The Possessed Hosts' Group
"Therefore, their summoning system will continue to improve. As long as someone can summon a capable Magecraft and achieve a 100% compatibility, and receive the Magecraft's knowledge, the speed will increase several times over," Da Vinci analyzed.
Artoria said coldly, "Then the problem now is to determine their motives. If someone created such a system, it certainly wouldn't be just one person. So what exactly do these people want to do?"
Jeanne d'Arc raised an eyebrow and said impatiently, "What a hassle. If they can't explain themselves, just beat them down, wouldn't that be better?"
Shirou nodded and said, "Indeed, it would be terrible if someone with ill intentions were to take the Holy Grail and do whatever they wanted."
"Really? Okay! Let's go take down that woman together!" Komachi said, raising her fist. She even knew more about her brother's physique than she did; she absolutely couldn't let her get away with this!
"No, no, it's not about that person," Shirou said, waving his hands repeatedly. Although the shop manager was a bit too open about relationships and he didn't get along with him, he was also doing his job well, earning wealth and status through his own abilities, so he couldn't be called a bad person.
"I understand. I'll take charge of the investigation. Everyone, please head back for now," Da Vinci said.
The boys and girls agreed and, talking as they walked towards Shinjuku subway station, embarking on their journey home.
At the other end of Shinjuku Station, in the financial and business district.
This place has a different atmosphere from the bustling streets of Shinjuku. Tall office buildings are everywhere in this area. In the tallest building, people can look down at the ground through the glass windows of the ascending elevator and see the crowds moving and changing on the ground.
Nearby, office workers in dark Japanese-style suits, middle-aged professionals carrying black briefcases, and somewhat reserved young people just starting their careers walk along the zebra-striped gray-white road intersection, constantly crossing and changing, almost like a river.
In the distance, on the fashionable commercial street, amidst the crowds of people going in and out of drugstores and fashion boutiques, you can see all kinds of skirts. The Chinese, who have a special fondness for skirts, will choose to wear skirts to show off their thighs even in the coldest winter. Even those who are afraid of the cold will wear long skirts that almost touch the ground, or simply loose culottes that look very similar to skirts.
On the other side, the people on the inner streets pursued individuality even more, adding vibrant colors to the area. Wearing wigs and various accessories, they dressed themselves up like doll-like gothic lolita.
The girl, dressed in a childlike style, wore a fluffy skirt and carried a red schoolbag like a primary school student. Her punk-style clothing, combined with fishnet stockings, and her permed and dyed hair, along with heavy smoky makeup, gave her a youthful look. She also sported a bun hairstyle, and her all-red outfit was considered auspicious, resembling a Chinese mascot.
In addition, there are tourists from abroad, from different countries, with different skin colors and different ethnic costumes. Some admire white, some admire yellow, and some prefer more vibrant colors.
Some people pursue understated luxury and look down on expensive designer brands, preferring clothes made by designers living on Italian farms. Others, however, prefer to be covered in gold jewelry from head to toe and carry the finest handbags.
The crowds are filled with people of all kinds of personalities, ensuring that the variety of outfits is never tiresome. This area seems to want to encompass everything in the world, and it truly is full of charm.
The nighttime spectacle is even more spectacular in Nightless, Kabukicho never sleeps, illuminated by colorful lights.
But during the day, all power is concentrated in the tallest building in this financial district, a place where business elites from all over the world gather, including internet elites who promote the concept of the internet.
There are pragmatic industrialists, as well as real estate developers who speculate on land and build housing projects, and there are also ambitious industrialists who want to dominate this area.
At this moment, the charming woman, sitting in a conference room on a high floor of an elevator building, took off her pink coat and hung it on a hanger with the help of a waiter, and took off the snow-white fox fur coat around her neck.
The ceiling of the conference room was fitted with golden-edged shelves, from which hung transparent and bright crystal chandeliers. Below was a long, square table covered with red cloth, furnished with luxurious mahogany chairs. After finishing their tasks, the waiters bowed slightly and quietly withdrew from the room.
The meeting room was suddenly empty except for those sitting in their chairs.
"You've finally arrived, Queen!" said the muscular man with short black hair.
"Your Majesty, you've finally arrived! I've been so eager to see you!" A young man with a frizzy, curly hairstyle, resembling that of a male escort, greeted her with a bright smile.
"Oh dear, am I late? I met some interesting kids along the way, so we chatted for a while. I'm so sorry." The woman hugged the guy with the exaggerated perm that looked like a male escort who had jumped over, and said in a tone that showed absolutely no apology.
After the boy pulled out a chair, the woman casually sat down.
