The Fraud

"Ah! It's here again, it's here again!"

"Sure enough, our choice was the right one!"

"..."

The Sino-Japanese Alliance powerhouses suppressed beneath the torii gate began trembling with excitement when they saw the Blackhand summon another coffin.

What miserable lives they had.

That monstrous Beiyang Magnate had controlled all of them with a single strike.

His ferocity was overwhelming, utterly lawless!

This domineering presence made several Japanese members involuntarily think of Yuan Shikai, the reincarnated Overlord who had once single-handedly resisted the Empire's seven greatest powerhouses.

Although he had only subdued them now, making it impossible to judge his exact strength, the casual ease with which he had done it showed that this was likely far from his limit.

He had probably held back earlier just to earn enough mission points!

Fortunately, they had used elite Death Warriors to obtain intelligence beforehand and glimpsed a sliver of the Fourth Holy Grail War's secrets.

They had chosen the right camp in advance, ridden the tide of the greater situation!

Whether it was the rolling wheels of history or the mysterious Mission Space whose limits had suddenly risen beyond comprehension—

Even powerhouses like them definitely would not be able to withstand it!

They had gained the upper hand once again!

Uh, wait, why "again"? And why did this feel strangely familiar? Whatever. The important thing was that their new trump card had arrived!

Look, after summoning a trump card like Madara Uchiha, he had actually summoned another trump card separately!

Anyone could guess that the Impure World Reincarnation powerhouse he summoned at a time like this would at least be capable of intervening in the current battle.

How exciting.

The coffin shattered, revealing a dumbfounded figure beneath it, scratching his head with a vacant look on his face.

A silly, adorable aura