Mr. Gong is not only good at cooking

Yu Meiren looks delicate and weak, but I don't know where she got such great strength, she actually threw Fufu out of the sonic boom.

Merlin suddenly sensed danger and immediately looked up. All he saw was a blur of white light as an unidentified object made a strange "fufufu" sound and hurtled towards him at high speed.

"What is this?!" Merlin tried to dodge, but!

"Smack!" It hit Merlin squarely in the face.

"Ughhhhhhh~~~", Merlin's nose bleeds profusely, and he collapses to the ground, unable to get up.

"Foufufufufufufu!!!" After landing softly, Foufu stomped on Merlin's face several times.

Emiya Shirou immediately craned his neck, glanced sideways, smiled, and sighed in admiration, thinking it absolutely brilliant. At the same time, he raised his arm and shouted, "Sparashi!!"

Is that the teleporting, spinning, white Foumon?! I'm in awe!

Yu Meiren stepped forward, disdainfully picked up Merlin's "corpse" and threw it at the door, then picked up her Switch with a heavy heart.

"My save file!!!"

Yu Meiren had worked so hard, fishing for hours on end, and finally managed to catch a Far Eastern taimen, only to have it all overwritten by Merlin's bass save file!!! (Fictional effect, please do not compare with reality)

Merlin, you old scoundrel! We are mortal enemies!

However, Merlin, who was in a coma, had no idea what would happen in the days to come.

Rin Tohsaka and Sakura were both startled by the poppy and couldn't help but look at Shirou Emiya with sympathy.

"What kind of looks are you giving me???" Emiya Shirou was completely baffled. What's wrong with you all looking at me like that?

"No, it's nothing. Senior must have many unspeakable difficulties, right?"

I didn't. Speaking my mind has always been my way of being tolerant.

"Shirou, you had a tough time yesterday, didn't you?"

I was so happy yesterday, I just don't know what happened this morning.

Seeing Shirou Emiya's bewildered expression, the two girls made up their minds to rescue him from the clutches of the female demon, Yu Meiren!

The first update is here, let's get started!

Chapter 42 I'm laying my cards on the table, I'm not pretending anymore.

1993, Fuyuki City, Tohsaka House.

Zouken Matou, wearing the same kimono he'd worn for five hundred years, held a cane smoothed smooth by the passage of time and rang the doorbell.

"Hmm? Why hasn't anyone come out to open the door yet? My familiar clearly monitored Tokiomi Tohsaka returning home."

Zouken Matou was puzzled. Could it be that his whole family had gone out to play without him noticing?

After a while, the door was slowly opened, and Aoi Tohsaka, looking worried, invited Zouken Matou in and led him to the study. Her husband would decide Sakura's future with Zouken Matou in the study.

"Tokiomi, what's your decision?"

Entering the study, after Tohsaka Aoi closed the door, Matou Zouken slowly asked, "I will take good care of that girl. You will also avoid the tragedy of your future daughter being taken away by the Mage's Association. Why not?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka sneered inwardly, "If I hadn't known beforehand, I would have really been fooled by you, you old bastard!"

In most magician families, magic insignia can only be passed down to one person. If there are multiple children, they must be sent away, or the magic association will take them away and preserve them in formalin.

The Matou family no longer has magic circuits in this generation, and driven by his obsession, Zouken Matou sets his sights on the Tohsaka family.

To avoid the death of their first daughter, Rin Tohsaka, the Tohsaka couple had Sakura Tohsaka a year later.

Like her older sister Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Tohsaka also possesses outstanding magical talent, and her magical attribute is a fictional imaginary number, which is very rare.

Zouken Matou, in his capacity as head of the third family, decided to request Tokiomi Tohsaka to adopt Sakura Tohsaka into the Matou family. Even if Sakura didn't achieve anything, he thought that even if she was just a pregnant woman and raised an excellent next generation, it would be a great thing.

With the Fourth Holy Grail War about to begin, since we can't count on the Fourth, we might as well wait for the Fifth Holy Grail War sixty years from now.

Zouken Matou had a well-thought-out plan; he believed there was a 99% chance that Tokiomi Tohsaka would adopt Sakura Tohsaka.

As an ancient insect who had lived for five hundred years, he naturally knew the inside story of the Third Holy Grail War. He believed that the probability of Tokiomi Tohsaka giving Sakura Tohsaka to the Edelweiss family was only one percent.

