Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

"Interesting. This King wishes to see what you have to offer in exchange," Archer picked up a skewer of grilled meat, took a bite from the best part, and then tossed it onto the ground. Saber's eyes blazed with fury.

For Gilgamesh, the first great magnate of the Middle East, any problem that wealth could solve was no problem at all.

"It seems Berserker's Master just wants to exchange information with Archer," Rider sighed, then took a large bite of the roasted whole chicken.

If one wished to sell the information they held for a good price, wasn't the best buyer precisely this king, who was rumored to possess all the world's treasures?

Still, it wasn't a complete loss. Rider tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Waver. At the very least, he got to enjoy a modern feast. The completely different flavor from his lifetime made Rider's appetite soar.

The others also fell silent. If the Lords of the Clock Tower couldn't afford the price, they certainly wouldn't be able to.

"While speaking of the future in your presence might be like showing off to an expert, since I have your permission, please ask your questions. I apologize in advance if there are any questions I cannot answer," Li Zihan maintained an extremely humble attitude.

"I ask you, what is Berserker's true identity?" Archer asked with malicious intent.

If a Servant's true name were exposed, they would easily become a target. Archer's question was akin to asking the Master to cripple themselves. A normal Master would have been speechless by now.

"The demigod Heracles. He is likely one of the few Servants in this war who can pose a threat to you." Li Zihan was clearly not a legitimate Master, as he sold out his own Servant without batting an eye.

"Interesting." Archer waved his hand, and three golden ripples appeared in the sky. Three weapons then descended before Li Zihan. "Choose one from these. This King's reward for your honesty."

"No need. After all, it's better to settle the bill at the end," Li Zihan shook his head, not reaching for the easily obtainable Noble Phantasm.

Archer stared at Li Zihan's face, his gaze from his crimson eyes like that of an ancient dragon or serpent. After a moment, a pleased smile appeared on his face. "Mongrel, you are far more greedy than I imagined. Since you desire even greater treasures, you must bear greater challenges. Then, this King poses a second question."

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The beginning is a brutal setup, almost unbearable to read.

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I'm very willing to make changes.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The End

The golden king stood opposite everyone. Though they were all on the same level ground, he gave the impression that he was looking down on them, even looking down on all of sentient existence.

This guy was just like a god. No, this guy was viewing the world from a god's perspective.

Was it mere arrogance? Or was it his nature? Li Zihan lowered his head in thought. Perhaps this Archer was simply a short-lived god on humanity's side.

The people beside him remained silent, holding their breath as they awaited Archer's question. It turned out that even just overhearing could yield a lot of valuable information. Just moments ago, Berserker's identity had been revealed in their conversation, presenting an opportunity for those who had been suffocated by Berserker to turn the tables.

Heracles was strong, but not without weaknesses. He died from the poison of the Hydra, thus his resistance to toxins was poor. The preparations to defeat Berserker were already being put on the agenda by the various Masters.

"What did you come here for? Or rather, what do you wish to do with the Holy Grail?" Archer's question was as malicious as ever. As long as Li Zihan answered, everyone else would know the answer.

"This question is a bit complex. If I obtain the Holy Grail, there are too many things I could do," Li Zihan pinched his brow. "Firstly, if the Holy Grail is not corrupted, sacrificing the souls of six Heroic Spirits can turn the Holy Grail into a wish-granting machine to a certain extent. Sacrificing seven Heroic Spirits would allow one to travel to the Root through the Holy Grail's aperture. There's a chance to obtain the Third Magic, the materialization of souls."

Tokiomi Tohsaka clenched his fists, his free hand forming a tight ball, his fingernails digging deeply into his palm.

Damn it! Why did he have to reveal such information?! Now, after knowing this, Gilgamesh would surely become wary of him, making it difficult to succeed in using a Command Spell to make him commit suicide!

Doesn't he want to sacrifice seven Servants to reach the Root?

Reaching the Root is the ultimate aspiration of a Mage. Berserker's Master would certainly not let go of this method. Thinking of it this way, the answer became clear.