Intervention. Prologue

In the cosmos, high above the nine heavens, silver rivers flowed down from beyond the heavens. Each sparkling droplet of water represented the birth of a new world.

And each world formed by these droplets would then take root as a seed of the Life Tree.

A world possesses countless "points."

For such existences, we can understand them as "points" of space or "points" of time.

The origin world gives birth to countless parallel worlds, and parallel worlds can similarly become origin worlds, giving birth to countless parallel worlds once more.

Ten thousand years of reincarnation, endless propagation. The world we live in is composed of such a vast and mysterious "origin."

And our protagonist, Drake D. Xia, is currently surviving in one such parallel world...

After separating from Artoria, Xia's existence, provided by the "Sea of Benevolence," had vanished. Because of this, the origin world deemed Xia's "soul dead" and, according to the laws of "soul principles" that emerged with its own birth, expelled him from itself, classifying him into a parallel world that traveled alongside it.

"Parallel worlds have no future, parallel worlds have no past."

This statement came from the judgment of humanity's highest consciousness, Alaya.

Having arrived here, Xia no longer knew how many times he had died and been resurrected in these countless parallel worlds. Each rebirth represented the acceptance of new memories and new knowledge. One cycle of reincarnation could erase a thousand years of memory, a hundred cycles could erase the essence of the soul, and a thousand cycles could make one forget where their soul belonged.

Dying and resurrecting, resurrecting and dying again. Each rebirth for Xia involved repeating what he had done, except for changes in location and characters. However, the essence remained unchanged.

General, Duke, Emperor, Soldier, Grand Duke, Marshal, Lord of the World.

Xia had experienced every profession that could command troops and fight enemies. The thunderous battlefields, the rivers of blood in battles, the sieges where the weak fought the strong, the desperate battles where half the army was sacrificed to annihilate the enemy completely.

Blood... all blood.

Corpses... all corpses.

When the thunderous drums disappeared into the sky, when the rivers formed by blood had dried up, when the corpses of both enemies and allies piled up into a cliff.

Upon that mountain of corpses, formed by countless broken banners, countless bodies, and weapons, there would always be a figure clad in golden armor, wearing a purple-gold imperial crown, with eyes like a hawk, sitting on a throne made of piled corpses, looking down upon the world like a reigning emperor. In his left hand, he held a golden dragon-crested spear, and at his right waist hung a tiger-crested sword.

This imperial figure remained motionless on the mountain of corpses, his closed eyes and weary, indifferent expression clearly conveying the mood of the current monarch.

The previously closed eyes suddenly opened, and his strong, powerful arm suddenly extended forward, reaching out towards the setting sun as if firmly grasping the entire blazing, fiery sun in his palm.

"Traversing a thousand worlds, holding the supreme command of all armies."

"My word, the territory beyond the sea is mine."

"My word, no one in this world can match this body."

"A million soldiers, all obey me."

"With a single command, the heavens will be washed in blood."

"For this... the throne is unbearably lonely."

"Henceforth, my body shall be its! The Eternal Throne!"

Seven grand declarations echoed through the heavens.

The battlefield, which had fallen silent, instantly erupted with a rumbling sound!

In an instant, a silver light burst forth from the emperor, shooting straight into the sky! Unbeknownst to anyone, the azure sky had been replaced by the starry night sky that appeared after a flash of silver light. Unbeknownst to anyone, the fallen generals of yore had all stood up again, majestic and proud. Unbeknownst to anyone, the monsters of the mythical age, long dead, had reawakened. Three-eyed demon dragons, giant troll Caesars, magical dragon spirits.

And the 999,999 soldiers who had bled and died on this battlefield were resurrected once more, their buried bodies breaking through the earth! The broken weapons flew to their owners' sides. With a flash of white light! They were restored to their former glory, sharper and colder than before.

A million soldiers returned from the world of death! The mythical monsters roaring in the sky spewed fire, sweeping across the heavens in an outburst of rage!

With a crisp sound, all the resurrected spirit soldiers instantly stood in formation again.

The drill of a million soldiers, such orderly formation!

"Glory to our King!"

"Glory to our King!"

"Glory to our King!"

The million-strong army shouted in unison! Their voices were enough to tear through the heavens! Reaching the palace of Alaya in the nine heavens!

The mountain of corpses where the king had sat had, at some point, transformed into a colossal palace forged from gold. A mighty tower, nearly half a kilometer high, stood at the very center of this palace. It was named the "General's Platform," built from the faith of the soldiers Xia had led to the pinnacle through countless battles across ten thousand lifetimes, serving as a general for a thousand lifetimes, a king for a hundred, and an emperor for ten.

As long as this tower stands! The eternal emperor shall remain! That is! An invincible body!

