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

"Huh? But what about you?"

"It's alright. I have special survival skills. Neither that Hero King nor those heroic spirits hiding in the shadows can kill me," Wang Chong said confidently.

"Alright... In that case, Wang Chongjun, you must survive."

This was a conversation between Jeanne and Wang Chong a few minutes ago. Jeanne was sweating profusely. In order to lure out those alien Servants hiding in the shadows, Wang Chong was even willing to risk his own life. This made Jeanne feel very guilty. She secretly vowed that if anything really happened, she would protect his life.

Gilgamesh is also falling in the same direction, but he is moving much faster. While continuing to shoot down his opponents with his Noble Phantasms, he is also rapidly approaching Wang Chong by stomping on several of them.

He had long ago decided to take the life of this buzzing babbling fellow with his own hands.

Wang Chong, whose strength and magic were already "exhausted," could no longer keep up with the pace of those Noble Phantasms. Two Noble Phantasms precisely pierced Wang Chong's shoulders, causing him pain as his arms were spread open, leaving his entire body wide open. Gilgamesh, of course, would not miss this opening, and shouted: "I said! I will make your arrogance pay the price! Die!!!"

An axe cleaved Wang Chong's body, the blood staining Gilgamesh's golden armor crimson. Joan of Arc, in the distance, nearly unleashed her divine judgment, but was once again restrained by the voice emanating from the black mist ring.

"What a tough nut to crack," Gilgamesh said through gritted teeth, though a hint of approval flickered in his eyes.

Wang Chong grabbed the axe blade with his bare hands. Even though the blood on his hands had stained the blade red, he gripped it tightly like a pair of pliers, preventing it from penetrating his body any further.

Then Wang Chong kicked Gilgamesh away, crashing to the ground with a thud, but quickly managed to get back to his feet. On the other side, Gilgamesh, though also stained with blood, stood imposingly on the ground. Wang Chong unleashed his power again, intending to finish him off.

Suddenly, Gilgamesh frowned, for he saw a massive figure driving a chariot blocking his way.

"You bastard, do you want to die too?" Gilgamesh said coldly.

"I just think it's a shame that such a worthy opponent has to leave the stage like this. Hero King Gilgamesh, don't you want to see more of this Caster's power? To see more of his potential? Of course, if you haven't had enough, Hero King, I, Conqueror King Iskandar, am also very willing to learn from him." Iskandar stepped in front of Wang Chong and said to him.

Even Wang Chong, who was present, did not expect Iskandar to stand in front of him, preparing to fight Gilgamesh and save Caster.

"If that's the case, how am I supposed to lure him... Heh, he finally couldn't hold back anymore, good thing." Wang Chong was about to complain that Iskandar had ruined his plans, but the next second, his spider senses sent a very dangerous signal. He immediately understood that the underling sent by the Counter Force had finally lost his temper and made his move.

"boom!!"

A loud gunshot rang out, and a bullet struck Wang Chong directly in the chest, likely exploding his body in the next instant.

"Bard's Blessing".

"Clang—!" After a burst of golden light, Wang Chong's body was instantly enveloped by a harmonizing force. Then, when the bullet hit his body, Wang Chong was as if nothing had happened, easily blocking it.

However, although the gunshot was blocked, the loud bang startled everyone present!

"How could this be? Could it be Kiritsugu?" Irisviel thought immediately.

"What's going on? The gunshot was coming from Maiya? No, the gunshot is wrong... But Maiya has already been exposed. Since we've already made our move, we must at least eliminate her completely!" In a split second, Kiritsugu Emiya made many judgments, but he couldn't make too many. Now that he had already attacked that Caster, he had to make sure that the opponent was completely eliminated.

Without hesitation, Kiritsugu fired a second shot at the blonde girl he had already aimed at. But the instant he fired, he noticed the blonde girl strangely looking in his direction, which startled him, making him realize he had made a wrong judgment.

Behind Kiritsugu Emiya, a purple-haired girl appeared silently. She had subtly activated her ability, gradually influencing the man's resolve to shoot Jeanne d'Arc. Having completed her mission, she activated Presence Concealment and quietly disappeared.

