Xingtie: Can’t you just let me focus on completing the commissions?

That's probably part of the reason.

But for many other reasons, he still couldn't give a precise answer.

The body acted spontaneously; it was originally just a matter of randomly picking up a weapon and wanting to do everything in its power to save a few people.

However, they were easily knocked away by those monsters.

Just as he was about to die, he received a card.

then……

He gained the memories, the combat techniques, and activated the energy within his body.

magic?

It's a term from a novel, but now it truly flows through his body.

then,

Because of this power, he once again took action and launched another attack on the monsters.

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

Even after the surrounding environment had changed drastically and was no longer the familiar streets he knew, he continued to fight numbly.

Faced with this endless enemy, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He didn't know when he would see the end of the fight, or when he could stop wielding his sword.

No, to be honest, he seemed to have a premonition.

The moment he stopped swinging his sword was probably when his body could no longer move the blade, and his body was cut open by the monsters' blades.

A person is killed and dies. It's a very simple and easy-to-understand logic. Even if someone gains power, they still have to abide by this basic rule of the world.

Therefore,

I'm probably going to die soon.

Emiya Shirou's mind was so muddled that he could no longer think of anything else. All his bodily functions had been entrusted to his nearly exhausted instincts, and his inner spirit was already as fragile as a candle in the wind.

What am I...

Why are you here?

Shirou Emiya asked himself what the meaning of fighting was, what the meaning of sacrifice was, and what the meaning of his impending death was...

but,

There is no answer.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but strangely, he didn't seem to feel much regret. If there was anything he was still attached to...

"Ilya, Sera, Lyselite, you must escape!"

As he silently prayed, Shirou Emiya felt his body suddenly lose all strength to wield his sword. His bones groaned in despair, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Dying?

The moment this thought crossed my mind,

He began to quietly await the pain he was about to endure...

but,

The pain of being stabbed by a sharp blade, however, did not come for a long time.

"Emiya Shirou, open your eyes. I am Ryudou Kazunari."

"fraud."

Seemingly realizing he had been rescued, Shirou Emiya instinctively made a sarcastic remark upon hearing the person's voice, and then his entire mind completely relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, unbearable aches and stings began to emerge from all parts of his body, as if every inch of his skin, every muscle, every bone, and every cell was crying out in unison.

"Okay, actually I'm the miracle god."

The voice chuckled, and then Shirou Emiya felt his body enveloped in a warm current. The intense pain quickly faded from his senses, making him almost believe that the pain had been a hallucination.

"...Thank you, miracle god."

Shirou Emiya hadn't opened his eyes yet, and only instinctively offered a word of thanks. But when he opened his eyes and saw the man before him, his gaze froze for a moment...

The man before him seemed to be looking in a mirror.

The facial features have only subtle differences.

They can't even be distinguished.

"You are……"

"Redp, Red A, if you still think these names aren't catchy enough, you can just call me male god."

"...You are me too, aren't you?"

Emiya Shirou confirmed the man's identity with a confident tone, then, with a wry smile, said...

"To have to be saved by 'myself' twice in a single day... I really am an incompetent person."

"It's alright. I've been saved like that before, so believe in your worth as a saved person, Shirou Emiya."

"……I see."

He nodded, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield now devoid of any shadow followers, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You've taken care of them all?"

"Otherwise, do you want to keep playing with them a little longer?"

"Forget it, I don't want to be rescued a third time."

Having said that, the young Shirou let out a heavy sigh of relief, and then spoke again.

"Can you tell me what happened? That card, and you and me, and those monsters..."

"It is a story about an ancient lolicon who fell into evil ways."

"Wait, why use that word on purpose?"

"Because the culprit saw a little girl back then."

Mr. Emiya paused for a moment, then continued,

"About ten centuries ago, a man named Darius found a girl buried deep underground in a secluded cave. Out of kindness, he took her home and cared for her carefully. However, after the girl woke up, she did not appreciate the life-saving grace she had received. Instead, she insisted on returning to silence, even at the cost of self-immolation."

"This girl's name is Pandora. Do you have any memories associated with this name?"

"...The one from Greek mythology (that's called De Li Hao)?"

"Yes, normally speaking, but in one world, there is no record of Pandora in Greek mythology... That box that should have been opened, the box that released many malicious disasters into the world, was never opened in that world."

"Shouldn't that be a good thing?"

"Unfortunately, that box was not a good thing in essence. Over the next few thousand years, those disasters seemed to have been trapped inside the box and deteriorated, even overflowing... In the end, they became the enemy you now need to face, the Shadow Servant Fire."

"Overflowing? Wait, you mean the box isn't fully open yet?"

“That’s right. We need to open that box, and we need some external help. Five years ago, they chose my sister, and now… their target has probably become your sister… Illyasviel von Einzbern, the wish-granting machine created by the Einzbern family for the Holy Grail War.”

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The reason why Enzworth deliberately went to the set next door is not hard to guess.

Darius's goal was always to save that girl.

