A Person in Type-Moon, Now Lost Contact

"I, what have I done, ahhhhhhhh!!!" the handsome man screamed, banging his head against the ground in a frenzy, though it was futile.

His hysterical wails, following the most shocking despair and contrast, felt like an unconscious throbbing in his throat, a release for the pain of his head about to explode.

The initial beautiful wishes, contrasted with the great evil committed after deviating from his true path, brought immense pain. Everything he did, except to stain himself with evil and fall into depravity, yielded nothing.

Was there anything more despair-inducing than this?

Li Zihan didn't know, but when he saw Matou Zouken, no, Zouken Matou's expression of utter despair, he understood that this was indeed a terrifying thing.

Must learn from this. Li Zihan noted Zouken Matou's miserable state.

"Senior Zouken Matou," the young man crouched down and said earnestly to the wailing man, "Do you wish to die?"

Zouken Matou didn't speak. He truly no longer wished to live. Repeatedly extending his lifespan had only brought him despair and corruption.

"Have you thought about the future?" Li Zihan tugged at Zouken Matou's hair, forcing him to lift his head. This man, who had once dominated Northern Europe, now couldn't even meet anyone's eyes. "First, the Holy Grail you personally constructed is not an omnipotent wish-granting machine. Second, it has been contaminated, accumulating human evil within it. If it were to leak out, it would plunge this city into despair."

"For committing such a sin, wanting to die would be too easy for you." Li Zihan's pupils reflected a man in a pathetic state, avoiding reality. Zouken Matou looked blankly at the unfamiliar reflection, speechless.

"The appearance of the Holy Grail is your mistake. It has never helped anyone fulfill their dreams; it only gives people hope, only to snatch it away with despair. Shouldn't you end this sin with your own hands?"

"The origin of all sorrowful wishes," Zouken Matou murmured, his eyes gradually regaining their light. "I will end this meaningless cycle."

"On this matter, we are still allies," the young man said softly to Zouken Matou, whose spirit was gradually returning. "After all, I intend to consume the Holy Grail directly as a source of Magic Power. Isn't the essence of the Holy Grail just a highly pure Magic Power crystal? Once that Magic Power is consumed, the remnants of the Third Magic will lose their anchor and become invalid, won't they?"

"Please live on, to resolve the sorrowful wishes brought by the Holy Grail."

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Chapter Thirty: Waver's Resolve

"Rider, are we just leaving like this?" Waver asked Rider, sitting on the chariot, his face still showing some unease.

They had left without waiting for Li Zihan to announce the end of the banquet, only managing a hasty farewell.

"Yes, after all, this is no longer a child's game," Rider replied, gripping the reins and turning to explain to Waver. "Although it's a bit impolite, we don't have much time."

The ancient power from Uruk bared its fangs, a man far more powerful than Darius III. Archer, armed with tens of thousands of Noble Phantasms, was an Oddity without flaws. But the Berserker, with twelve lives and the ability to unleash anti-army level Noble Phantasm attacks, possessed astonishingly high stats, making him a nightmare enemy for opponents. He was also a Master with Future Sight, who understood the Holy Grail's information.

This would be an extremely perilous battle. Compared to the future campaigns, the dangers of his past life were insignificant.

This is truly unsettling. Iskandar mused. Engaging in combat personally was far more dangerous than commanding from the rear.

However, he was long accustomed to such things. The smell of blood on the battlefield only fueled his fighting spirit.

His blood was boiling, like the sound of waves. Rider closed his eyes, listening to the voice of Oceanos.

Perhaps I'll never have the chance to chase the endless sea again. Rider chuckled at the thought.

The final battle was approaching.

This required no intuition or Future Sight. For Archer, who was the enemy that most needed to be eliminated?