A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Get ready, Joan of Arc," Wang Chong said slowly.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Joan of Arc asked, somewhat puzzled.

"If they decide the winner, then it means it's time for us to step in." At this moment, black mist began to appear around Wang Chong, and he began to control the black mist ring to instruct his subordinate heroic spirits on the plan to be carried out later.

Incidentally, Wang Chong sent Mordred a private message: "Well done, Mordred."

"Master... if we're going to start fighting later, can you leave that sissy and my father to me?" Mordred's somewhat gloomy voice entered Wang Chong's mind.

“Alright, go ahead and do it.” Wang Chong knew that if Mordred wasn’t allowed to vent, the kid would easily get sick from holding it in, so he readily agreed. After giving his instructions, Wang Chong began to wait for the conqueror king who would interrupt this battle to make his appearance.

……

As expected, after discovering that the injury was incurable, both sides fully understood each other's identities. Even so, both Artoria (Saber) and Diarmuid remained full of fighting spirit. Just as they were about to fight again, a loud bang was heard in the sky, and several bolts of lightning struck around them. Both of them were startled and looked up at the sky.

"Ola la la la—!!!"

"Whoa!!!!"

A bold and rugged voice came from the sky. The Conqueror King drove his chariot and landed with the unruly Waver crying. He landed directly between the two of them, forcing Artoria and Diarmuid to retreat!

"Sheathe your swords! No disrespect is permitted before the King!" Iskandar the Conqueror (Alexander the Great) spread his arms and proclaimed, "My name is Iskandar the Conqueror, and I have descended to earth in this Holy Grail War as a Rider."

These words stunned everyone present.

Artoria: Where did this guy come from? What is he doing?

Diarmuid: Holy crap, even braver than me?

Irisviel: What's going on? Why did they suddenly reveal their own name?

"What are you thinking! You idiot!" Queen Waver began her panicked roar. But what awaited her was, of course, a snap of the Conqueror King's fingers.

"Although fate has brought me to contend with you for the Holy Grail, I would like to ask one thing first: would you... be willing to join my ranks and hand over the Holy Grail to me? If so, I will treat you as friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you... Hmm!?" The King of Conquerors was about to begin his speech on recruitment and conquest when suddenly a towering black mist rose up, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present once again.

"I originally thought that as the renowned King of Conquerors, your arrival at the front lines and your imposing interruption of the duel between the two warriors must have some profound insights... I never expected you to utter such vulgar words!"

At that moment, the voice came from within the black mist, and then a large green sword slashed directly at Iskandar, the Conqueror.

Iskandar was not careless. He could sense the strength of the newcomer. His smile turned serious, and he raised his greatsword, which crackled with lightning, to engage in battle with the opponent.

"boom!"

"Moo—!" A powerful burst of energy erupted, causing the two closest Thunder Bulls to bellow uneasily. Not to mention Weber, who was closest to them, he was completely terrified and had never seen anything like this before.

"Hmm—good lad!" Iskandar felt the heavy pressure from the sword and the aura emanating from the opponent, a feeling he had only experienced before with his former nemesis, Darius III (you're guaranteed to pull Darius by mistake when drawing cards). This immediately brought an excited smile to the Conqueror King's face.

Chapter Sixty-One: Awe-inspiring Heroes

"Thorn-"

Sparks flew and thunder roared as a fourth Servant suddenly appeared and began a battle with the King of Conquerors. This unexpected turn of events made everyone present cautious, especially the contest between the fourth Servant and the King of Conquerors, which put everyone under pressure. Undoubtedly, both the King of Conquerors and this fourth Servant were formidable opponents.

“Caster!” At that moment, a melodious female voice came from around the corner of the container. A blonde woman in a school uniform walked out from around the corner. The fourth Servant snorted and black mist swirled around him. Iskandar, the Conqueror King, felt the pressure on his hand suddenly ease. After the sword blade flashed with lightning, it only cut through the black mist. There was no trace of the man inside.

