My Chat Group Is Really Too Strange

"Why are you shouting so loudly?!"

Mo Wang rubbed his eyes, his face still carrying an indescribable fatigue.

"Isn't it still nighttime? Mashu, why did you wake me up so early? What exactly is going on?"

Mo Wang looked at the sky and complained to Mashu with great dissatisfaction.

"Senior Mo Wang, are you sure it's nighttime where we are right now?" Mashu looked at him, caught between laughter and tears. How could he still not understand the situation at a time like this?

"Oh? Let me see." Mo Wang turned his head, glanced once more at the city beside them that was blazing with fire, then looked at Mashu. "So, Mashu, when did we come to Los Angeles?"

"What does Los Angeles have to do with anything?" Mashu stared blankly at him. How did this burning city resemble Los Angeles in any way?

"Not Los Angeles?" Mo Wang looked around again. "Don't tell me this is Canada?"

"Senior, why are the things you're saying becoming harder and harder to understand?"

Mashu really could not hold herself together anymore.

"This is Fuyuki City in Japan, Senior. Don't tell me you've forgotten everything?"

"Oh! So this is Fuyuki! No wonder it looked so familiar."

Mo Wang slapped his forehead and finally remembered what was going on.

It turned out that Chaldea had finally begun preparations to observe the first Singularity that morning.

For that reason, everyone involved had joined the operation.

However, Mo Wang had been hopelessly engrossed in the study materials Caesar Mo Wang had given him the night before. As a result, not only had he been late for the mission that morning, he had even fallen asleep halfway through it.

When he woke up, he had already arrived in this rather strange-looking Fuyuki City.

"So the main story has started? I thought there'd still be some time."

As Mo Wang fully woke up, his intelligence returned to big-shot levels and once again seized the high ground.

Mo Wang carefully inspected the surrounding buildings.

Yep, it was still that familiar feeling.

It could not have been more familiar.

The prosperous city now looked like ruins at the end of the world. Collapsed skyscrapers were everywhere, wrecked vehicles lay scattered about, and even the cement roads had split apart. A long road sign had fallen across the middle of the street not far away.

Other than that, there were only a few skeleton soldiers holding rusty iron blades. Their bones clattered as they approached from the distance. They did not look like they were coming to hold a welcome party for these outsiders.

The sight reminded Mo Wang of the days when he had farmed Dragon Tooth Soldiers for Servant ascension materials for more than a week straight.

"Phew... Senior, you're finally fully awake." Seeing that Mo Wang had finally woken up, Mashu could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

When she had first arrived in this city, Mashu had actually panicked too.

Although Mashu possessed the power of a Servant, she could barely use any of it without a Master.

Fortunately, not long after arriving, Mashu had spotted Mo Wang lying on the ground, sound asleep.

Mo Wang's grades among Chaldea's many trainee Masters were not among the best. In fact, they were even near the bottom.

And everyone in Chaldea knew exactly how unreliable the Mo Wang before her was.

But Mashu had no better option now.

All Mashu could hope was that Mo Wang would properly fulfill his role as a Master from here on out and bring everyone safely back to Chaldea...

But Mashu's hopes were destined to go unanswered.

"Hey, Mashu, where did you find that outfit? I didn't expect you to be into cosplay."

Mo Wang examined Mashu before him. The girl, appearing in a Pseudo-Servant fusion state, held a cross-shaped rice... shield much larger than herself. Her body was wrapped in armor constructed from magical energy... except for her shapely thighs and shoulders.

That **-maxed outfit made Mo Wang want to criticize it fiercely.

"I'm telling you, Mashu, even though your outfit looks great, I still have to say it really isn't suitable for a place like this, is it? Look at that waist, those thighs... tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Senior, this is my Servant outfit! It's not some cosplay costume!" Mashu snapped angrily.

"Hey, don't get mad. I was just joking." Mo Wang waved his hand at the irritated Mashu.

Just as Mashu was about to say something else, an unpleasant sound of bones scraping against each other rang out beside them. "Clack clack!"

Two skeleton soldiers holding weapons came running toward them, red light glowing in their eyes.

"Senior! This is bad! Enemies! Get behind me!"

The moment Mashu saw the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, she pushed Mo Wang behind her and stared gravely at the enemies before them.

To be honest, the junior was extremely nervous when she saw the enemies.

