world."

With 30 world completion points, this was the most Hall had gained from traversing numerous worlds, more than doubling his evaluation points. He was now only 40 evaluation points away from understanding the truth behind his journeys through different worlds.

Hall was secretly pleased, because in reality, the difficulty of completing the No Game No Life world wasn't that high.

With the plot information, if you find the right entry point, you can not only get the golden elephant leg of the Machine Gundam for free, but also keep your biggest enemy, the God of War Artes, in a standstill.

Moreover, the return rate is astonishing; the [Star Cup] is a power comparable to the origin of the Type-Moon world.

"Let's take a vacation before moving on to the next world. It's been a long time since I've seen Sakura and the others." Hall's consciousness stirred slightly.

"Choose to enter the world of Fate/Zero. (Ended)"

"Please note that excessively strong forces between different worlds can cause a rejection reaction."

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The instant he crossed the barrier of the world, before Hall's eyes could even receive the light, a chaotic and piercing scream rang in his ears, like thousands of cars honking at the same time, tearing at his eardrums. The sound rampaged through every cell in his body, flooding his mind and assaulting Hall's consciousness.

Damn it!

Hall's face turned pale, and he fell to the ground in a daze, losing control of his body.

Inhibitory force!

Hall understood the meaning of the sentence he received before his transmigration. It was not as simple as the inhibitory force. If Hall could use the power of the Star Cup, he could erase the two major inhibitory forces of Gaia and Alaya consciousness with a single thought.

What caused Hall's body and soul to have such a strong rejection reaction was the "Truth" that determines everything in this world—the Vortex of Origin.

The Star Grail that Hall possesses in the "No Game No Life" world is equivalent to an invader to that world; the truths of the two worlds are incompatible.

It's not that the power of the Star Cup lies beneath the Root. Both powers are symbols of the origin of the world, but Hall is currently in the Type-Moon world and is absolutely dominated by the Root.

At the same time, Hall was consciously suppressing the power of the Star Cup.

In the past, Hall traveled to different worlds without mastering the most essential power between them. Therefore, the most direct manifestation of this was that the power obtained from another world became ineffective.

The situation is completely different now, and Hall knows very well what will happen if the truths of the two worlds are allowed to collide.

First, there's the Type-Moon universe, where the capacity of the universe is limited; the solar system can only absorb the amount of information generated by human civilization for a few hundred more years.

Just now, if Hall hadn't controlled his presence immediately, the amount of information generated by the Star Cup manifestation alone would have burst the solar system of this world.

In order to move freely in the Type-Moon world without affecting its continued existence, Howl must refine his form of existence and seal away all the Star Grail power that conflicts with the world's fundamental forces.

To put it simply, Hall's current state is like an elephant walking a tightrope. Forget about whether he can stand firm; his weight alone could break the tightrope.

The process was quite dangerous. When Hall transmigrated into Matou Shinji, he tried to verify the difference between the rules and laws of this world and the world of Fullmetal Alchemist in order to find alchemy that conformed to the concept of Type-Moon magic. As a result, it took him more than a year to barely be able to exert some of the alchemical abilities.

Hall, who possesses the Star Cup, is enormous, and the amount of information he contains exceeds the sum of all material information in this world.

If something goes wrong, Hall will be fine, but this parallel world will definitely be doomed.

"Can we still have a pleasant vacation? To sort out the differences between all the rules and laws in the two worlds is a project that is bigger than finding a needle in a haystack."

"..."

"Alright, let's seal away all power and knowledge related to the Star Grail for now."

Hall was extremely frustrated and chose to temporarily seal the power of the Star Grail. This did not mean that Hall could not use the magic of the "No Game No Life" world. Hall had still painstakingly studied the magic of the Forest Spirits and the information database accumulated by the Machine Race over countless years.

Even without the support of Servant Spirit Origins, Hall, as a magician, still possesses the power to defeat top-tier Servants.

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Hall suddenly opened his eyes and was greeted by a spacious and luxurious room with Scandinavian-style furniture and bright, glaring lighting. From the room's layout, it was easy to guess that this was a hotel suite.

Before understanding his current situation, Hall needs to understand his body's condition. He should look at his right hand and judge from both a physiological and magical perspective that his body is currently in excellent health and full of vitality.

The biggest difference between Hall and the past is that he can use magic without restriction. This magic does not come from the Small Source or the Large Source, but from the Star Cup deep in Hall's soul.

In a sense, Hall is now a magician.

“The Spirit of the Wind, excerpt three, Chapter of the Spirit.”

Hall chanted a spell, and the wind element, guided by magic, formed a gentle breeze that spread throughout the room, seeping out through the cracks to gather intelligence.

A moment later, Hall realized who the owner of the hotel suite was, and his eyes became somewhat strange.

Looking around, it's not hard to tell that this is a woman's room. It's a bit messy, with various women's underwear, black pantyhose, black lace lingerie, and evening gowns laid out on the soft carpet floor, mostly in a mature and sexy style.

Hall carefully avoided the clothes, found a way out of the bedroom, and came to the living room. He looked at the woman in casual clothes with long purple hair on the sofa and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, can't you tidy up your room properly?"

The one who picked up Hall was none other than Scáthach, the queen of the Land of Shadows and Hall's cheap mentor.