At this moment, the monarch standing on the "General's Platform" slowly rose from his golden throne, walked to the edge of the platform, and stood with his arms crossed. His handsome face and sharp eyes scanned the million-strong army below one by one. After his stern face swept across his million-strong army a few times, he seemed unable to find something.

The emperor's indescribable disappointment was evident on his face. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, no longer looking at the soldiers below.

The eyes that looked at the sky had lost their sharpness from before. When looking at the sky, his gaze seemed a little lost, a little doubtful. Even more so... was a trace of urgency.

"Artoria..."

This was a yearning from the deepest part of his soul, a cry of anticipation from his heart.

Crack!!!

Suddenly, a deafening sound echoed through the sky!

Looking up, he saw an extremely white lightning bolt suddenly strike across the starry night sky. That extremely white lightning forcefully pierced into Xia's innate domain, the "Eternal Throne," which he had comprehended through countless battlefields and countless parallel worlds. It was like cutting tofu, entering without any obstruction!

Flying at breakneck speed! Carrying an aura that inspired awe, it charged directly towards the invincible monarch on the "General's Platform."

Under the astonished gazes of the million-strong army, the white lightning accurately struck their emperor.

Then... a brilliant light erupted, a blue light that seemed to illuminate the entire world.

"I've been waiting for you... Alaya."

The Holy Grail War. It is a brutal battle held in Fuyuki City, Japan.

It is a mutual battle between seven Masters and their seven respective Servants.

The Holy Grail. It is said to be an object that can grant any wish.

Each Master and Servant fight to obtain this divine artifact, wielding their sharpened blades for their own wishes and beliefs, their unwavering conviction painting the air with blood.

In this cruel struggle, regardless of the means or the purpose, only one Master and their Servant, who might just survive until the end, will remain.

The arrival of the divine artifact requires blood as a sacrifice.

Gentle snow falls from the sky, and people clad in thick cotton coats walk through the streets.

Fuyuki City is still in the midst of winter, and the crisp, cold wind sends a biting chill through everyone.

On a private estate not far from Fuyuki City, beyond a dense forest on the outskirts, a massive castle stands atop a high plateau.

This is a private property of the Einzbern family. Inside this castle, all the servants are busy preparing for something, though their anxious expressions and worried eyes suggest it must be something quite important.

Passing through the main hall, one arrives at a dimly lit underground chamber...

In the center of the room, a man in a black cloak stands upon a magic circle radiating a red glow, its patterns incredibly complex.

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At the core of the magic circle, an object resembling a scabbard is placed.

The man standing there suddenly extends a hand forward. With a serious expression, he opens his mouth and speaks something.

As the man's lips move rapidly, the red light of the magic circle intensifies. Just as the man is drenched in sweat and on the verge of collapse, a small, delicate white hand suddenly presses against his back. The man's body stiffens slightly, and then the corner of his mouth curves into an imperceptible arc. He continues the summoning.

"Abide by my command! Come forth from the Throne of Heroes to this place! Guardian of the tranquil world!!"

With the man's shout, a dazzling red light instantly bathes the entire Einzbern castle in a crimson glow.

The red light, which lasted for nearly 10 seconds, slowly fades, and from the intricate magic circle emerges a graceful figure.

With brilliant golden hair, large emerald eyes, a small nose, and a delicate face, she now looks sternly at the man, who is being half-supported due to excessive mana consumption, and asks.

"I ask you, are you my Master?"

The man's previously exhausted expression widens in surprise upon seeing this girl, as if he can't believe it. Beside him, a lady in a white dress also looks at the girl before them with astonishment.

"The legendary King of Great Britain... is a girl?"

Hearing this, the girl frowns slightly and asks again, "I ask you, are you my Master? Please answer me directly." Her tone now carries a hint of impatience and anxiety, likely due to her displeasure with the woman's previous remark.

The man adjusts his expression and raises his right hand, showing the Command Seal on his hand to the girl.

"With this, you should be able to clearly understand, right?"

The golden-haired girl nods slightly.

"Servant - Saber, I have come here in accordance with the contract. This contract is now complete. Please issue your commands, Master." She stares intently at the man before her with her large green eyes.

"My name is Kiritsugu Emiya," the man introduces himself, then points to the white-clad woman beside him. "This is my wife, Irisviel von Einzbern. If I am not present in the future, she will act as your proxy Master."

After hearing Kiritsugu's words, the woman smiles and performs a standard noble's bow to Saber as a sign of respect.

"If it is Master's command, then understood." Saber feels a certain affinity for this dignified and elegant female Master, not only because of her demeanor but also because of the noble gesture she just made, which signifies that the woman has received a good aristocratic education. Therefore, she has no major reservations about her acting as a proxy Master.