"I wonder what kind of evil scheme Master is plotting, having me influence this man to make sure he makes a move against Jeanne. Oh well, now it's up to Euryale (me) and my stupid little sister." The person who came was none other than Stheno, who had been arranged by Wang Chong to ambush Kiritsugu. Using her inherent skill: her enchanting voice, she subtly influenced Emiya Kiritsugu without him noticing.

As for Joan of Arc, a black mist appeared in front of her, blocking the bullets.

"Where did this treacherous villain come from! How dare you stab us in the back in front of all the Servants! If you were only targeting us Servants, that would be one thing, but since you can't deal with me, you're persecuting your Master. What? Are you planning to eliminate us by assassinating our Master while we Servants are fighting?!" Wang Chong roared angrily, his face frosty.

For a moment, even Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, and Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, who had been at odds, looked in the direction in which the shot had been fired.

"You cowardly coward, since you dare to plan like this, I'll make sure you suffer a complete defeat! A thousand years of mourning!" Wang Chong threw out two clouds of black mist and ran towards Irisviel and Waver, saying, "Don't worry, you two. This black mist is to protect you. Besides my master, you two are the only Masters present. Who knows if that guy is planning to kill you two. Just accept it with peace of mind."

Staring at the harmless black mist, both Weber and Irisviel seemed somewhat at a loss.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Beginning of the Wife's Journey into the Trap

Upon seeing the cloud of black mist sent by the other party, both Irisviel and Waver hesitated. However, their reasons differed. Waver was simply afraid that the black mist might be harmful to him. Irisviel, on the other hand, felt there was no need to worry.

"Don't worry, you should know my strength is almost gone. Protecting my Masters and giving up this much is all I have left. Besides, this isn't a kind gift, it's a deal. I'll protect the two Masters from being ambushed, and you'll protect me. How about that?" Wang Chong said slowly.

“You two just saw it too. That attack came so fast that it could only be stopped by setting up a protective shield at the beginning. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to defend against,” Wang Chong said.

“Kid, accept it,” Iskandar said first.

“Eh? But…” Weber said somewhat reluctantly.

“There’s no way around it. I might have to fight that Hero King later, and then I might not be able to protect you. Don’t worry, as a king, he has his own pride and bottom line. He won’t lie about this.” Iskandar patted Waver on the shoulder and said.

"Okay... alright." Webber tentatively touched the black mist, and then the black mist enveloped Webber completely in a flash, startling him so much that he let out a rather pathetic scream: "Ah!!!!... Eh? It feels pretty good? It's cool, like being in air conditioning."

"Hahaha, I told you I would never misjudge people... So next, it's about those two attackers..." Iskandar looked in a certain direction, where there was no longer any figure on the building.

“Irisviel, why don’t you accept this black mist too? I’m injured now, and I can’t be absolutely certain I can protect you… Irisviel?” Artoria felt much relieved after seeing that the Rider group seemed alright, so she looked at Irisviel and asked for her opinion. But then she noticed that Irisviel seemed somewhat distracted.

"Huh? Oh, well then. Saber, stay alert." Irisviel replied somewhat guiltily, then touched the wisp of black mist with her hand. The mist enveloped Irisviel, forming a protective layer. Although she found Irisviel's actions a bit strange, Artoria didn't pay much attention, assuming that Irisviel was just frightened. Therefore, she became even more vigilant, watching her surroundings closely.

"Why do I feel... a little dizzy... Hmm, it seems like I'm fine now. Sigh, is it because of what Kiritsugu did just now that I'm under too much pressure?" Irisviel thought to herself.

After all, Irisviel already knew part of Kiritsugu's plan; she knew he would resort to this method of killing his Master. However, hearing the Ruined King's blunt and scathing rebuke still made Irisviel feel somewhat distressed and saddened. It wasn't that she thought Kiritsugu had done anything wrong, but rather that she felt sorry for him because she felt he had to bear such infamy and pain.

However, regardless of Irisviel's thoughts, the trajectory of her fate began to change the moment she touched the black mist in a daze. Wang Chong's eyes flashed imperceptibly as he stared at his wife, who had accepted his black mist.

He hadn't actually done anything to the black mist; it was simply the power of decay. As long as Wang Chong didn't activate its corrosive effect, it was no different from harmless fog. However… that only applied to ordinary people or ordinary magicians; that was indeed the case.