The Land of Shadows has been destroyed by Howl using the power of the Holy Grail, leaving Scáthach homeless and choosing to follow Howl, hoping that one day he will kill her.

"You're awake."

The Queen responded casually. Her current attire was quite casual. Her full and slender body was only covered by a white blouse. Although it covered her completely, it still outlined her full curves. The blouse barely covered her thighs, and her jade legs, wrapped in black crystal stockings, were casually leaning against one side of the sofa, revealing a seductive white jade color. Her beautiful curves were enough to drive any artist crazy.

A line that should have been spoken by "himself" (Shinji Matou) popped into Hall's mind: "These legs, I could play with them for a year."

Chapter 275 Master, Become My Belonging!

In the living room, Scáthach watched the news on television. Her delicate crimson eyes glanced at Hall, a smile spreading across her face as she said, "Warriors have their mission, and kings have their responsibilities. Tidying up is the job of servants. I am a warrior, but more importantly, I am a queen."

Hall curled his lip: "Just didn't want to tidy up the room, what a high-sounding excuse you came up with."

Scáthach quipped, "You are my disciple, and it is my duty to take care of your master's daily life. Now that you have seen the shameful side of your master, it is my responsibility to help you cover it up."

"You recognized me from the very beginning?"

"No matter how your appearance changes, the essence of your soul will not change, especially yours, which has very unique and distinctive features and aura."

Although Howl's body has become an artificial human, his soul attributes and origin attributes in this world will not change. Moreover, under Howl's conscious control, the appearance of the artificial human body is 80% similar to that of Shinji Matou.

It's not exactly shocking that a magician could change bodies.

Countless magicians try to prolong their lifespan in pursuit of the origin, and changing bodies is one of the more common methods. Some magicians even create dolls to replace their bodies, and replace them as soon as the body becomes abnormal, such as the Grand Doll Master Painful Crimson.

Scáthach said meaningfully, "However, something must have happened to you. I can sense a huge difference between you and the person you were a while ago."

Hall shrugged: "It's nothing much, just a trip to a parallel world, and I happened to get the Holy Grail that hadn't been tainted yet. Oh, and I also ran into your disciple, Kuran's Hound."

"Cú Chulainn? You've fought him before?" Scáthach's eyes lit up as she pressed on with interest.

"He was summoned as a Caster, but even so, I witnessed his spear skills and his divine declaration of incorporating the original runes into his spear techniques. There's a limit to how much reckless he can go."

Scáthach chuckled softly, her tone tinged with pride: "Although Cú Chulainn is still very immature, he remains my most outstanding disciple. Being able to defeat him means that your strength has increased significantly."

"That means I've become a god in the new world," Hall replied, half-jokingly.

"Gods?" Scáthach raised an eyebrow, displeased. "Mere gods can't satisfy me. How many gods do you think have died by my gun so far?"

Gods in the Type-Moon universe are indeed not very valuable.

"How much?" Hall asked curiously.

"Hmph, I don't know. Want to try?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in fighting right now."

Scáthach toyed with her hair, giving Hall a disgruntled look. "Your strength has clearly increased, but you show no sign of honing your skills. Is it because you lack confidence? Don't worry, I'll control my strength so I don't kill you. Instead, I'll drain all the power from your body."

"I'm not a battle maniac, and I've encountered opponents like you several times in a row, so I'm pretty tired of it," Hall sighed silently.

Scáthach's eyes lit up, and she said seriously, "You mean you defeated an opponent stronger than me?"

"Pretty much. I'd love to tell stories, anyway, tonight's pretty boring."

“What a coincidence, I’m also very interested in your story.” Scáthach stood up with a smile, but the astonishing fighting spirit emanating from her made Hall unable to smile. Magic covered her graceful body, and after the faint light faded, she had changed from her home clothes into a transparent purple-black bodysuit, and a bright red magic spear appeared from her right hand.

Hall narrowed his eyes, his tone unfriendly: "What do you mean by that?"

Scáthach brandished her magic spear at Hall, her tone indifferent yet chillingly cold: "Stories can't be told with words alone. Tell me your story with your strength! That's why I've been training you. If you can't satisfy me, then become a victim of my gun."

Scáthach is a complete battle maniac, and because of his good relationship with her, Hall almost forgot that she was a berserker.

Her sole purpose in training disciples was for her own amusement; if they couldn't kill her, she would kill them.

Hall's words had completely ignited her fighting spirit. For Scáthach, finding an opponent who could defeat her and end this boring life was now her only reason for existing.

Realizing this, Hall held up one finger: "I have a request."

"Go ahead."

"If I win, you will become my possession."

Scáthach smiled, her clear voice flat and even: "I thought it was some kind of request. Isn't this just a matter of course? The strong dominate the weak, and the bodies and souls of the weak are the property of the strong. This is the law of survival in the Land of Shadows."

"If... you defeat me." The Queen's tone turned cold, and her faint smile lost its warmth: "Let me give you some advice: when a battle involves interests, it will evolve into a war. You will no longer be an opponent or a disciple, but an enemy. I have never had the habit of holding back against my enemies."

Give me some time.

"You're a magician, I'll still give you time to prepare."

Hall crouched down, and as his right hand touched the ground, a massive magical barrier unfolded, enveloping Scáthach.