That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"And... we can't let her down."

Hall awoke from the dream of his memories. Olga Marie was still asleep in his arms. He carefully raised his right hand and saw three Command Seals on the back of his hand.

The transfer ceremony of the contract and command spells went very smoothly.

"Let's begin."

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The Sea of ​​Origin, the cradle of life, has a surface as vast and vibrant as the ocean, where all the ancient creatures of Earth swam freely.

If you continue to descend, the light will be swallowed up, and you will reach the deep sea valley with no end in sight, where you can come into contact with the operating mode of this primitive life system.

A white figure fell into the abyss of the life system during this time.

As she continued to fall, Joan of Arc opened her eyes and, through her blurred vision, saw countless blue lights rising around her.

"Is this the sea?"

Joan of Arc was bewildered, but gradually regained her memories. In the monster's lair, her body was coiled up by a giant snake, and her consciousness fell into darkness.

"Is this the Sea of ​​Life?"

“That’s right.” A mocking voice came from behind, the voice both unfamiliar and familiar.

Joan of Arc turned around abruptly and saw herself, a completely different version of herself.

She has long, silver-white hair, and her appearance is similar to that of her armor, but dyed jet black. Her pale gold eyes reflect Joan of Arc's image, making no attempt to hide her mockery.

Joan of Arc's surprise lasted less than a moment before she calmly said, "You are another version of me."

“Aren’t you surprised that you have this side to yourself? That vengeful goddess was right, leave everything to me.” Jeanne Alter extended her right hand.

Joan of Arc shook her head: "I have never regretted it. Even in that great fire, you were the hatred and suffering I had already overcome. What meaning does it have for you to appear before me now?"

“What an annoying woman, you think so too, Hall?” Jeanne Alter said mockingly.

Upon hearing Hall's name, Joan of Arc turned in disbelief and saw Hall slowly drifting down.

"Hall, it really is you."

Joan of Arc furrowed her brows and, in the Sea of ​​Origin, gradually recalled the memories stored on the throne.

In a past dream, in another world, Hall once used some means to make her taste a pain a thousand times greater than the agony of being burned at the stake.

"It was you...it was you who created her! Why!" Joan of Arc demanded excitedly.

Hall chuckled. "There's no particular reason. Men just like the dark."

"Her presence here means you're now preparing to do the same thing to me again."

“If you understand, just accept her.” Hall didn’t deny it.

“I will not deny that I have this side to me, but it is something I have long since abandoned.”

Jeanne Alter sneered, "You really know how to talk. You're just a country girl, envying the life of nobles and longing for your own prince charming. You're just an ordinary person, yet you put on this saintly act. You have no shame."

Being criticized by her other self, Joan of Arc lowered her head in embarrassment and argued, "I did have those girlish thoughts before, but now I have grown up and am striving to become someone worthy of my saintly status."

Joan of Arc, in theory, had no evil side.

The Jeanne d'Arc Alter existing here is not a phantom created by Gilles de Rais using the Holy Grail, but rather a forced reversal by Howl using Command Spells and the black mud of the Holy Grail. However, the actual effect is similar to the Jeanne d'Arc Alter that Howl remembers.

After all, Gilles de Rais is arguably one of the people who knows Joan of Arc best, and the Black Joan of Arc he created based on Joan of Arc is not far from the real Black Joan of Arc.

The only difference is probably the fact that a true saint has no evil side.

Hall extended his right hand, revealing the bright red Command Seals on the back of his hand.

Almost simultaneously, Jeanne sensed the contractual connection between herself and Hall and cried out in alarm, "Command Seals!? Why are they on you?"

Hall calmly stated the facts: "Only when the Master himself voluntarily transfers the contract and Command Seals can a formal contractual relationship be established between us."

"Master...Does Olga Marie know about this? Does she know what you plan to do to me?"

"She wanted to know, but I didn't tell her."

"You've gone to such lengths just to corrupt me? What do you want in return? Is it really what the goddess, whose reason has been corrupted by hatred, said—that you want to destroy humanity?"

Hall chuckled and retorted, "You believe what Gorgon said?"

"No, that's why I want to hear the answer from you in person. I believe in my Master, and I believe in the Master's belief in you."

"The burning of humanity is not a process, but a result. I want to change this result and, incidentally, satisfy my personal desires."

Joan of Arc bit her thin lips, pondering Hall's words, before responding in a trembling voice with reluctance: "Use it, use the Command Spell to make me accept her, I am willing to do so. If you truly want to save humanity, I will become your help. Otherwise, even if I am changed, I will not hate humanity. The only thing I truly hate is evil."

Jeanne Alter sneered, "Truly remarkable, Your Grace."

"With three Command Seals, Joan of Arc, accept the transformation of the Sea of ​​Life, accept reversal, accept the existence of your own evil."

Three bright red rays of light emanated from the back of Hall's hand.

Black Jeanne floated in front of Jeanne and gently stroked her cheek: "Goodbye, my other self."

Joan of Arc closed her eyes.

"La Grondement Du Haine! (Roar, my rage!)"

hum~

The deep sea ignited a fire of hatred, illuminating the darkness, covering both Black Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc, and then receding at an extremely fast pace.