Though she had undergone plenty of training in Chaldea, actually facing enemies like these still made her somewhat inexperienced.

The two Dragon Tooth Soldiers raised their weapons and slashed at Mashu.

Mashu quickly lifted her massive shield and blocked the attacks.

After a brief struggle, Mashu finally seized an opening in the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' movements and smashed them into pieces with her enormous shield.

It could only be said that low levels were like this. Just two Dragon Tooth Soldiers had taken so long to deal with.

Watching from behind, Mo Wang was already getting sleepy.

"Phew..."

Before Mashu could even relax, more Dragon Tooth Soldiers began surrounding them, apparently drawn over by the commotion she had caused.

"Senior! This is bad! There are too many enemies!"

Mashu shielded Mo Wang behind her, her expression more serious than ever.

"Senior, protect yourself in a moment. I might not be able to deal with so many enemies."

Mashu spoke to Mo Wang solemnly.

But what Mashu had not expected was that Mo Wang had no intention of listening to her at all.

"Junior Mashu, don't panic! They're just a bunch of fodder. I'll deal with them!"

"Senior?!"

Under Mashu's terrified gaze, Mo Wang grabbed a greatsword that had appeared from nowhere and charged directly into the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' ranks.

Slash slash slash!

Mashu: (°ー°〃)

Mashu stared blankly as Mo Wang cut down the surrounding skeleton soldiers as though mowing grass in a musou game.

Then she looked at the shield in her own hands.

Wait, who exactly was the Master here, and who was the Servant?

PY: "Starsea Game Doctor Is a Kamen Rider"

Synopsis: You were told to make games, and you made "Getting Over It," "Five Nights at Freddy's," and "The Witch's House" to torment players?

You were told to treat patients, and you used therapy to crank up their mental stress?

You were told to defeat illness, and you made a Rider Belt to physically eliminate diseases?

You built your smile upon the pain of others. How are you this capable?

Just keep making them. Who could possibly outdo you?

Following you, this is all my life will ever be. —Kurosawa Anku

Masters Being Stronger Than Servants Is Just Tradition

Only about five minutes had passed.

The result was that the Dragon Tooth Soldiers surrounding the two of them had been completely dismantled by Mo Wang.

Judging by the size of those bone fragments, even the neighbor's dog Wangcai would not spare them a glance.

Mashu looked at the shield in her hands, then at Mo Wang, who was now yawning boredly. Her entire body went stiff with shock.

"How uncreative. Why make Dragon Tooth Soldiers? Wouldn't a bunch of skeleton girls or zombie girls be better? You made them so troublesome to dismantle."

Having dealt with the enemies, Mo Wang somehow pulled out a lollipop and began chewing on it while continuing his sharp critique.

In his eyes, this pile of bone scraps was entirely the product of Caster's complete inability to understand otaku hearts. They were nothing but a waste of magical energy and emotion.

In the setting, Dragon Tooth Soldiers were products of "dragon teeth plus magecraft," but their combat performance was basically Greek mythology's version of cheap Yiwu merchandise—Emiya Shirou could go on a rampage with a steel pipe, while Rin's jewel magecraft could be used as weed killer. Their defense was roughly equivalent to bestselling Taobao Halloween skeleton props. Even the unawakened Emiya Hero could tear apart a dozen with his bare hands. They should really be renamed "Dragon Tooth Potted Plants."

The intelligence of Dragon Tooth Soldiers was even more comparable to artificial stupidity, making them trash worse than robot vacuums.

Their tactical wisdom remained at the primitive stage of "Ura charge," perfectly recreating the level of background actors in ancient Greek tokusatsu. They would line up to trip over a wire and collectively get stuck on terrain when they saw obstacles. Their intelligence was so impressive that even the zombies from Left 4 Dead would call them experts. Caster should install Gaode Maps the next time she upgraded the system.

Even their one praiseworthy trait, human-wave tactics, was utter garbage. They seemed capable of infinite multiplication, but in truth they followed the terrible-movie rule of "if quality isn't enough, make up for it with numbers; if numbers aren't enough, let the script save you." Golden Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon was a Gatling gun harvesting wheat, while Red A's Unlimited Blade Works was a 3D printer crushing a handicraft workshop. Their most tragic record was being soloed by a schoolteacher with a blackboard eraser. They should apply for the Guinness record for "Most Pitiful Summoned Creature."