A cloud of black mist appeared beside the blonde woman, and then the man who had just attacked the Conqueror King stepped out from it. He was surrounded by a dark green aura, wearing armor-like clothing that revealed his bare chest and muscular abs, and his eyes, like those of an eagle, were fixed on every heroic spirit present.

"It's Caster? That's quite unexpected. When did Caster acquire such a powerful physique and strength?" Iskandar, the Conqueror, said with some surprise.

"Mr. Li Feiyu, Miss Remilia, you are indeed participants in the Holy Grail War." At this moment, Diarmuid looked at the Caster group standing side by side and said slowly.

Indeed, the visitors were none other than Wang Chong and Joan of Arc, the imposters.

“Isn’t it the same for Mr. Dill? And seeing that you actually put on this outfit as I suggested, I was originally planning to accept the challenge and be Mr. Dill’s first opponent. I just didn’t expect to be a step too late, and you were already fighting with others. So naturally, I couldn’t disturb this duel that belonged only to the two of you. But what I didn’t expect was…”

Wang Chong looked at Iskandar and said, "Unexpectedly, someone actually jumped out and interrupted this contest. If it were just an interruption, that would be one thing, but the words they said... tsk tsk, King of Conquerors, are you insulting these two warriors who possess honor and pride?"

In an instant, two more sharp gazes fell upon Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. These words were powerful, not only directly expressing the sentiments of Artoria and Diarmuid, the Servants who had developed a mutual respect through their battles, but also directing all the blame at Iskandar. Suddenly facing pressure from three Servants, even Iskandar was quite troubled. As for Queen Waver, she was already trembling with fear and dared not utter a sound.

"What an eloquent lad," Iskandar thought to himself.

However, it's important to remember that Iskandar was a student of the famous philosopher Aristotle, so don't be fooled by his rugged appearance into thinking you can outwit your opponent in a verbal exchange. When it comes to debate, Iskandar has never been afraid of anyone. However, Iskandar prefers to win people over with sincerity and personal charm.

"I sincerely invite you both to join my ranks, and I mean no disrespect. In fact, your battles have thrilled even me, the King of Conquerors. I truly hope you will join my cause. And you, sir, are capable of challenging me, the King of Conquerors, I have high hopes for you. Why not join my ranks and conquer this world with me! Hahahaha!" The King of Conquerors laughed heartily and spoke loudly.

Upon hearing this, Diarmuid chuckled twice, shook his head, and said with a sharp gaze, "I cannot accept this proposal. The only person I will offer the Holy Grail to is my new lord with whom I have made a pact in this life. Absolutely not! Rider!"

“My answer is the same. Just as this Caster said, are you insulting both of us?” Artoria said bluntly.

Seeing the two men's firm refusal, the Conqueror King picked at his ear with some annoyance, flicked off the dust, and looked at the third person present, wanting to hear his opinion.

"Conqueror King, perhaps you were once renowned and illustrious, shining like the brightest star in your era, surrounded by a multitude of admirers. If you simply opened your arms, all the brilliant talents of your time would have joined your ranks. Do you think the same way now?" Wang Chong said.

"That's right." The Conqueror King put his hands on his hips and confidently admitted this.

"But this is the Holy Grail War! It's a platform where the most brilliant figures from all eras of history compete. Everyone here is the brightest star of their own time, with their own glory and dignity. King of Conquerors, you may be the most special one in your time, but in this war, you are never special."

"To think you can conquer those with immortal legends just like before, relying on your past fame and charm? Conqueror King, aren't you being a bit too naive? Or are the heroic spirits who submit to you because of your reputation truly worthy of your appreciation? Are they really the kind of people you want to conquer?" As Wang Chong spoke, he planted his greatsword on the ground, and a massive black mist instantly shot into the sky, his own aura pressing down indiscriminately on every heroic spirit present.

"In my eyes, only the tyrannical and the kingly are qualified to conquer everything in this world. Only strength and victory can have absolute authority! Conqueror King, if you want to bring others under your command, then show your strength!"

"Hmph... Hahaha... Hahahahahaha!!" The lightning went berserk. Iskandar snorted and then revealed a wide smile, even laughing openly.

