Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

Berserker has no consciousness and is a Servant who absolutely obeys their Master. The leakage of such information would not affect their Master-Servant relationship. However, if other Servants were to find out, a rift would inevitably form between Master and Servant, making it highly probable that the Servant would kill their Master and they would go their separate ways.

Well played, watching from the other side of the river. Well played, killing with a borrowed knife.

Tokiomi Tohsaka stared at Li Zihan, his eyes showing admiration mixed with killing intent. Li Zihan found himself baffled.

The strategist of a certain Great Tomb gave Tokiomi Tohsaka a hundred thousand likes.

Li Zihan paused, then continued, "If the Holy Grail is completely broken, then you can directly extract the Magic Power from it and use it to support my experiment to travel to another world."

"If the quality of the Magic Power is problematic, then I'll go back home and hide for a couple of days, and then summon Medea in the next Holy Grail War to purify the Holy Grail," Li Zihan shrugged. "Honestly, if many people are going to cause trouble for me and I can't focus on my experiments, I'll just summon Medea, analyze the Holy Grail's structure, and then make one myself at home."

There's an operation like that?! You're too outstanding, classmate. Please sit down and let others have a chance to show their presence.

"Hey, is this guy really one of your classmates? How come I feel like he knows more about Heroic Spirits than I do?" Rider grumbled softly to Waver. "Does your school teach this stuff?"

Rider's "soft grumble" reached Director Kaineth's ears, making his eye twitch.

Archer glanced at Tokiomi Tohsaka from the corner of his eye, his lips curling up. Perhaps this uninteresting subordinate was a bit more interesting than expected, a qualified clown. Killing him directly would be too boring.

Archer raised his hand, and the Noble Phantasm previously stuck in the ground disappeared, replaced by more glorious armament.

Li Zihan still didn't pick up the Noble Phantasm on the ground. Instead, he looked up at Archer and said, "Perhaps I have some news that might interest you. Would you like to hear it?"

"This is an interesting fellow. He has some semblance of humanity." Gilgamesh thought as he looked at Li Zihan's face. "Granted."

"This is information about the Holy Grail's side effects," Li Zihan said, pursing his lips. "The Holy Grail bestows a physical body upon the soul that comes into contact with it."

This was information not found in the intelligence databases of the Three Founding Families, so it was considered first-hand intelligence.

Rider put down the watermelon he was holding and was shocked. Obtaining a physical body was his wish, and he never expected to hear a method just by eating a melon.

It was like Tang Sanzang, with a "who dares to stop me" attitude, resolutely set off on the legendary journey to the West, fraught with evil spirits and demons.

Having decided that he would brave any danger, he reached the Five Elements Mountain. He asked a farmer for directions, and suddenly a monkey darted out from the woods, baring its teeth at him. "I know the way to India! I have a direct flight ticket to Xinxi. Do you want it? It only takes a day and a night. The ticket is three taels of silver, or a 20% discount if you buy more."

The feeling of Tang Sanzang asking for directions.

"It's somewhat interesting, but useless to this King. This King merely came down to clear out some petty thieves who coveted this King's treasure. There is no intention of staying in the human world permanently." Archer swapped the Noble Phantasms in front of Li Zihan again, his lavish display blinding Waver.

"What if you could reunite with your best friend if you stayed for a few more years?" Li Zihan smiled. "Whether as an enemy or an ally. The choice is yours and Enkidu's, not the gods'."

The playfulness, mockery, and arrogance on Archer's face gradually faded. He put away his usual carelessness and began to face the Master before him seriously.

"Speak. This King will give you compensation of equivalent value," Gilgamesh said. Golden vortices appeared in the sky, and for a moment, it was as if the sky had opened countless eyes.

Long swords, short swords, daggers, javelins, halberds, powerful bows, heavy crossbows... These were hundreds of divine weapons and sharp tools, each with a glorious legend.

How many Noble Phantasms were there? Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but ponder this question. The overlapping golden radiance dyed the entire courtyard a brilliant gold.

"Speak. If your answer is true, you may take three treasures from this King. Of course, if it's false information, all these Noble Phantasms will be dropped on your head, and not even a Berserker with twelve lives could save you," Gilgamesh said calmly.

Just as Alcaeus recounted his desire for revenge against Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh calmly stated his reward and punishment.

"Obtain a physical body when the Holy Grail manifests, and then destroy the Holy Grail," Li Zihan muttered "dog emperor" as he looked at the Noble Phantasms in the sky. "Since not much Magic Power was consumed, it will only take ten years to start a new Holy Grail War. You can summon your best friend then, and he will appear as your opponent."

"As for summoning him as an ally, that depends on another way of conducting the Holy Grail War," Li Zihan spread his hands. "If all seven participating Masters are in the same faction, then the Holy Grail will re-select seven Masters and divide them into two sides for a faction war."

"It has indeed been a long time." Gilgamesh smiled as if recalling something. It was easy to guess that it was related to Enkidu's past. "This King is very satisfied with your tribute. Speak, what do you want."