"Hmph! There's another guy who arrived after you. I'll call you Queen, but you're not the only king here. Don't get too cocky!" Sitting next to the woman, a man dressed in a leather coat and looking like a thug put his feet on the table and snorted.
The hair above the ears was dyed blonde, while the hair below was shaved into short black hair.
"Oh dear, are you jealous? Of course I love you too," the woman said with a charming smile.
"Tch, girls shouldn't say things like that." The thug with blond and black hair turned his head away unhappily, but didn't say anything more.
"So you've decided to stay here tonight?" the woman said teasingly, looking at the man's slightly flushed profile.
"I don't need it!" the thug shouted, his face turning even redder.
"Wait, if you're going to flirt, could you please leave here?" one of the women said, clearly annoyed.
"I'm so sorry, everyone, and 'lron-maiden' too~!" The Queen apologized, clasping her hands together.
"How could that be! Your Majesty, you don't need to say such things," the male escort said repeatedly.
"Hmph! It's nothing! I just didn't want to stay here with a bunch of weirdos. Anyway, once you leave, it's your freedom to do whatever you want." The one who spoke was the woman nicknamed 'Iron Maiden,' dressed in a black bodysuit, toying with a black riding crop in her hand, and said coldly.
The only thing that bothered her was that the male host she had her eye on, who seemed perfect as a loyal, submissive masochist, was actually working with her in Kabukicho, but instead went to fawn over a woman selling dresses.
Moreover, the other party is a captivating queen with a reverse harem, while she is a sadistic queen of an underground club in the red-light district; their attributes seem to conflict somewhat.
"Please don't mind, madam. She has the right to be late, whatever the reason." A gentlemanly middle-aged man wearing half-rimmed round glasses, a platinum chain hanging down his cheek.
"Thank you, 'Doctor,' you're so charming. You must have captivated countless women when you were young," the Queen said with a smile.
The gentlemanly middle-aged man nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze. He didn't seem interested in mature women of his age. At his age, perhaps he would prefer a sweet daughter who would call him 'Daddy'.
The door opened again...
This time, a tall, middle-aged man in a suit walked in. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an air of authority and righteousness.
The man did not sit down immediately, but looked at everyone in the conference hall, sincerely bowed his head, and apologized, saying:
"I apologize, everyone! I had an urgent matter to attend to, so I'm late."
"No, please don't mind. Everyone has given you plenty of time. You must have something important to attend to." Several men in their thirties standing nearby stood up respectfully and replied.
"Yes, yes. We all understand," the thin man beside him chimed in.
"Oh, it's understandable that big shots are so busy. They're working hard to maintain social order today. Should I call you a diligent and people-oriented police inspector, or... a ruthless Yakuza Boss?" The thug asked with a sneer.
The atmosphere around them froze.
"Oh, young man from the Bōsōzoku, you took care of my men before. As an outsider, can you please refrain from interfering in the affairs of the yakuza? Even if you possess extraordinary power, you shouldn't act so recklessly. Think about your family and friends, for once." The imposing man glared at the blond-haired man and threatened him slowly.
The thug glared back, gritting his teeth and revealing sharp canines, and said, "So you bastard, don't interfere in my territory! You bastard! I don't care if you're a human trafficker, a pimp, or a police inspector."
"If any of your foolish underlings dare to bring goods to my place again, no matter how many of them there are, I'll break every foot they step in, and I'll break the hand that hands out the goods."
"Hahahaha!! Is that so? What I hate most is people who can't be reasoned with! Don't you understand that cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents?!" The dignified man suddenly burst into laughter, his majestic and righteous face instantly transforming into a grotesque and wicked smile.
Suddenly, a gun appeared in his hand, pointed at the Golden-haired Man.
His business hasn't been going well lately. Today he received news that seven or eight of his men were attacked after leaving a nightclub. A man on a motorcycle from a Bōsōzoku gang broke their arms and legs, and they're now in the hospital with their limbs in casts. They can only lie in bed like mummies. He needs to arrange for replacements, and his business will be delayed for several more days.
How can I make him not feel angry?
"Ha, if you want to fight, then come and try! I've been fed up with your two-faced, two-faced nature for a long time! Let's see if your gun is stronger, or my fists are stronger!" The Golden-haired Man kicked aside his chair and jumped onto the long table, golden lightning crackling around his body, looking down at the imposing man as he spoke.
"Stop, sir. We didn't gather here to fight. If the Holy Grail is taken away, it will not benefit any of us here," said the middle-aged gentleman with a curved beard.