“The Holy Grail War…this is so interesting!” Iskandar tapped the chariot frame with his Cypriot sword, sending sparks flying.

"Interesting! Very interesting! I never expected to encounter such a powerful ruler in this era. Hahaha! My intuition was right! So, you also want to conquer this world? Can you tell me your name, and who you are, king?" Iskandar was extremely excited. No wonder the other party gave him the feeling of a former nemesis. From the other party's words and actions, Iskandar could tell that the other party was also a formidable ruler.

"The King of Ruin." Wang Chong said calmly, and once again suppressed the pressure and black mist he had released.

"The Ruined King??" Upon hearing these three words, everyone initially breathed a sigh of relief as the oppressive aura dissipated, but soon a hint of doubt appeared in their eyes. The Ruined King? They had never heard of such a king in history. Yet, the opponent's strength and imposing presence were undeniable.

However, Wang Chong didn't care what the people present thought. Of course, there was no such thing as a "Ruined King" in history, but after today's Holy Grail War, all Masters and Servants would remember him as the "Ruined King." This was a persona he had carefully created for himself, and all his actions just now were to let those people know what kind of "Servant" he was.

"Ding—You used words and demonstrated power to leave Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, speechless, showcasing your villainous side. You are awarded 100 Villain Points. You have successfully intimidated a total of 8 Servants and Masters, leaving a deep impression on them and demonstrating your villainous power. You have gained a total of 400 Villain Points. Your current Villain Points are 750."

"Wow, that's worth it! The Holy Grail War is definitely my go-to place to fleece people. Just by displaying my power and talking, I've earned 500 villain points in no time." Wang Chong was very satisfied with the growth of his villain points.

"The King of Ruin... Is that so? Alright, I'll remember that title." After saying that, Iskandar looked at his Master Waver and said with a smile, "Looks like the negotiations failed. What a pity."

"Isn't that obvious, Rider!" Waver felt like crying. He had offended three Servants at once, one of whom was so powerful. How could he continue fighting? One against three?

"So, Rider, can you really...?"

"I see, so it was you?"

Before Waver could finish his complaint, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from the sky—Kenneth. In an instant, Waver broke out in a cold sweat, after all, he was the one who had stolen Kenneth's relic to summon him.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Streetlight King Makes His Debut

"I was wondering what crazy thing you did to steal my relic, but I never expected you to want to participate in the Holy Grail War yourself." The voice echoed in the sky, with a hint of sarcasm and mockery in it.

"My dear Webber Velvet, I'll give you a special tutoring session. I'll teach you without reservation what it means for magicians to kill each other and the horror and pain involved. You should feel honored."

The sound echoed incessantly in the sky, like a mountain pressing down on Webber, making it hard for him to breathe. Fear, terror, shame... a multitude of emotions surged through Webber, who crouched down, clutching his head, as if unable to face Kenneth. He could only tremble, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. He was terrified.

Waver felt a large, strong hand press on his back. Startled, Waver looked up and saw Iskandar's encouraging gaze and smile. Then, Iskandar shouted loudly towards the warehouse where Kenneth was, "Hey! Magician! From what you've said, you wanted to replace this kid as my Master."

“If that’s the case, then it’s utterly ridiculous. The man who becomes my Master must be a warrior who fights alongside me on the battlefield.” Iskandar’s voice boomed like thunder. After speaking, he looked around and continued.

"Look around! Whether it's Saber, me, or even the newly arrived Caster, our Masters are all with us, stepping onto the battlefield and fighting side by side!"

"And you, a coward who doesn't even have the courage to show yourself, as the Master of Lancer, are far too unqualified to become my Master! Hahahahahahaha!" Iskandar laughed loudly, which not only made Kenneth, who was hiding above the warehouse, feel humiliated and grit his teeth, but also made Diarmuid's expression darken.

"With just one sentence and the word 'we,' he's made himself and Saber allies, shifting the focus from himself to the Lancer group. Iskandar, as expected." Wang Chong watched all this calmly, having remained inactive since displaying his strength, waiting for the next opportunity.

Yes, it's when someone starts making sarcastic remarks in a group chat.