At the end of the day, Dragon Tooth Soldiers were essentially experience packs Caster gave to the protagonist party. Their function was the same as training dummies in fighting games or newbie-village slimes in RPGs. They proved with blood and tears that on a Type-Moon set, without social security and the five insurances and housing fund, fodder enemies could not even serve as background extras without getting their drumsticks deducted. They should stage a collective uprising and join Overlord's Great Tomb. At least the skeletons there could slack off on paid time!

As Mo Wang saw it, since Caster was so obsessed with Saber, she should have just given the Dragon Tooth Soldiers Saber skins from the start. She could learn from the legendary hard-to-kill king Belial and make a whole set of Saber skins. Maybe one day Nasu would turn them into legendary Heroic Spirits.

"Senior Mo Wang, speaking of which, I'm supposed to be the Servant, and you're supposed to be the Master, right?"

Mashu finally could not take it anymore. She walked up to Mo Wang and asked him.

"Huh? Could it be that I'm actually the Servant? Mashu, you're the Master? That can't be right."

Mo Wang looked at his body, then at the Stigmata on his hand. There should not have been any mistake, right?

"Senior!" Mashu glared at Mo Wang angrily, her eyes even beginning to redden.

"Fine, fine, you're the Servant and I'm the Master. Happy now? What's the problem?"

"The problem is huge!" Mashu said angrily. "What kind of Master runs past their Servant and goes into battle themselves?"

"That's where you're wrong, Mashu." Mo Wang spoke with a serious expression. "Who gave you the right to define Masters as weaker than Servants? Let me tell you, a Master should be stronger than their Servant. That's what a Master is!"

"A Master who can't beat a Servant barehanded is third-rate. A truly first-rate Master can kill even a Grand Heroic Spirit, you hear me?!"

"That makes no sense! What kind of Master is stronger than a Servant?!" Mashu did not believe a single word Mo Wang said.

This Senior was way too unreliable!

"Relax, Mashu. Calm down. Want some strawberry cake?" Mo Wang somehow pulled out a slice of strawberry cake and held it out to Mashu.

"Where did that strawberry cake even come from? And why does it look so familiar?" Mashu looked suspiciously at the strawberry cake in Mo Wang's hand. She felt like she had seen it in the infirmary refrigerator before...

"Ah, we finally got through! Hello, hello, this is Chaldea's control room. Can you hear us?!"

A blue light screen appeared before Mo Wang and Mashu.

Then the two of them saw Dr. Roman's relieved expression.

"Huh? Mashu and Mo Wang? Why are there only the two of you?"

"And why is Mashu wearing such strange clothes? Mo Wang, have you finally revealed your true nature and started making moves on Mashu?" When Dr. Roman saw Mashu in her armor, he immediately looked at Mo Wang as though he were human trash.

"Hey! Doctor, watch it. Do you believe I'll sue you for slander?"

"If you didn't let your beastly urges take over, why would Mashu be wearing such strange clothes?"

"What the hell! It's not my fault Mashu is wearing that ** outfit! Don't you even look at the situation?!"

"Oh, so you're saying Mashu dressed herself like that? I don't remember raising Mashu to be that kind of child?!"

Mashu, standing to the side and listening to the two argue, had already turned bright red.

For some reason, her right hand seemed to be calling to her, telling her to beat these two to death.

Her fists had already hardened!

"Ahem, ahem! Doctor, Mashu is like this because, from what I heard, she accepted the Saint Graph of some Heroic Spirit from Chaldea and became some kind of Demi-Servant. It has nothing to do with me."

Seemingly sensing the terrifying aura coming from Mashu beside him, Mo Wang hurriedly explained to the doctor.

"A Demi-Servant?" Roman stared at Mashu in astonishment. "Ah, it's true! This is unbelievable! The fusion of a Heroic Spirit and a human... a Demi-Servant. This is Chaldea's sixth experiment."

Roman seemed to think of something else, and his expression became somewhat complicated as he asked Mashu, "By the way, Mashu. Is that Servant still conscious?"

"No. After entrusting his combat abilities to me, he disappeared." Mashu answered somewhat awkwardly.

"So, Doctor, what do we do now? Stay here and wait for support?"

Although he knew what had happened, Mo Wang still played dumb as he asked Roman.

"Well... Chaldea probably can't provide support under the current circumstances. If you want to establish a stable connection, you can only head to the Ley Lines."