You must understand, Mrs. Irisviel's identity is no ordinary one... she's practically a walking Lesser Grail, connected to the Greater Grail. The Greater Grail has now been completely corrupted by Wang Chong's Destruction power, and just now, as the Lesser Grail, she successfully touched the Black Mist. Thus, the two Destruction powers have completely severed the connection between the Greater and Lesser Grails. Even if the Black Mist is removed, Wang Chong's Destruction power will slowly influence Irisviel from the inside out.

[Corruption value 0%...Corruption value 1%]

A certain value began to change quietly, under Wang Chong's watchful eye.

"Found you! You damned thief!" Suddenly, Gilgamesh's voice rang out, and he unleashed his Noble Phantasm in a certain direction. Even the Servants, with their keen eyesight, could see a dark figure fleeing from a building two hundred meters away.

"You even dare to steal the life I've set my sights on!! You damned thieves are more hateful than bastards! I will cut you into a thousand pieces!!" As if recalling some angry memory, Gilgamesh not only fired his Noble Phantasm, but also began to perform his Noble Phantasm-riding flying act.

"Kill them..." At this moment, a black-haired man who had received the signal from the black mist ring revealed a crazy smile and then gave the order to his servant.

The next second, a surge of frenzied energy suddenly appeared in front of Gilgamesh, causing him to stop abruptly as he was about to give chase. He glanced at the magical energy blocking his path, then at the dark figure that had already fled far away, clenched his fists, and glared fiercely at the Heroic Spirit who was about to appear in front of him.

Gilgamesh felt like he'd had the worst luck imaginable today. First, three imposters appeared in the Holy Grail War: a young girl who should be getting married, a simpleton, and a guy emanating death energy. Then, he was verbally humiliated by the guy with death energy, which made him so angry that he didn't know how many Noble Phantasms he'd used.

Just when you're about to finally kill that dead fly, some clueless idiot blocks your way, and then a thief appears, trying to steal your victory. Just when you're about to catch the thief, some random thing appears and blocks your path.

"Being tainted by death energy is indeed bad luck!" In the end, Gilgamesh blamed everything on a certain guy who manipulated the souls of the dead.

As the madness gathered, a Heroic Spirit clad in dark blue armor, shrouded in black madness, appeared before Gilgamesh. In an instant, their eyes met. Even with just a glance, they had communicated; in other words:

Jin: "What are you looking at?"

Lan: "What are you looking at?"

Jin: "You're asking for it!"

In an instant, Gilgamesh, whose anger had been reignited, engaged in a fierce battle with Lancelot, the Berserker, just as in the original story.

"Why did Berserker suddenly appear at this time? And why did he just happen to block the King of Heroes from chasing that Assassin?" Jeanne had actually seen the fleeing Heroic Spirit as well. It was the Assassin who had attacked her and Wang Chong at the beginning. However, after noticing Lancelot's appearance and his blocking Gilgamesh, she began to think.

"Well, Joan of Arc? Did you see clearly who attacked you earlier? Which Servant was it?" Wang Chong asked.

“Yes, I see clearly, but he is not a Servant… he is a living human being,” Jeanne d'Arc said in a deep voice.

"Could it be that guy is the Master of those otherworldly Servants?" Wang Chong asked, feigning surprise.

“That’s not impossible. We just happened to create an opening, and then the attack came targeting the two of us. Moreover, the aura of a Heroic Spirit also appeared behind that person. It’s just a pity that we didn’t notice the opponent’s class,” Jeanne said.

"Joan of Arc's Servant's perception ability is terrifying; even Stheno was noticed. Fortunately, it was only meant to frame Kiritsugu. However, it will be very detrimental to my Servant deployment and sneak attacks in the future. As expected of a Heroic Spirit serving as a judge, the privileges granted are far too powerful," Wang Chong thought to himself.

"So what's going on with this berserker now?"

"I don't know, but he stopped Gilgamesh from chasing after that otherworldly Servant. Its identity isn't exactly safe. However, the Berserker class is what it is; anyone could become its target," Jeanne d'Arc analyzed.

"Never mind, even though I was injured tonight, it's been worth it to get so much intelligence," Wang Chong said with a smile.

Upon hearing Wang Chong's words, Joan of Arc nodded, feeling even more grateful for Wang Chong's selfless help.