At this moment, Iskandar stopped laughing, turned around, and continued to shout in his loud voice: "Hey! There are others! Those guys hiding in the dark and watching!"

"What does this mean, Rider?" Artoria asked, frowning.

Iskandar then gave Artoria a thumbs-up and said, "Saber, and Lancer. Your fair and square duel was truly spectacular. I'm sure I wasn't the only Heroic Spirit captivated by the clear sound of the clashing blades."

"Even Caster is waiting for your duel; your battle deserves respect and attention!"

After Iskandar finished speaking, he gathered his emotions, opened his arms, and called out loudly again: "Heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail, gather here now! Cowards who are afraid to show their faces will be despised by Iskandar, the conqueror!"

After he shouted those words, the entire room fell silent. Should one express admiration or silently curse his stupidity? Everyone had a different opinion.

As for Wang Chong, a slight smile played on his lips; it was finally about to begin.

By the way, Lord Streetlight, you must now attack minions with Taunt first.

"Caster, something feels off."

At this moment, Joan of Arc leaned close and whispered, "The number of servants... is indeed wrong... there are more guys here."

“Hmm, it should be those guys… Don’t rush. In this situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, if they don’t move, we won’t move either. I’ve set up a protective spell on your body. I will deliberately move away from you and expose a weakness. If someone attacks both of us at the same time, you need to remember the direction and the people involved. Do you understand? Proceed according to plan.” Wang Chong also lowered his voice and even used black mist to block out sound as he spoke.

At that moment, a powerful aura of a follower emanated from behind the King of Conquerors. When the King of Conquerors turned around, he saw a dazzling array of golden particles begin to fully manifest, eventually converging on a street lamp.

"It's here! The oldest street lamp king!" Wang Chong looked up at the figure that had appeared and thought to himself.

“That guy is…” Waver also sensed the light and turned around to see the image of the heroic spirit.

"The Servant who defeated Assassin." Kenneth looked at the golden, glittering Heroic Spirit and recognized him at a glance.

The newcomer was none other than the most ancient street lamp king—Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh opened his eyes and coldly looked down at the heroic spirits below, passing over Iskandar, Artoria, and Wang Chong one by one.

“I never expected that three of those rats who ignored my existence and called themselves kings would actually come out in one night,” Gilgamesh said coldly.

“What you’re saying makes no sense. I, Iskandar, am the well-known King of Conquerors,” Iskandar said with a sneer, looking at Gilgamesh on the streetlight.

"What a joke! The only hero truly worthy of being called king—in heaven and on earth—is me alone! The rest are nothing but worthless bastards," Gilgamesh said arrogantly.

“I never expected… it would actually be…” At this moment, Jeanne d’Arc had already used her ability to see Gilgamesh’s true name and Noble Phantasm to understand why that Servant was able to use so many Noble Phantasms to kill Assassin that night.

Unfortunately, for the sake of fairness in the Holy Grail War, she could not reveal the other party's true name to Wang Chong before confirming that the other party was not normal. Joan of Arc thought to herself.

"Since we've come this far, why don't you tell me your name first? Since you're also a king, you can't be afraid to state your name, can you?" Iskandar asked.

"Ask me? How dare you, a mere bastard, ask me?" A powerful aura rose from beneath Gilgamesh's feet, and the streetlights were shattered and extinguished by Gilgamesh's forceful stomp.

"Enjoying the honor of having an audience with me, yet daring not to recognize me. Such fools do not deserve to live!" As he finished speaking, a golden halo appeared behind Gilgamesh, and numerous Noble Phantasms slowly emerged from the halo at that moment, creating an unsettling atmosphere and placing an invisible pressure on everyone present.

"So that's how it is. That's the one that killed Assassin?" Iskandar pondered, looking at the multiple Noble Phantasms about to be launched.

At that moment, sensing something was wrong, Artoria rushed to Mrs. Irisviel's side, protecting her. Instantly, the entire situation tensed; everyone was on high alert, afraid to make the slightest move.

until--

"Slap slap slap—" Suddenly, a crisp slapping sound rang out throughout the area, startling everyone. The "Servant" who called himself "King of Ruin" left the area protecting his Master and instead walked towards Gilgamesh.

