People with Different Paths / The Liu Elder's Approval

But even so, she has her bottom line; if you cross that line, she's truly finished.

"Stop joking around. Didn't you already sell your body to me? Who gave you the right to choose now? I let you spend my money and ride in my car! So of course you have to listen to me! Make me happy, that's your only value, right? Isn't that all you could do from the beginning?" Pablo slowly pried open the female model's mouth.

"Aha~! That's how it should be! An evil, cold-blooded, and ruthless man, truly the best~!" Koyanskaya watched the spectacle from the sidelines, a dangerous smile on her face as she exclaimed in admiration.

How did Daji, relying on King Zhou's blind favor, set traps and ultimately torture the queen and other concubines to death? No... those women died of their own stupidity. They knew perfectly well what a cold-blooded and cruel master they served was, yet they still held onto hope, thinking they could be an exception, fighting for his favor, trying to kill him, and taking his place.

Little did she know that the same person who caused someone else's death last time would become the one to be killed next.

But that's how filthy and despicable humans are, so it's only interesting to watch them become hopelessly addicted to their desires, gradually leading to their self-destruction.

Thinking of this, Koyanskaya smiled even more sweetly.

She is Tamamo-no-Mae's Alterego. As Servant bound by a contract with Alien God, she is skilled in various assassinations and possesses the ability to freely travel between different dimensions.

His favorite thing to do is trade, hoping to acquire all the world's luxuries and treasures and make them his own. The thing he hates most is... humans!

I'm delighted to see this kind of cruel and ugly behavior between humans.

With a look of terror and despair on her face, the female model's mouth was forcibly pried open, and pink spice powder was poured into her oral cavity, mingling with her bodily fluids and transforming into an invisible fluid that flowed through her ducts into her internal organs, affecting her nervous system throughout her body via the bloodstream...

"Is this alright?" Pablo tossed the female model to the ground, wiped his hands which were covered in saliva, and asked the Jakusho with long pink hair beside him.

"Cough cough... Uh, cough cough." The female model slumped to the ground, put her fingers in her mouth, and gagged, trying to vomit up the poison she had inhaled.

Koyanskaya smiled, held up three fingers, and counted, "Hmm, 3...2...1~!"

The moment the words left her lips, the female model stopped struggling and lowered the arm that was gripping her throat. At that moment, her eyes were vacant, filled with pink hearts, and she became a human doll that anyone could manipulate at will.

"Once you take this potion, you'll be brainwashed and will obey whatever the other person says, no matter what." Koyanskaya said, crossing her long legs and watching the ugly infighting among humans with amusement.

Pablo circled the female model, sizing her up, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her flying.

Chapter 442 People with Different Paths

"Ughhhh..." The female model was kicked and sent flying, crashing into the wall before falling to the ground. She screamed in pain, her mouth agape, drool dripping uncontrollably. Clutching her aching stomach, she collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Don't make a sound!" Pablo commanded, throwing a punch at the female model before kicking her in the stomach with his toe.

Pablo was very skilled at this method of torture and interrogation. He deliberately avoided the female model's face and targeted the parts of her body that were sensitive to pain.

"Waaah..." The female model covered her mouth with her hand, letting Pablo kick and hit her, seemingly trying to suppress her voice, only making soft moans and cries.

"This level of kicking and punching isn't going to be effective," Pablo said, catching his breath after a flurry of punches and kicks, his brow furrowed as he placed one foot on the female model's buttocks.

"Huh? You think that's not enough?" Koyanskaya asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's not enough. If you ask why, well, this woman has almost no self-respect. Give her money and status, and she'll accept anything. Isn't it said that women can endure pain dozens of times more than men? Maybe she's just particularly good at enduring it. Although I usually prefer obedient women like this, they're not useful now. Oh, right..."

Pablo seemed to have thought of something, choked on his phlegm, spat it on the ground, and shouted loudly at the female model.

"Hey, sow! Lick this clean!"

"Haahaha..." The female model, her body covered in bruises, gasped for breath in pain, her face expressionless. She lowered her head and began licking the thick, yellow filth without hesitation.

This time, Pablo finally believed it; the drug's effects were indeed remarkable. He looked at the female model who had been shouting loudly before, but now obeyed like a dog eating shit. After a long silence, she finally spoke up, "Is it possible to mass-produce this drug?"