Amidst the swirling starlight, only Jeanne Alter remained. She opened her eyes, looked at Hall, and a mocking smile played on her lips: "Come, let us fulfill our promise, celebrate my birth, and dance together, my Master."

In the world of Fate/Apocrypha, Howl extended an invitation to dance when he killed Jeanne Alter, but there was no opportunity at that time.

"It is an honor."

Hall approached Jeanne Alter, elegantly extending an invitation with his left hand behind his back.

The flames on Jeanne d'Arc Alter faded, leaving her in a magnificent purple-black evening gown that revealed her delicate shoulders and snow-white back, accentuating her long, graceful figure. Beneath the high-slit skirt, her straight, jade-like legs were encased in black stockings, creating an absolute territory that combined allure and elegance.

Jeanne Alter gently placed her soft, black-gloved hand on Hall's hand, accepting the invitation.

All around, more and more blue lights lit up, like a dazzling galaxy adorning the dark deep sea, serene and dreamlike.

In a dream world where reality and illusion are indistinguishable, we dance together.

Hall held her delicate hand and smiled, praising, "The dress suits you very well. If this were a banquet, you would definitely be the most eye-catching lady."

Jeanne Alter said reservedly, "I thought I would never have another chance to appear. I know my other self better than anyone else. Just as she said, there is no side of the saint who saves the country like me. The miracle actually happened a second time."

"This ball won't end so easily."

"Whether it's me or another version of myself, we all came here for this purpose." Jeanne Alter's smile turned sinister as she provoked, "Be careful, but if you don't satisfy me, my fire of hatred might accidentally burn you to death."

Although it's not Jeanne d'Arc in black, the style is similar.

Jeanne d'Arc in black is just too sexy; it'll probably be censored soon.

So I simply used something less colorful, but still pretty.

Chapter 386 The King's Entrustment

北壁

The massive, dark herd of beasts was blocked by the towering city walls, dividing the World Cup into two halves: one half was a battlefield filled with blood and death, and the other half was a peaceful market and plain beneath the northern wall.

With green hair and a white robe, Jingu stood on a giant tree, gazing at the distant battlefield where thousands of demonic beasts were charging against the defensive lines built by human soldiers.

Arrows rained down, and the roars of the monsters were drowned out by the explosions caused by the melting lapis lazuli falling from the sky.

Whether in terms of numbers or capabilities, the monsters held an absolute advantage, yet they were unable to breach the steel fence, let alone the North Wall behind it.

"They continue their pointless resistance; humans are truly creatures that never learn from their mistakes."

Once you see it, you'll understand why humans were able to withstand the attacks of monsters.

Powerful weapons and defensive structures are secondary; what's more important is the close cooperation and tenacious spirit of the soldiers. Where these advantages cannot be utilized, strong individuals will fill the gap. Wearing strange armor, they block the monsters that break through the battle line, forming an absolute wall that the monsters cannot breach.

"The commander of the North Wall taught the soldiers the wisdom of the battlefield."

"Losing just one Servant isn't enough to cause trouble for Uruk."

"The priests of the goddess of the underworld are a bunch of useless good-for-nothings."

Kingu didn't hold back his praise for Leonidas I, but shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the hordes of monsters that covered the land: "In the end, it's just an unfinished prototype. If it were the new humans, they could have taken down the North Wall in less than a day."

"The North Wall is ultimately used to restrain the King of Uruk and attract the attention of the Three Goddess Alliance."

"Delaying time, waiting for the opportunity for the mother to wake up."

Jin Gu murmured to himself, closed his purple eyes, his expression serene as if listening, a hint of doubt appearing on his face.

"but···"

"what happened?"

“During this time, my mother’s singing has changed; it doesn’t seem as sad anymore.”

"But she's still crying."

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Uruk, the palace.

On the highest throne, King Gilgamesh held a clay tablet and reviewed its contents, conveying his decrees one by one.

"The crop harvest is good, and Uruk no longer has to worry about food shortages. The surplus is stored in the granary."

"Now that it is the flood season, we will increase the frequency of measurements on the Euphrates River."

"The ranch in the eastern district outside the city has been attacked by monsters. This matter is entrusted to Fuma Kotaro. His speed and work efficiency are the highest among my elite troops."

"The coastal survey report says there are no abnormalities in the seawater."

“Ansu’s daughter is sick. Her grandfather and father are both soldiers, and family members have priority in medical care. Take her to the Priestess’s Office immediately. Also, bestow the Star Emerald Necklace from my treasury upon the Priestess and request that the Priestess’s Office’s opening hours be extended.”

Hall stood below the throne, habitually waiting in silence, with a row of Uruk city officials holding mud tablets standing beside him.

Nearly two months have passed since I arrived in Uruk. During this time, I have completed more than two hundred quests, but the heavy tasks waiting to be resolved are still piling up. The Servants summoned by King Gilgamesh have hardly had any rest.

They're practically being exploited into the world's oldest form of corporate slavery.

Hall sighed more than once that he was quite relaxed. Because of the special nature of his ability, he could complete tasks faster and more efficiently than ordinary Servants. He could complete three times the number of tasks that a Servant could. He could finish his tasks in the morning and then rest in the afternoon and evening.