Arriving in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

Except when communicating with other Mages, the best way to persuade sociopathic neurotics is with your fists.

Fortunately, Li Zihan wasn't a theoretical Mage like Kaineth; he was a genuine, practical Mage of the True Colors. Dealing with Saber, whose power had greatly diminished after unleashing her Noble Phantasm, was no problem for him.

With his Bounded Field and the ability to use "Tiger! Blazing Inferno!" he possessed greater mobility than even top-tier Heroic Spirits. The Codex of the Great Holy Grail allowed him to summon Sea Monsters endlessly as cannon fodder to restrict enemies, and Gungnir was a divine spear with guaranteed hits. Li Zihan didn't believe Saber's body was tougher than Gram.

As for the alliance with Kiritsugu Emiya? Heh. If Kiritsugu Emiya believed Li Zihan, he must have had his brain beaten out by Berserker. Similarly, Li Zihan didn't believe those poorly written Magecraft Contracts would make Kiritsugu Emiya obedient.

If he truly acted according to the plan agreed upon with Kiritsugu Emiya, he'd likely be facing the Rocket Launcher of Justice and the Vulcan Cannon of Love right after dealing with Gilgamesh.

The next thing to do was send Lancer back to the Hall of Heroes. Li Zihan clapped his hands, and a giant black god materialized behind him. Unlike before, he was now clad in a particularly rough-looking Lion's Pelt, standing expressionlessly behind Li Zihan like a bipedal Mighty Lion.

"Are you happy?" Li Zihan turned his head and asked Alcaeus with great interest. "I heard revenge is the strongest wine. What are your thoughts on that?"

Alcaeus didn't answer the nonsensical question. He gazed into the distance. "Today, are we going to kill Lancer or Rider?"

"Lancer," Li Zihan scratched his cheek. "I didn't expect you to see through that."

"After all, the two of them are outside the plan to kill Archer," Alcaeus said calmly. "Keeping them around only adds variables. Do you know Lancer's Master's location? If not, it will be difficult for us to deal with them in one day."

"I don't know," Li Zihan rolled his eyes. "I don't have Clairvoyance, how could I possibly know which corner he's hiding in?"

"But you have a way to find him," Alcaeus stated confidently.

"Sometimes it's not good for a Servant to be too smart; jokes are easily seen through," Li Zihan mused.

Looking at this Master, who could become incredibly infuriating at times, Alcaeus said nothing, only reminiscing about that ice-like little girl.

"The original plan was to use the surveillance in Fuyuki's streets and the Familiars stationed in various locations to pinpoint Lancer's position," Li Zihan changed the subject. "However, I've acquired a more efficient tracking device."

Brilliant light converged in Li Zihan's hand. The Divine Armament manifested in the human world.

"Gungnir!" A meteor streaked across the sky, launching a surprise attack into the distance.

ps: First update. There will be another one later.

Chapter 33: Master and Disciple Meet

It is said that to the west of the island nation lies an ancient country. The Mages in that country believe in the concept of luck.

If a person has overwhelming luck, they can practically pick up money with their eyes closed and prosper in whatever they do. The representative figure in this regard is Miss Guangwu, who just wants to farm properly.

In contrast, there are unlucky individuals who seem to be targeted by the entire world. Despite having exceptional talent, lofty ambitions, patience, and capability, nothing they do succeeds, and they never have favorable timing, location, or human support. The representative figure for this is the Transmigrator Elder Wang Mang, who was so disoriented by a meteorite strike that he couldn't tell north from south.

The two individuals above represent the two extremes of Luck EX. It's not hard to see that luck isn't distributed evenly or based on merit. Otherwise, there wouldn't be endless "European Dogs" and unending "African Tears." (Coach, I want to be a European Dog, tears.)

Although both Kirei Kotomine and Brush Brother are of legitimate European descent, they are clearly not European Emperors but rather Great Chieftains of Africa.

"African Chiefs" are probably people who have trouble find them, and the pots come to them from the sky. For example, Kaineth and Brush Brother were using Magecraft to heat instant noodles and hamburgers in an abandoned factory. Before they could even take a sip of the noodle soup, a meteor directly hit them in the face.

"Master, are you alright?" A long red spear suddenly emerged from the ruins, shattering the large stone pressing down on the top. Stones and dust flew everywhere as Lancer climbed out of the rubble, followed closely by Kaineth, who was coughing violently.

"I'm fine, Lancer," Kaineth took out seven test tubes from his pocket. The silver-white metal scattered across the ruins gathered at a visible speed. Then, it was the ultimate Noble Phantasm of the El-Melloi School, an item whose cost was an unimaginable fortune for an ordinary person's entire life, but here there were seven sets!

Looking at the factory that had already turned into ruins, Kaineth felt a lingering fear. If he hadn't brought enough Defensive Noble Phantasms and set up a Magic Circle, he would have been deleted from existence today. "Lancer, what do you think?"

To hide their tracks, Kaineth had moved his base from the best hotel in Fuyuki City to this abandoned factory where they had to boil their own hot water. He then set up numerous warning measures nearby and layered a buff on himself and Lancer. After a tiring day until nightfall, they reached dinnertime and planned to make do with some quick meals before further strengthening the workshop's power.