"Although Wang Chongjun can be eccentric, nonsensical, and even have a sharp tongue at times, he is essentially a very selfless and kind person. The previous bet was interrupted because the Conqueror King entered the arena. But in a sense, I still lost. I must fulfill Wang Chongjun's requests properly," Joan of Arc thought to herself.

"Congratulations, host, for successfully misleading Jeanne d'Arc into misjudging the mastermind behind the Holy Grail War and increasing Jeanne d'Arc's favorability, gaining her trust! You have successfully manipulated this referee of the Holy Grail War! Reward: 500 Villain Points, one random skill card. Current Villain Points: 1700." The system notification sounded at that moment.

"Very good, now that the blame has been successfully shifted... let's unleash this war in full force! Time to fast forward." Wang Chong began controlling the black mist ring, slowly issuing commands to the opposing side:

"Modred, it's your turn to step up."

“Understood, Master.” A red light shone from the gap beneath the horned helmet.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Father and Son (Part 1)

Just as Gilgamesh was fighting with a crazed Lancelot, Iskandar, who was standing by unharmed, looked at Diarmuid, whose face was full of hesitation, and said, "Lancer, are you worried about your Master's safety?"

Seeing that his thoughts had been seen through, Diarmuid did not hide anything, nodded, then sighed and said, "However, my lord means that he wants me to stay here and does not need me to guard him."

"Let you stay here? Does your Master intend to eliminate Saber? Things have come to this point; I think leaving might be better for you." Iskandar looked again in the direction of the person who had just escaped, and said, "The Holy Grail War is getting strange. Although, including that Servant who just escaped, seven Servants have appeared tonight, wasn't Assassin already killed by that king?"

Faced with this question, no one present offered an explanation. Iskandar scratched his head, unable to come up with any conclusion. Seeing that his Master seemed much more composed in the black mist, he said nothing more and quietly waited for the King of Heroes and this Berserker who had appeared out of nowhere to settle their score.

Just as Diarmuid was about to wait for the battle to end, a sharp voice suddenly pointed at him:

"Since you're courting death and don't want to leave, then don't ever leave! Leave your life here!"

"Huh!?" In an instant, Diarmuid sensed a sharp killing intent locking onto him from a shadowy corner. In a flash, a sword flashed, and a bright silver light covered Diarmuid's vision.

On the brink of life and death, Diarmuid, relying on his beast-like instincts, crossed his twin pistols in an attempt to block the silver light. However, a tremendous force tore through Diarmuid's defenses, sending him flying backward. Diarmuid scraped a long gash in the ground as he retreated, stopping only when he was almost next to Artoria.

A bloody gash had already appeared on his chest. If he hadn't used the momentum to his advantage and retreated in time, allowing his opponent's sword to cut even deeper, he might have truly died here, just as his opponent had said.

"I couldn't withstand that immense force. Was it because I was in poor condition after the fierce battle with Saber?" Diarmuid couldn't help but wonder.

"How...how could this be..." Behind Diarmuid came Artoria's trembling voice, filled with shock. This puzzled Diarmuid, but when he looked back in the direction of the attack, he saw a warrior in full red and white armor standing where he had just been.

Wearing a closed, horn-shaped helmet, its appearance below was completely obscured, just like the Berserker who suddenly appeared before. But, since all seven classes of Servants have already appeared, why is another Servant appearing?

"That guy really came!" Jeanne, who also witnessed this scene, was about to make a move, but was stopped by Wang Chong. Wang Chong said, "I have my own plans. You continue to play the role of a Master. Now is not a good time to make a complete move. Let's continue to play the weak role and see if we can lure out more of the guys hiding there."

“Okay…” Joan of Arc could only nod in agreement, placing her hopes on Wang Chong’s so-called plan.

Meanwhile, Artoria was struck dumb, staring at the Servant who had emerged. Anger and self-reproach surged within her, unable to be released. Even the holy sword she held, hidden by the Wind King's barrier, began to tremble.

Meanwhile, Diarmuid, who was ahead, seemed to notice something was wrong with Artoria, and couldn't help but ask, "Saber, do you know this unknown Servant?"

“Of course she knows me, she knows me very well.” However, the one who answered Diarmuid’s words was not Artoria behind him, but the Servant who had just attacked him.