"Then that's all for today. Irisviel, take Saber to her resting place. I'm quite tired..." The man leaves without waiting for Irisviel's reply, not even glancing at Saber during the process. This action causes Saber to furrow her beautiful brows once more.

At the same time.

Masters in various locations have also begun summoning their Servants. The battles between the seven Masters and seven Servants are about to commence. However, as they all prepare for their respective victories, they are unaware that an eighth Servant, who should not have appeared, has also materialized in a wooden cabin.

"I ask you, are you my temporary commander?" His voice is arrogant, yet it doesn't evoke dislike. A handsome face, a powerful physique, clad in crimson steel armor and wielding a Dragon Crest Golden Spear. Three crescent-shaped swords are also hung on his back. He stands there, spear planted on the ground, arms crossed, asking a small, thin boy before him.

The small boy trembles slightly, his face a mask of bewilderment as he looks at the exceptionally handsome young man before him. Although he is clad in armor and has a robust build (1.85m), his face surprisingly appears to be only that of a 16 or 17-year-old.

The boy tremblingly wipes away the saliva that has involuntarily dripped from his mouth and hesitantly says to the man who resembles a general, "Yes... if you mean the one who summoned you... I think... it was me?" His uncertain tone and disbelieving expression all indicate that this young man is a first-rate "expert."

The general, clad in red armor, seems to understand his situation. He lowers his head and looks at his blood-red armor, nodding as if in realization.

"No matter how useless and incompetent you are, as long as you don't hinder me from achieving my eternal wish, I don't mind taking that useless black mud cup for you. Tell me your name, kid."

"Bei... Beiju (Thanks to group member 'Tragedy' for providing this name --)" the boy says.

"Tragedy?... What a unique name..." The general's expression is clearly taken aback, and he can barely suppress a chuckle.

"Then, what is your name?" the boy asks, seemingly unfazed by the man's laughter.

"My name?"

"My name is Drake D. Xia! The man who has descended to return to the side of that goddess!"

Drake D. Xia (Drake D. Shaa)

Class: Returner

Height: 185cm

Weight: 62kg

Blood Type: O Birthdate: 10/2/12

Personality: Loyal and reliable, never complains. However, this only applies to Artoria. Can be quite terrifying towards others or Artoria's enemies. Especially fond of lions, particularly when Artoria wears lion attire...

Master: Beiju. Kudeberu (Super Half-Baked Master)

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic · Mad | Alignment: Neutral · Good

Strength: B (Sealed) | Strength: A+

Magic: C (Sealed) | Magic: B+

Endurance: C (Sealed) | Endurance: A+

Luck: D (Sealed) | Luck: A+

Agility: C (Sealed) | Agility: B+

Noble Phantasm: B+ (Sealed) | Noble Phantasm: MAX

Class Skills:

Danger Sense: MAX+ Possesses near-terrifying intuition for anything that can harm or threaten him. He can preemptively eliminate potential causes before any crisis occurs. This keen sense has reached a terrifying level where he can control "cause and effect." However, he is pitifully weak when facing Artoria's anger...

Riding: A The talent for Riding allows him to control most mounts at a level exceeding that of ordinary people. He can freely control beasts and holy beasts below Saint Beast rank. He can also operate modern vehicles.

Personal Skills: King of Wrath. Like a berserker, he can madly increase his combat power, boosting it threefold in an instant. However, the chance of activation is low. But when Artoria is harmed or in danger, the activation rate is frighteningly high.

Noble Phantasm - Dragon Crest Golden Spear: A peculiar spear that has existed since Xia's first reincarnation. It is 1.66cm long and weighs thousands of pounds. It has accompanied Xia through thousands of worlds and participated in countless wars. The number of people he has killed has reached the limit of Alaya's tolerance.

Noble Phantasm Traits: Crush. Destruction. Even if a Rank A+ Noble Phant clashes head-on, it will be shattered within eight strikes at most.

Currently sealed.

Noble Phantasm - Golden Crest Imperial Armor (Set): Armor forged from the beliefs of Xia's hundreds of thousands of soldiers, representing his victorious glory and undefeated honor.

Noble Phantasm Traits: Sturdy, strong against magical defense. Even when crossing battlefields alone, it remains unstained. Its defense is comparable to King Arthur's Avalon.

Currently sealed, appears red.

Noble Phantasm - Reality Marble - Eternal Throne: Xia has traversed countless worlds, always as an emperor. He has never known defeat, never failed. He has never experienced ordinary human emotions (familial love, brotherhood, romantic love).

Noble Phantasm Traits: Powerful, hundreds of thousands of battlefields. Those dragged into this place must face hundreds of thousands of soldiers and attacks from tens of thousands of creatures from the mythological era. As long as the General's Platform in the King's Citadel stands, the torrent of attacks will not cease.

Currently under forced seal, maximum capacity is a battlefield of ten thousand.

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