All Lord El-Melloi II needed to do was self-draw Thirteen Orphans. Naturally, the difficulty of Thirteen Orphans was immense, but as long as they played enough rounds, it wasn't as though he had no chance.
First round, Shirou won.
Second round, Shirou won.
Third round, Shirou won again!
But the wins hadn't been big, so there was still a chance.
In the fourth round, Lord El-Melloi II flipped over his tiles, and in an instant, the blood rushed to his head.
East, South, West, North, Center, White, Green; the 1 and 9 of Dots, the 1 and 9 of Characters. The only flaw was that he had no 1 or 9 of Bamboo—not a single one.
He gave Artoria and Da Vinci a look, and they immediately understood.
They would do everything they could to help Lord El-Melloi II draw tiles!
After being hounded and blocked in the previous rounds, Shirou hadn't gotten a single tile. They were targeting him with everything they had.
Over these rounds, Lord El-Melloi II had successfully obtained the final pair he needed: the 1 and 9 of Bamboo!
He had all thirteen winning tiles. As long as he drew one more copy of any of those thirteen tiles, victory was possible.
Reaching this point had depended entirely on Da Vinci, Artoria, and the efforts of countless others.
He wasn't fighting alone. He wasn't alone!
Da Vinci made another pung, creating an opportunity for one more tile.
Waver stared resolutely at the tiles, ready to pull off a pung from above and a self-draw from below.
Lord El-Melloi II took a deep breath.
Comrades at the mahjong table, audience members present, hear me! The last twilight has already faded, mahjong is burning brightly, gunpowder has been exhausted, and only we remain in the galaxy! Even