All right, then let's go buy plane tickets

After changing his appearance.

Fang Mo took a step forward and slowly walked toward the two-story house.

Because he had just stopped time, the entire street was frozen. Even a trail of black smoke above the house hung motionless in the air, making it easy for Fang Mo to lock onto his target.

Before long, Fang Mo arrived in the yard surrounding the house. With a thought, he flew into the air. Looking down from above, he immediately spotted a large smoking hole. Inside, a man in red sat cross-legged atop the rubble, seemingly waiting for someone.

Fang Mo observed him for a moment.

He found that the man had an air of weathered age about him, with short white hair.

The man was not actually very old, yet he gave off an exceedingly strange impression, as though he had lived through countless things. Deep exhaustion hid within his sword-sharp eyes.

"...Red A?"

At the sight of this.

Fang Mo became even more certain of his guess.

This was clearly the Fifth Holy Grail War. The good news was that he was at least somewhat familiar with this part of the story.

Of course, there was bad news too. The Fifth Holy Grail War seemed to have quite a few different story routes... Fang Mo was not a diehard fan, so he did not know every route inside and out.

But this was clearly not the time to think about that.

Without hesitation.

Fang Mo slowly floated down through the hole in the roof. Then, with a single raised hand, a pitch-black square rift suddenly opened behind the man.

"And time begins to flow."

"Hm?"

The instant time stop was released, the man in red noticed Fang Mo before him. From his perspective, Fang Mo had appeared out of thin