"It's a pity, I would like to make more of this very useful medicine. But the amount of materials I can obtain is limited, and of course, the specific materials are a trade secret," Koyanskaya said with a smile, her eyes narrowed.

Pablo rolled his eyes and said, "Really? If you have the materials in the future, sell all the medicine you make to me. I can pay a deposit first."

"But I think other people also desperately need such a rare medicine," Koyanskaya said hesitantly, fiddling with her fingers.

"The price will be ten times higher!" Pablo said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I'll remember that." A glint flashed in Koyanskaya's eyes as she readily agreed upon hearing that there was money to be made.

"This guy's body's rotted like this, he's useless now. Oh well, we spent a lot of money on him, it would be a waste to just throw him away like this. From now on, I'll ask you to try out all the new 'medicinal' dishes I develop in my kitchen," Pablo said with a smile, patting the female model's face.

"Yes..." the female model replied blankly. At this moment, she had lost not only her dignity, but also her willingness to give up everything for desire. She had become a puppet to be manipulated at will.

"Very good! Very good!" Pablo stroked the female model's head like a pet, a ferocious smile on his face. The shadows on either side of his hooked nose grew even darker, and his whole face exuded a madness amidst its gloom. He had already seen his glorious future, and even conquering the whole world was not impossible.

Pablo grinned maliciously, a hoarse, cracking sound coming from his throat as he said, "Heh heh heh... As soon as the opportunity arises, I'll treat them to a feast. Should I ruin their reputations and force them to commit suicide, or keep them around as puppets to make money? Hehehe... I'm really looking forward to it..."

With the medicine in this bottle, he will unify Europe, make Britain understand that she cannot simply shed her clothes, and he will take over the entire wealth and power of Nakiri Senzaemon of Japan, and even the old master chef of China.

Those who dared to provoke him, like the Masked Boy, will all be dealt with one by one, turning into stray dogs, no, beasts even worse than dogs.

He had already decided how to deal with the masked boy. He would personally remove the red mask, then gouge out his eyes with a silver spoon, cut off his tongue with chicken bone shears, cut off his nose with a serrated knife, and finally sever his fingers and toes.

Of course, he wouldn't let him off so easily. Pablo would heal all his injuries and keep him in captivity.

They fed him fat and oil as water, and Snickers bars as feed, fattening him up until he was plump and healthy. Then they threw him into his private farm's pigpen to be used as a breeding pig. They wanted the whole world to see what would happen to those who offended him.

"Hehehe, yes, I'm really looking forward to it." Koyanskaya covered her mouth and laughed.

Several tens of minutes earlier, on the other side, after saying goodbye to her grandfather, the blonde woman hurriedly arrived at the rest room where Masked X was, knocked on the door, and said, "It's me."

"Please come in." A crisp voice replied from inside.

Erina turned the handle and walked in. The luxurious lounge was empty except for the tall man in red.

"Erina, I was thinking you should be here soon." Shirou removed his mask, turned around, and looked at the woman with a light laugh.

"What?! I didn't rush over here just to see you!" Erina exclaimed, blushing.

"Your expression is truly captivating, thank you," Shirou said, stepping forward and hugging the woman.

"Ugh... um." Erina buried her head deeply in Shirou's arms, responding with a sound that sounded like her hair was about to burst into flames.

After a tender moment, the two parted ways.

Erina warned with a serious expression, "And Shirou! That Pablo, I've had someone gather information on him and contacted my uncle in Northern Europe. Shirou, you must be careful!"

"Okay, I understand. I'll be careful." Shirou nodded and replied earnestly.

Although he wasn't sure what El-Melloi had discovered, he had tried to probe him before, but to his surprise, the other party had held back. However, the more this was the case, the more certain Shirou became that Pablo was indeed hiding something.

This guy, who was so arrogant that even when he came to another country to participate in a world-class competition, still didn't change his face of mocking others and looking down on everyone, has now become someone who even tolerates direct provocations.

There's a high probability that there's some conspiracy worth his patience and waiting for.

In terms of evidence, Shirou doesn't have any, but there's something even more compelling to prove this fact.

Some things are destined and inescapable; fate will lead you to encounter certain people or things, such as the Holy Grail, or the Divine Intervention of the Woman...

In this world, Shirou lives a very Zen-like life. He understands his own problems and hates his own traits. To address this, he disguises himself and wears a mask, and tries to go out as little as possible to minimize the impact of his female body.