He wanted to open the iron box that symbolized calamity, release everything inside to Pandora, and fulfill her wish.

This wish is very simple.

but,

But it is a wish that requires trampling on countless lives.

The things sealed within Pandora's box are things that will bring countless disasters and calamities to the world. Releasing them is actually no more benign than directly launching nuclear bombs to clean up the land.

Darius, however, shouted reasons such as wanting to free her from the box, hoping to free the thing inside.

If he didn't know what was inside the magic box at first, now that he knows what the contents of the box will bring, he no longer cares.

"A wish-granting machine created by the Einzberns for the Holy Grail War? Wait, that's a human! That's my only sister!"

The young Shirou's expression suddenly turned extremely angry, and a flame-like light appeared in his eyes.

"She shouldn't be called a prop like that!"

"The statement that she is the only one is correct. Compared to her mother, she is indeed the only one."

Emiya spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The Einzbern family is a well-known Homunculus family among the three founding families. Your adoptive mother, Irisviel, was the best Lesser Grail ever created in the previous generation, a wish-granting machine capable of holding the Greater Grail. Illyasviel is the continuation of her lineage. She is both a Homunculus and a human, an individual born from Irisviel's womb."

"Your family members, Lyselette and Sera, are both Irisviel's sister lineage of homunculus. By the way... your adoptive mother was only a little over a year old when she gave birth to Ilya."

Upon hearing this, young Shirou was stunned. After a long pause, he stammered, trying to defend his adoptive father...

[Kiritsugu, who never married, won't leave me with any flaws.]

But, because that bastard didn't get married, I don't have Ilya!!!

Although we have Miyu ourselves, Chinese people always have a special obsession with white-haired lolis.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Young man, you should have a class card, right?"

Shirou Emiya over there was also just a child adopted by Kiritsugu to maintain the family line. The Emiya couple, who were determined to retire from the world of magic, would never have taught him any projection magic or so many combat techniques.

The only possibility is that they obtained a class card, just like me.

"Class Card? Oh, this card?"

The young Shirou pulled the card symbolizing Archer from his tattered Adidas jacket.

"Although I don't understand why I got this card, I would have been dead without it."

“It’s quite a coincidence. If I hadn’t gotten this card five years ago, I would have died at someone’s hands. Would you mind showing me this card?”

"It's okay, that's fine."

He handed the class card to Emiya, who then sensed the solidified "spirit origin information" within it, and slightly stroked his chin.

"The old acquaintances have already taken over the territory, but it seems that there aren't many skills in the Archer class that I particularly want."

With the Twin Heavens Shield, Emiya could actually restore this card's class to its unsummoned state, but it doesn't seem to make much sense. After fully analyzing it, he returned it to the opponent.

"This is your ticket to the Holy Grail War. You have been chosen and will have to fight the other six. If you cannot be the sole victor, you will only become a victim of their blades."

"...Who wants this?!"

The boy instinctively wanted to reject this thing. Why did he have to fight with others for no reason, and why was taking someone's life described so casually?

"However, without this, you cannot perform a dream summon to project the Heroic Spirit Emiya from the Throne of Heroes onto yourself. In other words, you will become that powerless high school student."

"If modern laws can restrain those lawless madmen, you can turn around and leave now. Or, if modern weapons can kill that mad magician who has lived for hundreds of years without harming the innocent people in this city, you can completely give up on this thing and leave the imaginary space to call the police."

"But unfortunately, young man... Magicians are also the elite in this world who wield power. They will only cover up the clues that magicians, Dead Apostles, monsters, and other strange beings have killed people by calling it a 'gas explosion,' a 'cult gathering,' an 'accident,' and so on."

"Don't wait until a knife is held to the necks of your adoptive mother and stepsister before you regret not having that power."

Young Shirou fell silent, remaining quiet for a long time. Emiya paid no further attention to his state of mind; he had given up on Archer's class card, but there were still six class cards waiting for him to collect.

After floating up from the imaginary space, about ten seconds later, when Emiya regained the feeling of being grounded, the originally desolate imaginary space had disappeared, replaced by an abandoned dock.

"The abandoned docks in Fuyuki City are a famous scene, but unfortunately ours has been destroyed long ago."

"The Radiant Knights of Celt and the Knight King of Camelot once met here to fight and become friends, a fact also recorded in Fate/Zero."

"King of Knights? King Arthur of the Round Table? How could he possibly be here having a martial arts contest with some Radiant Knight?"

The young man seemed to have recovered from the earlier blow, and upon hearing Emiya's words, he couldn't help but instinctively retort.

"It wasn't him, but it was her."

"Her? Wait, this statement..."

Emiya's face lit up with a smile. Seeing the subtle expression on the boy's face, he casually explained,

"Artoria Pendragon, the new Queen of Britain created by King Uther by fusing the spirit of the red dragon with the blood of the British royal family. After drawing the Holy Sword at the age of 15, her body was forever frozen at the age of 15. Perhaps because of her slow physical development, no one noticed that this King Arthur was actually a woman when she wore armor."