Even if you dared to give it to them, the Edelfeld family wouldn't dare to accept it!

He was very confident; he was just waiting for Tokiomi Tohsaka to say, "I agree!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka remained composed, as elegant as ever, dressed in a well-fitting red suit, sporting a handsome mustache, and holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Then he laughed, "I refuse."

"Thank you, Tohsaka—hmm? Did I mishear you?"

Zouken Matou's old face, which had just managed a particularly frightening smile, immediately froze. What had he just said? A refusal?

Tokiomi Tohsaka put down his wine glass and looked into Zouken Matou's cloudy eyes, as if trying to pierce his soul and reach his heart.

Then, he repeated, word by word, "I refuse."

Zouken Matou couldn't understand why. Hadn't they already discussed it in their previous communications, and it was pretty much a done deal?

"Head of the Tohsaka family, what is the reason for this?"

“The head of the Edelfelt family has already contacted me. It seems that no second child has been born in their family this generation, so they can't raise twins. Because of my relationship with the Edelfelt family, they hope that I can give away my daughter.”

Zouken Matou felt his intelligence had been insulted. "Damn it, I just received information a few days ago that the Edelfelt family has started training twins. What are you trying to do with me?"

"Head of the Tohsaka family, where did you get this information? The person who contacted you is probably a swindler, isn't he? I know that their family has had two daughters in this generation."

Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned, downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, and then, emboldened by the alcohol, said, "Fine, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table! I just don't want to give Sakura to you, you old bug!"

???

Old bug!

Zouken Matou was shocked. How could this be!

How did that idiot Tokiomi Tohsaka know my top secret?! Who leaked it?! Was it that rebellious son, Kariya Matou?!

"Head of the Tohsaka family, I will not force you if you do not wish to be adopted. Why do you have to slander my innocence out of thin air!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka chuckled, "Innocence? Don't you have any idea what's in your own basement?"

Zouken Matou felt that Tokiomi Tohsaka was acting strangely. Why was he speaking so sarcastically today, so unlike his usual elegant self? Had he suffered some kind of shock?

He was definitely traumatized, and quite severely so.

Tokiomi Tohsaka pulled out his Mystic Code from under his desk: a cane with a red gem at the top.

He pointed at Zouken Matou and said, "Matou family head, please leave. The conversation is over. I know your secret. I will never give Sakura to the Matou family. You should find someone else."

"Tokiomi Tohsaka, what have you heard?" Zouken Matou was unwilling to accept this. Without Sakura, how could he realize his grand plan? Was he supposed to summon that unfilial son back and force him to participate in the Holy Grail War?

“I know everything: your magic, your magic modification methods, your familiars.”

"Hmph, I don't know where these rumors came from, but since the head of the Tohsaka family has said so, I won't stay any longer. I'll take my leave now!"

It wasn't that Zouken Matou didn't want to get angry, but that he didn't dare.

It wasn't that he was afraid to attack Tokiomi Tohsaka, but rather that he was worried that a fight would expose his body—which was covered in insects.

Since that's the case, it's better to leave quickly, go home and think about the next step. We absolutely cannot give up on our 500-year-old obsession!

Only after Zouken Matou's black luxury car disappeared from sight did Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was standing at the door, finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

He wasn't entirely confident he could defeat Zouken Matou. Rumor had it that Zouken Matou was an ancient monster, someone who had lived for an unknown number of years.

Aoi Tohsaka, with her two daughters looking at her husband with concern, asked, "Tokiomi, what is the position of head of the Matou family?"

"The plan has changed, Aoi. I've decided to send Sakura to Finland. It might be more suitable for Sakura's development there."

"This... I understand. Whatever decision you make, I will support you." Tohsaka Aoi was actually relieved. She also had some resistance to the Matou family. Being sent to the Edelfeld family in Finland should be much better.

In the car, Matou Tsuruno asked, puzzled, "Father, did the negotiations fail? What about the little girl?"

Zouken Matou remained silent for a moment before replying, "Well, Tokiomi Tohsaka somehow learned some of my secrets, but it's nothing serious. Let's continue searching for a suitable successor. By the way, has there been any news about Kariya lately?"

"Yan Ye? No, my brother hasn't contacted the family for a long time."