The people sitting around didn't speak, but their eyes conveyed tacit agreement.
Chapter 253 Possession of a Host Group
This time slot happened to be outside the peak hours. Office workers were already busy at their companies, while tourists were still strolling and playing on the streets. So, once the young people entered the subway, they had a whole carriage to themselves, which was completely different from when they came and they didn't feel crowded at all.
"Speaking of which, if there really is a group of people who want to steal the Holy Grail, what should we do?" Artoria asked.
"Yes, this is really troublesome," Shirou said, looking quite conflicted.
"Hey! Brother, does that mean Komachi and everyone else will become enemies of bad guys? Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Komachi exclaimed in surprise.
"No, although this is also very serious, we really need to find a way to investigate it as soon as possible. If the other party is a bad person, we must retrieve the Holy Grail so that they can't use it for evil. But there's another thing I'm worried about," Shirou said with a wry smile.
"Shirou, there's nothing to worry about! If anyone tries to provoke us, I'll take care of them! I thought coming to this world would be boring, but interesting things have happened, haven't they? Hehe..." Jeanne d'Arc said with a smile, her eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Hmph, if someone with that kind of guts existed." Artoria's icy face broke into a smile.
"Ah, that's exactly what I'm worried about!" Shirou said helplessly. If Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc were to fight in this world, that would be truly terrifying.
The two girls, powered by the Holy Grail, are a fortress with an endless supply of ammunition and a fire-breathing fortress; perhaps in less than a day, the entire Tokyo would be destroyed. Whether in battle or not, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Over in the conference room, the two who were arguing stopped fighting under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The imposing man, nicknamed 'Sir,' had already slammed his hand down and sat back in his chair, remaining silent.
He ran away from home at a young age and led a life of deception and fraud. Later, he was spotted by an organization and underwent various training programs. His academic performance and abilities were excellent, so he was assigned to be a spy. He successfully entered the police academy and became a policeman.
Because of his inside and outside connections, he not only tipped off the organization but also made great contributions in several instances of annexing other groups and raiding rival gangs.
Today, at less than thirty-five years old, he has become a police inspector at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Compared to some second-generation rich kids with powerful families, he is already considered one of the outstanding ones.
Now nearing 40, he has already made arrangements and will soon be promoted to police inspector. If he accepts a transfer to another post, he can immediately rise to a position equivalent to a 'department head'. His future is very promising.
However, all his previous actions had given him leverage over a criminal organization. In a secret meeting, the former leader encouraged him to work hard and make contributions, promising that the organization would pay for everything to be taken care of for him.
Although it was meant to be encouragement, the subtext was that even if he rose to the rank of Superintendent, the organization would still want him to continue being their informant.
Even if he wanted to be a good person now, it was too late. If he didn't want to be bound by the past, he had no choice but to actively seek power.
At that moment, he came into contact with the system of Servant possession. Through a webpage that popped up on his phone, he made a contract with Servant was compatible with him, and gained power beyond that of ordinary people.
Having gained the power to change the status quo, his first act was to eliminate the organization's leader and the elders of that faction. Because of his background, he couldn't trust anyone to be the leader, so he had no choice but to take over the entire organization himself.
However, because he seized power by force, as an undercover agent, even if he became a police inspector, he would not be qualified to wield power. Now that he has suppressed the opposition, he is still inevitably affected both inside and outside the gang.
In the business world, those who had close ties with his former team leader all looked down on him and said they would no longer cooperate. Several others were also planning to come and cause trouble, trying to bargain. Once he had some free time, he would definitely teach those guys a lesson.
As an undercover agent, he was given new power by a stroke of luck, but he never expected to encounter so many difficulties in carrying it out.
The goods that were shipped from France to the hidden factory near Mount Fuji were found to have a large hole in the container. Because the location was exposed, the factory, which had been secretly built at great expense, had to be abandoned.
Meanwhile, the medicine business in the city was being hindered by this fool who refused to make money despite the promise of a 50% share of the profits and insisted on talking about some grand principle.
"Alright, alright, Kintaro, calm down." The Queen stepped forward and hugged the Golden-haired Man, helping him sit down.
"This isn't over! As long as you don't get out of my neighborhood." The Golden-haired Man sat down angrily.
He was a native of Edo, born and raised in Chiyoda Ward. He wasn't a good student, but he had a wide circle of friends. His secret was making friends through fists. He believed that if someone was a real man, a fight would reveal whether they could get along. In order to face strong guys head-on, he developed a muscular physique.
