Simultaneously transmigrating, I, with my extraordinary talent, relied entirely on myself.

Some of these talents can be upgraded as Yalin grows.

Just like time accelerating, as his strength increases, the limit is no longer three times the speed.

Despite his rambling thoughts, Yalin's process of absorbing negative emotions didn't slow down at all. Occasionally, he would intervene when he encountered situations that were difficult to bear.

He wasn't a good person, nor did he intend to be a champion of justice; he simply didn't want unpleasant things to happen to him.

However, compared to six months ago, Tokyo's safety has improved significantly.

After this period of sweeping operations, Yalin's underground influence in Tokyo has become infamous. The number of lives he has taken is in the hundreds.

A force whose business was severely impacted once attempted to wipe out Yalin. The result was a devastating defeat, and Yalin ultimately became history.

Therefore, even without knowing his true identity, the rumor of him being a murderous demon who appears in the dead of night has terrified countless people.

When their lives are threatened, the forces in the shadows all back down and are no longer as arrogant as before.

Those who dare to defy the rules are either hotheads or blinded by greed and willing to risk their lives.

This made Yalin feel both gratified and somewhat melancholy.

Simply put, there are fewer people who provide negative emotions.

However, compared to having a clear mind, this loss is nothing.

......

After spending three-quarters of an hour replenishing his mana, Yalin emerged from the dark alley, ready to head home.

For a human being, hibernation is absolutely necessary. Even if he doesn't need to use it to restore his energy, maintaining his usual habits can effectively prevent his mentality from changing excessively due to the increase in his strength.

As he passed Shinjuku Station, Yalin stopped in front of the billboard and stared ahead.

A young girl with purple hair and brown skin, dressed in a white dress, wandered aimlessly in the night. Her pitiful appearance would stir pity in any normal man.

As a normal person with sound mind and body, Yalin naturally followed the crowd in observing the girl. Then his gaze sharpened as he noticed something amiss.

A middle-aged office worker, looking tired and seemingly just off a shift, noticed the purple-haired girl and approached her. He asked her with concern if she was in trouble and needed help.

The girl didn't answer, but simply pointed to the quiet park not far away.

She then headed toward the park, signaling the man to follow.

This puzzled the middle-aged man, leaving him undecided. A moment later, a dazed look crossed his face, prompting him to take a step and follow.

He had only taken a few steps when a large hand pressed down on his shoulder, followed by a steady voice.

"It's not a good idea to go to the shadows with strangers so easily. You'd better go home quickly; your family is waiting for you."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged office worker shuddered and regained his rationality.

Noticing that the girl was alone there, he was worried about her safety, so he went up to ask her what was wrong.

After all, the area around the station is not safe, and bad guys may appear at any time.

As a father, he didn't want to see this girl, who was the same age as his daughter, get hurt.

However, after communicating with the other party, one's mind suddenly becomes confused, and one may even forget the original purpose.

The middle-aged office worker looked ahead again and found that the purple-haired girl had disappeared.

This sent a chill down his spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

I hope I won't encounter any ghosts or monsters.

"Thank you so much, sir," the middle-aged office worker said gratefully.

"Don't worry about it too much. Just forget about what happened tonight when you get back," Yalin suggested to him.

"Ugh?"

The middle-aged office worker was somewhat puzzled by the meaning of the sentence, but before he could ask Yalin, Yalin strode away and quickly disappeared from sight.

In the Type-Moon universe, for ordinary people, understanding the mysteries is tantamount to suicide. Knowing too much can actually invite danger.

Especially since it relates to the Holy Grail War, the danger level needs to be raised by two levels.

As a former FGO Master, Arlin has already recognized the purple-haired girl's origin: Silent Hassan.

Silent Hassan is one of the Hassans of the Assassination Order. She appears as an endearing young girl, but is in reality a walking embodiment of poison. Both her skin and bodily fluids contain deadly toxins, making her the very embodiment of venom.

After becoming a Heroic Spirit, this image was elevated, and even the Imaginary Species could not resist her poison.

Even heroic spirits would be severely affected if they came into contact with it, not to mention humans.

Yalin's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered this.

Is it highly toxic?

......

Deep within the Royal Garden, Hassan hurried along, trying to shake off the magician who was hot on his heels.

