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

The system couldn't help but ask.

"It's alright. I just looked at the description of the rare Servant summoning cards. As long as you have a strong desire for them, you'll likely draw a Servant that suits your needs."

Wang Chong stroked his chin and said, "All I have to do is keep telling myself that I want to draw a Servant like Diarmuid who will pledge allegiance to my lord as soon as I meet him."

"What if it doesn't work out?" the system asked.

"System, do you think my power of ruin is just for show?" Wang Chong said, somewhat speechless.

"Okay, then host, you can start now." Upon hearing Wang Chong's words, the system immediately indicated that it had no further questions and was just waiting for the host to begin drawing cards.

“Alright, let me think about it silently… First, we need a follower who can be loyal to their lord,” Wang Chong said with his eyes closed.

"Host... you call this chanting?" The system couldn't help but complain as it watched Wang Chong chanting. "Besides, since you already have the power of ruin to forcibly brainwash people, loyalty doesn't matter anymore, does it?"

"Don't make a fuss. Only by saying it out loud can I strengthen the vision in my heart." Wang Chong said as he continued, "To be able to protect the children, one's abilities must not be weak. It would be best to be a stat monster like Saber."

"Why are they starting to add more requirements?" the system complained.

"The battlefield is a place of deceit and treachery, and you definitely need someone who can assess the situation and adapt flexibly, even if it's a bit unscrupulous, as long as it leads to victory and survival. Only such a person can protect the children in the ever-changing battlefield... Well, it would be even better if they understood military strategy."

Wang Chong continued reading.

"...Your requests are getting more and more outrageous, host," the system said speechlessly.

“…It would be even more perfect if she were a beautiful woman,” Wang Chong added at the end.

"No, host, this isn't just a strong desire, it's practically making a wish! This item card isn't some kind of all-powerful wish-granting machine!" The system was finally losing its composure.

"Stop arguing. What do you know? I have many wishes. When the character you draw from this card comes along, surely one of them will match for me." Wang Chong rolled his eyes at the system, and then started from the first sentence again.

The system said nothing more. This wasn't the first or second time its host had acted so shamelessly. This time, it would just let him do whatever he wanted. Anyway, the Servants summoned by rare Servant Summoning Cards were basically all good.

……

In a certain worldline of the Type-Moon universe

"Wait, wait a minute—! I won't play a match I can't win! Besides, this is cheating! It's too vicious, too cunning! What do you mean by 'a pretty face but no substance, an Edo Yagyu'?!"

A young girl dressed primarily in red and blue, wielding two swords, was shouting insults at a middle-aged martial artist in front of her:

"You've already reached the level of a sword god! I was completely deceived by the reputation of the 'childish girl' style!"

"...Of course. My swordsmanship is only passed down to those who govern the world. That is why it is known as the Miru-ryu style, which ordinary people cannot witness."

In contrast to the girl's boisterousness, the middle-aged martial artist before her remained calm and composed, his aura becoming increasingly restrained. But the girl knew very well that this was the prelude to him getting serious.

"May your sword aura, which drew me here and made me commit such an act that almost turned into a killing contest, be cursed." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

As the man spoke, his gaze became increasingly focused, and his aura was now completely suppressed, making it almost impossible for outsiders to sense his presence.

"Ugh... It's true, I was the one who provoked you by putting my hand on the hilt of the sword, so I have no right to complain! No, but I still have to complain!"

The girl uttered almost contradictory words, then shouted:

"Since the difference in strength is so vast, a high-ranking official like you should simply ignore the provocations of a vagabond like me! But all you do is suddenly attack, without any intention of fighting me! Despicable! Bullying the weak is unacceptable!"

"..."

The middle-aged man silently stared at the girl, though her words had almost shaken his usually unwavering composure. Fortunately, his years of self-cultivation kept his resolve unchanged—to kill the girl before him.

"...Damn it, it seems there's no point in saying anything to that guy. This old man is on a completely different level from any of the opponents I've faced so far. I can't see him and I can't win against him. Looks like I'm finally going to get my comeuppance... Hmm?"

Just as the girl was thinking about how to break the deadlock, she suddenly felt a pulling sensation from behind.

"……Um?"

The middle-aged man also noticed something amiss, his gaze fixed on the direction behind the girl.

"That's wonderful! It's the same as always! Thank you, Guanyin Bodhisattva!" The girl's face lit up with joy, and then she said, "Since fate has brought us here, it's best to leave! I'm sorry, the competition is over now. Who was it again, Yagyu?"

"I'll never lay a hand on you again, just forget about me! Heh!"

Just as the girl was feeling smug, the middle-aged man made his move in an instant! Such a fast strike, the speed of which had long surpassed the limits of the human body, a strike that could race against time, hitting its mark the moment it was struck.