After getting his Driver's License, he became obsessed with motorcycles. He painted them himself, added tail wing lights, planted the team's exclusive flag, and then put on a white robe printed with the image of dead men on the night road, leading his friends to race on the mountain roads at night.
Engaging in thrilling races against skilled motorcyclist, pushing the limits of speed and teetering on the edge of life and death. Though not understood by most, they live a rather carefree life.
Unexpectedly, he gained the recognition of a hero. Although his nickname was also Kintaro, he never imagined that he would now possess the immense strength to compete with bears for power and the ability to control lightning like the Dragon God.
After gaining power, he didn't think about doing anything else, but then some bad things came knocking on his door.
His friend's sister went to a nightclub without permission and was targeted by some unknown guy. He drugged her, took her away, and never returned home.
It wasn't until an acquaintance told me they saw the girl in a nightclub, and she looked terribly haggard.
He genuinely loathed this harmful thing; he always ordered his men never to touch it, yet someone was using it.
He doesn't understand grand principles, and he never believes that the law or the police will protect people like him, but he can still distinguish right from wrong.
Those who are on his side must be protected by those on his side. Before, when he didn't have enough power, he might have had to lead his underlings in and act recklessly without considering the consequences. But now that he has power, he can solve everything single-handedly.
So he went straight over and smashed up the shop, then took the girl away. In short, he first broke the arms and legs of the guys who drugged her, and then went to find the ringleader of the culprits.
If killing him could solve everything, then he would do it without hesitation right now.
If he were to make a move here, he would become the enemy of everyone present, so he stopped himself.
After all, everyone who comes here has only one purpose: to safeguard the Holy Grail that belongs to all people.
The Bearded Gentleman began, "Let's get back to the main topic. The war will break out soon, and in a week, the chosen ones from China, India, Thailand, Vietnam, North Korea, and Russia will all gather here. We must cooperate to defeat these outsiders and seize all the Holy Grails."
The man dressed as a male prostitute stood up. Skilled in social interaction, he was the most well-informed. He also had a subordinate man who possessed Hassan and was skilled in stealth, who acted as a scout, gathering information and monitoring people from all sides.
The man took out his phone and connected it to the screen in the conference room, showing several high-definition photos he had secretly taken. He introduced them, saying, "According to the intelligence I've gathered, a group of high school students suspected of having ties to Chaldea were discovered in Okinawa. They seem to be cleaning up Demonic Beast running rampant in alternate dimensions throughout Japan."
"Hey, they're all such cute and delicate girls, I never expected them to be doing this kind of work. Looks like they're looking for good women to approach." Someone remarked in surprise.
The male host warned, "Don't underestimate them. These girls are all very strong, and their compatibility is likely at its maximum. They're students from that famous International High School in Chiba Prefecture. They seem to be on vacation in Okinawa and will probably be back in Tokyo soon."
"Huh? One hundred percent? How did you do that? Although Servant have different personalities, and you can increase compatibility by doing what they like, there are limits to this method." The Queen exclaimed in surprise.
Achieving 100% compatibility is easier said than done; it's impossible if you can't connect with someone on a deeper level.
Establishing a 100% compatibility level, in a sense, means building a close, unreserved, and intimate 'confidant' relationship with your Servant. It's similar in nature to finding a needle in a haystack. (Monthly fee group 694936135)
"And if it's 100%, it means giving your body and soul to the Servant, like truly becoming one with them, right? Won't something go wrong?" Ms. Lron-Maiden, nicknamed 'Iron Maiden,' asked with a frown.
Inside her is Elizabeth the Assassin, the legendary vampire who bathes in the blood of virgins to maintain her youth and beauty, and who also has sadistic tendencies.
They performed possession summons and then punished the club's slaves together, making them quite enjoyable companions who played together, and their compatibility gradually increased as they interacted.
Although she understood that Elizabeth wasn't as cold-blooded and ruthless as the legends portrayed her, she couldn't soothe the other's inner pain.
They might be good friends, but she couldn't even imagine achieving complete mutual trust and perfect compatibility.
"If they're formidable enemies, we can't just let them go. Otherwise, let me handle them," said the middle-aged man who was a police inspector by profession and a gangster boss by side.
"They're all beauties, so it's good business. I wouldn't waste such a good opportunity. As long as we find a way to take their phones and make it look like an accident, it should be easy for us."
Find a place to lock them up and break their will, and while you're at it, train them. There are plenty of ways to make these women obedient.
"Once the storm has passed in a year, we can use a few connections to change their disappearances to deaths, cancel their household registrations, and then send them to work as undocumented slaves in high-end clubs. That will bring in a pretty good income." The gang leader said with a twisted smile.