No matter how fast she sped up or concealed her presence, it had no effect; Yalin remained close by.

This made Serenity Hassan impatient; with her Master dead, she didn't have much time left to exist.

Originally, it wanted to maintain its existence by devouring life force and souls, even if it would harm innocent people.

Of course, the Serene Hassan also has his own principles.

She only targets those who speak to her, regardless of whether they are good or bad people.

I just didn't expect things to be disrupted right from the start.

If it doesn't get replenished soon, it might completely disappear.

She couldn't accept the mere thought of that possibility.

I will never be willing to die like this until I find someone who can touch me, who can give me a hug and a smile.

Therefore, the only solution is to kill this troublesome magician!

......

Yalin noticed the silence ahead and Hassan stopped.

She gripped the sharp dagger tightly in her hand, looked at Yalin, and assumed a fighting stance, her eyes filled with determination.

"Preparing to resist? Then let me test the true strength of Assassin."

Yalin responded in this way, then broke off a straight branch and infused it with magic to strengthen it.

While it may not be able to handle intense battles, it's sufficient for the current situation.

Silent Hassan was puzzled by this; his nonchalant attitude after learning her identity was far too arrogant.

Is a mere branch a sign of disrespect towards her?

Even the weakest assassin in a direct confrontation is not someone an ordinary magician can withstand.

With these thoughts in mind, Silent Hassan charged towards Yalin like a ghost, suddenly accelerating when they were a few meters apart, arriving before Yalin in the blink of an eye. His short blade danced like a flower blooming in the night, stabbing at him at an uncanny angle.

“Too slow!”

Yalin was dealing with the onslaught of the storm, and was not entirely satisfied with the girl's attacks.

Silent Hassan's short blade blurred into afterimages, relentlessly attacking his vital points, but each attack was blocked without any chance of success.

How is that possible? A modern magician actually possesses such physical strength!

She was shocked, but she did not give up. Her agile figure transformed into ripples, and the dark short blade was swung even faster, as she wanted to end her opponent's life.

However, the gap is too large.

No matter what methods she used to assassinate him, they were all blocked without any flaws.

Silent Hassan could not understand this.

Even though her abilities have been greatly reduced due to the loss of her magic supply, she should still be able to crush a single magician.

What kind of person is this man?

As time passed, Silent Hassan's offensive grew increasingly fierce, his extreme speed creating afterimages.

This was her desperate gamble, yet she couldn't even touch the hem of Yalin's clothes.

Half an hour later, Yalin swung a branch and knocked the serene Hassan to the ground, making it difficult for her to get up.

After this fierce battle, her body could no longer maintain its physical form and was only one step away from dissipating.

Quiet Hassan was somewhat desperate about this; she didn't want to die before her wish was fulfilled.

Even if she had her final trump card—transforming all flesh and blood into poisonous flowers, staining the magician with copious amounts of poisonous blood—no matter how powerful the opponent, he could only die in excruciating pain.

But if they all perish together, then everything she has done will be meaningless.

She must escape; she cannot afford to fall here!

As Hassan struggled to her feet in the stillness, Yalin approached her step by step, looking down at her.

"If this is all Assassin is capable of, it's rather disappointing. Or have you already lost your Master?"

From the very beginning of the battle, Yalin noticed the problem.

The Master of the tranquil Hassan before us is most likely experiencing a problem, unable to provide magic power, and even struggling to maintain her existence.

Otherwise, even the weakest class, Assassin, shouldn't be this weak.

In that case, he might as well try recruiting this servant.

Although his combat skills weren't high enough, he was good at gathering intelligence. Plus, his slight fondness for Silent Hassan from his past life was enough to make him make this decision.

"who are you?"

"Quietly," Hassan asked in a hoarse voice. At such close range, even in her weakened state, she could touch his body and then poison him.

"One of the Masters of the Tokyo Holy Grail War, his name is Arlin," Arlin said directly, then extended his right hand to her.

“Quiet Hassan, I know your wish, so I don’t mind giving you a chance.”

Touch me, and see if you can kill me.

" What?"

Upon hearing this, Hassan stared in shock, his eyes widening.

This magician has lost his mind; how could he make such a decision?