"Boom-"

The man's sword was aimed directly at the girl's skull, and without a doubt, he hit her.

A flicker of surprise crossed the man's eyes. He heard the girl let out a mournful cry, and then she vanished from his sight in an instant, leaving only the lingering echo of her cry.

"Ouch! That hurts so much! My head is spinning!"

"...Disappeared. I didn't expect she was not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also proficient in sorcery." The man sheathed his sword, muttering to himself, "Although it did hit, it didn't sever her skull... She managed to escape twice after receiving my secret technique—"

"The new Musashi-no-kami, Fujiwara no Genshin. I will never forget that name."

……

Back in the present, after repeating it ten times, Wang Chong finally used the rare Servant Summoning Card. The magic circle for summoning Heroic Spirits reappeared before him once more.

"System, if this world isn't yet filled with ether, then why can you use these shop items to ignore these restrictions and still use magic, and even summon generals from other worlds?"

While waiting for the servant to arrive, Wang Chong chatted idly with the system.

“Master, asking me this question is like asking me how to collect items from different multiverses... This is a common practice in the system world, how could a small system like me possibly answer it?”

The system said helplessly.

"I was just curious, nothing more. Hmm... I wonder what kind of Servant will be summoned."

Wang Chong pressed his cheek with his hand, deep in thought.

"Ouch—my head hurts so much."

Just then, a figure emerged from the light, followed by a girl's painful groans.

"Headache? Did I just pull a female Servant with a brain disorder... wait, a brain disorder? Don't tell me I pulled Nero!" Wang Chong couldn't help but exclaim.

"What Ni... what Lu? That's not my name. Ugh, the blinding light is finally gone."

At this moment, the light of the summoning circle began to dim, and the girl's appearance was finally revealed to Wang Chong. Before him stood a beautiful female warrior with blue eyes, pink hair, and a pretty face.

Her long hair at the back of her head and the bangs on the left side were fixed in a messy shape with a ratchet-like hair ornament, while the bangs on the right side hung down. Her clothing was mainly red with blue accents, and the belt buckle was a black tsuba (sword guard). The two furisode sleeves of her clothes were not integrated with the clothes but were worn separately on her arms.

Most notably, the girl holds a katana in each hand, in a confrontational posture, much like the pose in a certain painting.

"Niten Ichi-ryu? It's you, Miyamoto Musashi?!"

Wang Chong instantly recognized who he had summoned. He never expected that the big idiot Musashi would appear right in front of him like this.

Chapter 214: The New Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara Genshin

"Um... Musashi, am I Musashi?"

However, when Wang Chong read out the other person's name, the other person looked thoughtful.

"What's going on with you?" Wang Chong asked, puzzled.

"No...it's nothing. I was just sparring with a powerful old man and I accidentally hurt my head. My head is still spinning, and I can't remember his name or anything. I can't remember a lot of things clearly."

The girl named Musashi scratched her head shyly and said with a smile.

"..." Wang Chong was silent for a moment, then asked the system, "System, why did you give me a half-damaged Musashi as a rare Servant summon card?"

"How would I know? Could it be that you made too many wishes, host, and that caused some problems?" The system shrugged, indicating that it didn't know what was going on either.

"Do you remember anything? Like, do you know how you got here?"

Wang Chong vaguely recalled the scene where Miyamoto Musashi first established contact with Chaldea, and it seemed that the other party did indeed suffer from amnesia. However, he remembered that Miyamoto Musashi was summoned to Onigashima.

Has this meant I've already snatched it away?

"Hehe, I do have some recollection of that. Because of fate, I always accidentally get caught in a cave and end up in another world. So I'm kind of used to it."

Musashi said with a smile:

"I think I was sparring with a powerful old man at the time, but he was too strong and I was almost killed by him. Fortunately, I was pulled away and traveled through time."

"I just didn't expect him to be able to strike me the moment I transmigrated. Luckily, my body had already begun to become ethereal, so I only felt pain and didn't have my skull cut open... Thank goodness."

"As for other memories, they are mostly unclear. I don't know who I am or where I came from. I only know that as a samurai, I constantly challenge others to gain fame and fortune. Hmm! These are both things I really like."

Wang Chong nodded, then asked, "What about your skills? Are your sword techniques still in your mind?"

"Shhh-"

Without a word, Musashi suddenly swung his sword at Wang Chong. Faced with Musashi's unexpected attack, Wang Chong seemed completely unfazed, letting his opponent do as he pleased.

In a short time, Musashi had already slashed at Wang Chong dozens of times, but each slash was so precise that it almost touched Wang Chong's clothes, leaving no trace of damage.

Musashi then sheathed his twin swords, a smug smile on his face, and said, "Sword skills are not such inconvenient things; do they need to be memorized?"