But besides that, he actually possesses another trait that, once encountered, is practically unavoidable.

That's the nature of a hero of justice, just like the Shinigami-like elementary school student. Wherever he goes, he always encounters strange events. However, the Shinigami-like elementary school student encounters cases. As long as it's not a movie, once the case is solved, the culprit will obediently confess and be arrested.

Shirou, on the other hand, will be facing a group of villains who disregard the law and are not even human.

Generally speaking, villains who openly express hostility towards him and whose character is questionable usually end up with a bad ending. The stronger they are, the more wicked and insane they tend to be.

"Speaking the truth... is such a hassle." Shirou sighed with dead fish eyes. This must be the fate of the protagonist.

"What's wrong?" Erina asked Shirou, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"No, I was just thinking that I have to thank Erina." Shirou hugged Erina again, inhaling the scent of her flowing blonde hair.

"Thank me for what?" Erina asked softly, resting her head against the man's chest and gently embracing him, her fair hand stroking his back.

"Thank you for dragging me to this tournament. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met so many interesting opponents and judges," Shirou said with a sigh. Although it also came with corresponding dangers.

However, Shirou also realized that to live in this world, some things are unavoidable once they happen, and you can only try to face and solve them, otherwise things will only get worse. Even if you live in a Buddhist or Daoist way, you still have to face what you have to face.

"Erina! No matter what happens, I will protect you and take care of you." Shirou looked at the blonde woman with deep affection, reached out a hand to gently brush the hair from the girl's cheek, and kissed her.

"Shirou ..." Erina's eyes rippled, like a delicate pink lotus flower peeking out of a summer pond, budding and ready to bloom.

Yes, no one can stand in the way of their relationship, not even those with vested interests in the Nakiri Group, nor any villains. Shirou made a vow in his heart that he would stay with Erina forever and that they would surely find happiness together.

Shirou embraced the blonde woman, the woman he had vowed to protect with his life. In the heat of the moment, influenced by memories from another world, one of his hands involuntarily slipped inside her clothes. The practiced and gentle movements did not alert the woman, who was lost in ecstasy. He made his way smoothly from bottom to top until he reached his target.

With a snap, the woman's inner clothing was instantly undone.

At that moment! Erina flushed, pushed Shirou away, her arms tightly crossed over her chest, and said, "Ha! What do you think you're doing here! You said such touching things, just to do something like this?! Die! Shirou, are you an idiot?! Idiot!"

However, she soon found herself unable to say anything, because Shirou had completely sealed her mouth shut...

After that, the break ended, and the contestants returned to the arena for the third round.

However, there was still no gatekeeper here.

"What's going on? The judges haven't shown up yet?" viewers in front of their TVs and online asked in confusion.

Shortly after, the host, Ms. Cleopatra, walked out with the stride of a world-class supermodel. Following behind her was a woman with long red hair, one of the five judges previously announced.

"Ms. Boudica went so far as to change the original rules and personally come down from the top floor to meet everyone," Cleopatra introduced.

"Hello everyone," Boudica said with a gentle and friendly smile, waving at the camera.

This time, Boudica came here in person to meet the four contestants. She felt that since she was going to taste the dishes prepared for her by the chefs, it would be a bit too impolite of her not to meet with them and talk to them.

Television ratings began to rise, and the internet became lively as well.

"Oh, isn't that the beautiful and intelligent woman who appeared at the last press conference?"

"Is this motherhood? I always feel healed when I'm looked at by her gentle gaze."

"I really want her to give me a lap pillow and then clean my ears."

As expected of the older sister figure to all the Chaldea members, she instantly won everyone's favor upon her appearance.

Boudica, after all, was the queen of the eastern part of ancient England, judging by both her approachable demeanor and her convictions and authority.

Her husband was a vassal king supported by Rome, but he was later killed by Rome, which wanted to annex England, and their homeland was also seized by the Romans.

Thus Boudica raised the banner of revenge and resistance, using her charismatic nature—treating all her fellow Celts as her own children and descendants—to unite the Celtic barbarians. Driving her chariots, carrying her valiant sons and daughters, she led the various Celtic tribes invaded by Rome in a major counter-offensive, achieving victories for a time and capturing several cities. Unfortunately, due to resource scarcity, the island lacked food, and the grain in the captured cities was burned by the Roman army.