"What...what exactly does this guy want?" Waver looked at the Servant with a puzzled expression, wondering if the other party had some powerful backing.

"This is getting interesting." Iskandar's eyes flashed with a sharp light. When this golden-haired guy appeared out of nowhere and started his group taunts, he even insulted this king, whose demeanor was no less than his own. Recalling the other party's sharp words against him before, Iskandar knew that this guy was not as easy to talk to as he was.

In short, this is going to be a good show.

"Multiple Noble Phantasms... is this what killed Assassin? They're truly formidable." Wang Chong looked up, gazing at the Noble Phantasms, and said, "It's good to see you again."

These words caused everyone to wonder: Have these two... met before?

Gilgamesh also looked at the man who dared to approach him. In fact, Gilgamesh had been following the battle the whole time, and he had to admit that compared to the Conqueror King's carefree attitude, this man's talk of power and victory was more in line with Gilgamesh's taste. Furthermore, having only met him once, Gilgamesh generally had a good impression of the man and wasn't in a hurry to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

"But... it's strange. Some of the Noble Phantasms look familiar, but if I try to deduce the Servant based on them, there's no one who fits the description. So there's only one conclusion—you actually possess so many Noble Phantasms that only other Servants can have. That's really intriguing... I think I know who you are."

His words were like a boulder crashing into a lake, creating a huge wave. No one expected that this Servant would know the other party's identity just by the multiple Noble Phantasms the other party displayed.

"Heh..." Gilgamesh observed the expressions on those people's faces, and to be honest, he found it quite boring. Whether it was the duel between the Knight King and Diarmuid, or the Conqueror King's "foolish" actions, in Gilgamesh's eyes, even a glance from them was an immense honor. Because, in Gilgamesh's eyes, these people were not much different from the mortals under his rule.

Only this guy in front of him made him take a second look. He gave off a completely different feeling, so he was looking forward to seeing if the other person could bring him something interesting to please him.

The author says:

Author's Note: I admit I deserve some criticism for these chapters; they've been a bit repetitive and borrowed too much from the original plot QAQ. Sometimes transitions are unavoidable and have to be this way. However, some interactions between the main characters were also inserted in between. From now on, the story will largely deviate from the original plot, so I apologize to my subscribers QAQ.

Chapter Sixty-Three: King of Pork Knuckles! Do you have enough pork knuckles in reserve?

“There was once a king who said, ‘I want to collect all the treasures of the world!’ So all the rudiments of technology that arose in his time were collected and taken for himself. Rather than saying that what was stored up were treasures, it would be more accurate to say that they were the ‘original texts of human wisdom’ themselves. This is the essence of the existence of multiple Noble Phantasms,” Wang Chong said.

Those present, upon hearing this, all seemed to ponder deeply. Even Gilgamesh couldn't help but raise his head slightly; indeed, besides fools and mediocre people, there were still some discerning individuals in this world. No ruler is incapable of appreciating talent, and Gilgamesh was no exception.

"If the records I remember are correct, that king must have come from an ancient and mysterious country. He ascended the throne as a child and displayed wisdom and power comparable to a god! Afterwards, he completely took control of his empire at a young age." Wang Chong couldn't help but praise him, like a bard describing an epic poem.

Everyone was captivated by Wang Chong's story, but Iskandar frowned. Wasn't this guy very sharp when he was criticizing him just now? Why is he praising someone else now?

Gilgamesh, on the other hand, was quite at ease. He didn't care that the other party revealed his true name or Noble Phantasm; on the contrary, the fact that so many people didn't recognize him was, in Gilgamesh's eyes, an insult in itself. His fearsome reputation would surely strike fear into the hearts of those who heard of him, and his glory would make those who pursued him worship him. This was Gilgamesh's arrogance.

"That king also embarked on a journey and accomplished great feats in search of the elixir of immortality, but unfortunately, he ultimately failed..."

"Enough! Do you even know who I am?" Gilgamesh interrupted the other's description of this experience, simply because he didn't want to hear it.