However, after saying that, Musashi looked Wang Chong up and down with great interest, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"You didn't seem imposing at all, and I thought you were just an ordinary person, which is why you couldn't catch my blade. But now it seems you're quite formidable; your eyes can perfectly follow my movements. But...aren't you afraid?"

"A sword strike without any hostility or killing intent is just a display of skill, so why be afraid?"

Wang Chong spoke slowly.

"Chong-"

This time, Musashi drew her sword instantly, her expression becoming much more serious. However, her sword was forcefully caught between her opponent's two fingers.

"Hey, hey, hey... What are you talking about? I just escaped from that old man, and now I've run into an even more perverted guy right after transmigrating."

Musashi felt her hands trembling, not from fear, but because she wanted to pull the katana from Wang Chong's fingers, but found that she simply couldn't. Even using both hands, she couldn't successfully pull it out of Wang Chong's fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Under Musashi's shocked gaze, Wang Chong began to rotate his fingers, and his own wrist was pulled along with them, causing his body to lower continuously, prompting him to exclaim in surprise.

"I'm curious, just because of one sentence, do you really have the guts to swing your sword at me with murderous intent and hostility?" Wang Chong looked at Musashi, who was gradually being suppressed by him, and revealed a playful expression.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I was just excited to try my luck, who knew you were so powerful. If I had known you were so powerful, I wouldn't have swung that sword."

Musashi said with a smile.

"Oh? A misunderstanding? If I didn't have this power, wouldn't you have killed me? I brought you into this world, and according to what you just said, I saved your life. Besides, I even called out your name... Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Wang Chong ignored Musashi's cutesy and cowardly act. He knew the girl's personality very well, and he knew her identity even better. This was Miyamoto Musashi, the author of "The Book of Five Rings." For her, using words to bewitch her opponents was just commonplace.

Musashi quickly defended himself.

"Oh, so you admit that even though I'm your savior, you still shamelessly attacked your benefactor, right?" Wang Chong said slowly.

"Wow...this guy is really unforgiving..." Musashi thought to himself.

However, she could also sense that the person in front of her was somewhat different from the old man who had tried to kill her before. The other party didn't seem to have any murderous intent towards her; instead, he maintained a scrutinizing attitude, as if he was confirming something and then taking the opportunity to suppress and teach her a lesson.

Otherwise, with such terrifying strength, if the opponent had shown any killing intent, Musashi would probably have abandoned his sword and fled the moment he finished speaking. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Yes, as long as we survive, the experience gained from this battle will definitely be useful next time," Musashi said confidently.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean it. Please forgive me for my sincere apology... Huh? Huh!!?"

Forced by circumstances, Musashi had no choice but to bow her head and apologize. However, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt her hands go empty. At the same time, she felt a slight weight at her waist and realized that her sword had already been sheathed.

"Well, since you've sincerely apologized, I might be able to forgive you this once."

The voice came from behind Musashi. Musashi quickly turned around and found that Wang Chong had appeared behind him at some point and was blocking the only way out.

"I can't see it. Just like that old man Liu, I can't see how he made the move at all. No... even that old man Liu couldn't have taken my knife, put it back in its sheath, and then reappear behind me without me noticing at all."

Musashi was terrified; her opponent's strength was far beyond her expectations. It was simply an unbelievable divine technique.

“I need you to do something for me, but before that, there are some things I need to explain to you clearly,” Wang Chong said slowly. “About this world, about me, and about yourself—Shinmen Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara Genshin.”

Chapter 215: Musashi's Loyalty

When the full name was spoken, a memory in Musashi's mind was also fully awakened—the memory of his own name.

At that moment, Musashi realized that the man before him seemed to know him and needed his help. Faced with a request from someone stronger than himself, Musashi patiently listened to what it was all about.

Afterwards, Wang Chong told Musashi almost everything about the Heroic Spirit Summoning, the Terra world, and Miyamoto Musashi. Thus, Musashi finally understood the whole story.

"I see. It's a little different from before. I was summoned to this place by a Heroic Spirit. And you, as my summoner, or Master, are basically like a lord, right?"

After listening to Wang Chong's explanation, Musashi roughly understood what had happened and continued:

"And then there's this world, which is completely different from the parallel worlds I'm familiar with... Not only is the territory vast, but the race is also very strange. They don't resemble normal humans; they have animalistic features... And currently, there's a war going on, and you're leading an army against another army, right?"

"That's one way to understand it," Wang Chong nodded in reply.

"I understand. So you're essentially the 'King' of this world, right? To put it bluntly, you're planning to recruit me?"

Musashi was born in the Sengoku period, so he was naturally very familiar with the process by which daimyo recruited samurai.