"Clang, clang—" The visor on the servant's head began to unfold, gradually revealing his true face. As he did so, the servant walked forward step by step, saying:

“My Master once taught me this: This is a trial! This is a trial to overcome the past. Only by overcoming that immature and escapist past can one grow.”

Then, the Servant stopped, and after the mask was removed, a face similar to Artoria's was revealed. The person smiled very brightly, but beneath that smile lay unimaginable madness and impulse.

"Well, you think so too, Father."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone present instantly understood the newcomer's identity. Knowing that Artoria was the legendary Knight King, who could possibly address him as "Father"?

The answer is almost obvious: it is Mordred, the rebellious knight who ended the legend of the Knight King and the son of the Knight King.

"This is truly... quite unexpected. The King of Knights and the Rebellious Knight... it's like they're bringing that legend back to life. But more than that... Mordred, she's a Saber, isn't she? How can there be two Sabers at the same time? Hey! Kid, is the Holy Grail War really a battle between seven Heroic Spirits?" Iskandar sensed the class aura emanating from Mordred, frowned, and then looked at Waver, asking.

"No...this shouldn't be happening. How can there be two Sabers? It doesn't make sense. Shouldn't the Holy Grail War have seven riders? Why are there two Sabers?" Clearly, this was also beyond Waver's expectations and common sense.

Not only was Waver surprised, but Irisviel, Kenneth, and even Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had been observing from a distance, were also somewhat flustered. Tokiomi, in particular, jumped up from the sofa in a panic, exclaiming, "How is this possible! How could this be! First there was that unknown Assassin who suddenly appeared, and now there's a second Saber! What's going on in this Holy Grail War! What happened?!"

“Tokiomi… things seem to be far beyond our expectations. The fact that the Holy Grail was opened ahead of schedule already proves that something is very wrong with this incident.” Kotomine Ryougi was standing to the side, and as she spoke, a bad feeling arose in her heart: “Could it be that this time, there will be two Servants of each class?”

“If that’s the case… then we’re in big trouble. This is no longer a Holy Grail War that we can control. Even the King of Heroes, facing so many opponents, probably… can’t let the King continue to display his strength, otherwise all the Servants’ spears will be aimed at the King of Heroes,” Tokiomi Tohsaka said.

"Let's wait and see. If we ask the King of Heroes to stop now, it might displease him," Kotomine Ryougi said cautiously.

"If another Servant appears, I will use even a single Command Seal to force the King of Heroes to retreat." As fate would have it, Tokiomi Tohsaka ultimately followed the same path, deciding to use the power of that Command Seal to foreshadow his break with Gilgamesh.

……

"Mordred, why are you here?" Artoria said in a deep voice, suppressing the urge to rush forward.

"Huh? Why am I here? When did you suddenly become concerned about these things?" Mordred laughed, then raised his gleaming silver sword, pointing it at Artoria, and said, "But Father, what's wrong? Why are you praying to the Holy Grail for a wish? Haha, let me guess, could it be that you regret it? Regret handing Camelot over to me, regret that I destroyed everything with my own hands. So after you killed me... you were still angry, you regretted it, right? You wanted to wish to the Holy Grail to change everything, right?"

“Look at your face! Hahaha, what, you’re finally angry now that you’ve seen me?” Mordred said with a maniacal laugh.

"...No, more than anger, I feel...disappointment. Even in death, you failed to realize your foolishness and narrow-mindedness. You are truly beyond redemption, Mordred." Artoria took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions that had somewhat spiraled out of control upon seeing her "old friend," and reverted to the cold, icy knight-king, speaking.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Father and Son (Part Two)

"Heh, I thought you'd changed a bit. But it seems you're still the same as before." Mordred snorted, glanced at Artoria, then at Diarmuid, who was equally wary, and said, "However, you have changed, Father."

"You've become even weaker and more incompetent than before. You can't even handle such a small fry... It's simply... It's simply an insult to everyone you've defeated, including me!" Mordred charged towards Diarmuid, drawing her sword and slashing directly at him. "I will wash away the insult on me with your blood first!!"

Diarmuid assumed a fighting stance, intending to block Mordred's attack this time, but Artoria bypassed him and directly met Mordred's attack head-on. Thus began a fierce battle between father and son.

"Clang—!"