The Celtic person, who had come together in a moment of anger, suddenly fell apart and became a mob due to food shortages.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the Roman army launched a counterattack, and East England was routed. Boudica herself escaped back to the battlefield and returned to her tribe, but her children were captured on the battlefield, brutally treated by the Roman soldiers, and tortured to death. Boudica shed tears, took poison, and, taking all the treasures of her kingdom, disappeared forever.

To commemorate her bravery in fighting the invaders and her love for her people, later generations of British people erected a statue in her honor. To this day, a statue of Queen Boudica and her daughters driving chariots of sabers stands at the western end of Westminster Bridge, which spans the Thames, across the street from the Clock Tower. Her story is thus known to the world.

Chapter 443 Elder Liu's Approval

Boudica's appearance and her friendly attitude won the favor of almost everyone, both on and off the scene.

"Oh, what a strong yet gentle woman." The Elder Liu looked at the long, bright red hair and seemed to see in Boudica the shadow of someone very important to him from the past. He was completely absorbed in the moment, and the phantom of Red Dragon burning with flames seemed to appear behind him.

"Oh my, Senior Liu is really getting fired up! The last time I saw something like this was more than ten years ago in Hong Kong," Nakiri Senzaemon exclaimed in amazement.

"Am I the only one who can see that Chinese Dragon behind him? I feel like the temperature has risen. It's very convenient in winter, but won't the clothes really catch fire?" Shirou complained.

Since emerging from the rest area, Pablo, who had remained silent, had been scanning his surroundings with his eyes, clearly considering everything as his possession. Women he fancied would become his harem, men he disliked would be killed, and everyone else would be slaves. And he was the sole king of this world!

He was fairly satisfied with Boudica's attitude and had already decided to add Boudica name to the list of women he would capture for his harem.

"Alright, everyone, good luck in the upcoming competition. I've invited a very capable woman from my country to be the gatekeeper of this level. Please showcase your culinary skills; I'll be waiting for you up there." Boudica looked at the chefs and offered her heartfelt blessings.

Having become Servant, she was summoned to Chaldea as Servant who protects Human Order, and was treated as a kind and gentle older sister by everyone. For this Culinary God Competition, she naturally invited Servant from England to come here as a guardian of the checkpoint.

"Now, let's welcome the guardian of the third level!" Cleopatra announced.

Tap tap tap, the sound of boots clattering on the ground came from the other side of the passage, approaching this way...

Viewers online also got excited.

"Male? Female? Handsome man? Beautiful woman?"

"Could it be that handsome, aloof guy with long black hair from before?!"

"Are we watching the same show? Did the comments section switch channels? Is this a food show?"

Thinking of this, Shirou also felt a surge of tension, opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance passage, wondering which familiar face would be there this time.

Emerging from the passageway was a tall, athletic, and strikingly beautiful woman named Francis Drake. She wore a captain's hat and had a long scar on her face, but this did nothing to diminish her wild charm. The formidable Francis stood up and shouted:

"Enough with the unnecessary words! I want food that I can enjoy on the high seas, drinking and eating to my heart's content. Yes! The kind of food that men of the sea love! The kind of manly food that I want to eat!"

"Hahaha, foreign women are really hot!" Nakiri Senzaemon laughed as well.

"Well, pirate it is then, even though he's a knight." Shirou nodded and said.

"Then I'll leave this place to you, Derek!" Boudica called out the captain's nickname, smiling warmly.

"Oh, leave it to me, Your Majesty," the female captain replied readily, bowing slightly.

The name Francis is truly legendary. Even in the world of One Piece, she's a supernova-level figure. While it's unclear why such a character is portrayed as a pirate leader here, historically, it makes no difference. She was the first human to lead a fleet Human History as captain from beginning to end, achieving the feat of circumnavigating the globe. After all, the last person to complete the circumnavigation, Magellan, was Skewers and eaten by the local natives when he stopped in the Philippines.

She was both a pirate and a naval admiral, transporting supplies for the Queen of Britain and leading her pirate crew to plunder the seas. In the Battle of Gravelines, she defeated the Spain Armada of Philip II, Britain over the banner of the Sun Never Sets Empire and winning the first battle, making a good start and becoming a national hero of England.

Francis Drake was thus rewarded by the Queen of Britain, becoming a nobleman and a favorite of hers. From a pirate, he rose to the pinnacle, becoming an indispensable figure in pirate history.