"Hmph, I suspect that it was Matou Kariya who leaked some information. That rebellious son has always been obsessed with that girl from the Zenjou family!"

The restaurant's wind chimes swayed as a new guest walked in and stepped on Merlin's face.

"Huh? How come there's a corpse on the ground!"

The second update is here. Please, guests, begin!

Chapter 43 I am rich

The new guest was very tall and strong, and his shoes were very large.

Shirou Emiya felt pain just watching that kick land on Merlin's face.

The thick soles of the shoes, matching the guest's size, left a deep shoe print on Merlin's face.

Merlin remained silent, as if he were truly dead.

The people who came in were also quite distinctive.

He wore jet-black armor, with two small horns on the top left and right sides of his helmet. His eyes gleamed with a dazzling white light, and he wore a pure black cloak.

A large bat logo on his chest clearly identified him as a visitor.

The guest's voice came through the voice changer, sounding extremely low.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Superman?"

He kicked Merlin's "corpse" aside, his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanning everyone in the restaurant.

Emiya Shirou was immediately awestruck, "Yui! Yui! Yui, say something!"

"Manager, what's wrong?"

"Why did Grandpa come?! Aren't I only supposed to protect the world of anime?!"

"Manager, you have a problem. I never said you only need to protect the world of anime and manga! Do you look down on DC and Marvel comics?"

Emiya Shirou suddenly realized that Yui seemed to have used Thanos as an example for him before.

"I'm so stupid, really!"

Shirou Emiya never expected that an American comic book character would actually appear.

But could this Batman grandpa be the elderly grandpa from "The Dark Knight Returns"?

And the first thing he asked upon entering was where Superman was, which suggests he's already at odds with Clark Kent.

"Sorry, we don't have a Superman here. We're just an ordinary restaurant." Shirou Emiya didn't bother to argue about why Bruce Wayne had wandered into his restaurant. A guest is a guest, and what problem can't be solved with a meal?

If so, then have another meal.

"A restaurant? The entire Crime Alley should be under martial law. The military has already taken over this area, and all businesses have been shut down. Tell me, who the hell are you trying to run for?"

Grandpa walked heavily toward Shirou Emiya, staring intently into his eyes: "Which madman from Arkham has escaped from here?"

Grandpa is 188cm tall, and with the help of the anti-superhuman armor, his height has soared to two meters, while Shirou Emiya, despite paying great attention to physical exercise and balanced nutrition in this world, is only 1.7 meters tall.

The height difference between the two is quite significant, to the point that Shirou Emiya has to look up at his grandfather's imposing figure.

“Bruce Wayne, you need to calm down. Take a good look at my restaurant. We're good people!”

"Even a villain wouldn't have the word 'villain' tattooed on his forehead," Grandpa chuckled, noticing something amiss.

The entire restaurant seemed completely out of touch with the honest and simple people of Gotham City. In these extraordinary times, no one would be so bored as to use such a trick to scheme against them.

First, Superman and the US government are ruled out, as is the Joker, Harvey, and absolutely not the Soviet Union.

As for the other members of the Justice League, who the hell is so naive as to play these games with Batman? They've long since parted ways and gone their separate ways.

Then there's only one answer: I've probably entered some other dimension.

Batman glanced at the time displayed on the machine on his wrist and found that it seemed to have stopped. He then looked up at the magnificent clock hanging in the restaurant, where time was running normally, showing 4:30 p.m.

It was already night in Gotham before I entered, which means that time was completely different in the two places. It's likely that time in my world had been paused when I entered this restaurant.

Grandpa's lips curled into an interested smile. One moment he was fighting Superman to the death, and the next he found himself in a mysterious restaurant. How interesting.

"Can I assume that it was your restaurant that drew me in?"

"Well, you're not wrong to think of it that way, sir. We come from other worlds, and my restaurant is like a transit station. Anyone from any universe or world has the opportunity to enter, as long as fate allows. You are the one destined to enter, Bruce."

"Has time been paused in my world?" Bruce continued to ask.

"If the guest is not from my main universe, then time will be relatively paused, and it will restart when the guest finishes their meal and returns."

Bruce Wayne nodded with relief. As the pinnacle of humanity and a recipient of numerous doctoral degrees, it was far too easy for him to determine whether someone was lying.