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Bang bang bang bang bang!

The scene before them was exactly like Hulk furiously smashing some Gatanothor.

The same Berserker, the same mage who used runes.

Except this time, the giant had turned black.

And the other one had gotten dumber.

"Stop it! I'm the mighty Cú Chulainn, great Celtic hero! How dare you treat me like this?!" Cú Chulainn roared at Brother B.

Brother B merely froze for a few seconds before resuming the beating.

Mo Wang was growing happier and happier as he watched the scene unfold.

Was this the legendary recreation of an iconic scene?

He just wondered whether Doggy's psychological trauma would become even worse after this battle.

Whatever. At worst, he could have him chat with Dr. Roman afterward. They were all used to it anyway.

PS: While writing this, I suddenly realized something... Did I forget to write someone?

Probably not, maybe... If I forgot, then they probably weren't important.

A certain white Primate Killer: ...

Since I'm a triple-update beast, there's still another chapter...

No White-Haired Loli, No Respect for Brother B!

Don't let Doggy's miserable beating by Brother B fool you. His injuries actually weren't that severe.

After all, Mo Wang's Reinforcement Magic had him covered, so there was no danger to his life.

He looked miserable, and he really was miserable, but Mo Wang was having a good time watching him.

Still, while Mo Wang heartlessly watched Cú Chulainn get beaten up, Mashu hadn't forgotten about him.

She grabbed her shield and rammed Brother B away, rescuing the completely dazed Cú Chulainn from his grasp.

After being rescued, Cú Chulainn's pupils were unfocused and his face pale.

His expression had the same air as a little girl who had just been QB'd by a creepy uncle.

He was completely out of it.

"Hey, Doggy, are you okay?"

Mo Wang patted Doggy's face. Cú Chulainn trembled as he looked up at him.

Two streams of tears even rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

His gaze seemed to say: Why did you only come save me now?

"Don't look at me like that. You're making me feel pretty embarrassed."

Mo Wang glanced at Cú Chulainn and felt rather guilty seeing him in that state.

So... Mo Wang simply covered his eyes with his hand.

Yep, now he couldn't see anything.

May Heaven have no Brother B.

"Senpai, what exactly is going on with that Servant? Why were Mr. Cú Chulainn's attacks completely useless against him?"

Mashu asked urgently.

Watching Cú Chulainn get brutally beaten had dealt Mashu a huge mental blow, instantly crushing her inflated confidence.

"Oh, nothing surprising. That guy over there is the legendary Heracles. Ever heard of Twelve Trials? You have to kill him twelve times, and every time you kill him, he gets stronger. Like a Saiyan."

"Heracles?! The strongest hero of Greece?" Roman, who had been lurking silently for a while, suddenly jumped in upon hearing Mo Wang's words.

"No wonder Cú Chulainn got beaten so badly. No, sorry, I think I said something wrong. I didn't mean you were inferior to Heracles..." Roman suddenly realized what he had said and quickly covered his mouth.

Cú Chulainn: ...Silence is tonight's Cambridge.

"Sigh, how should I put this? Even though Brother B has become a Shadow Servant, Twelve Trials is a permanent passive. You clearly saw Black Saber constantly unleashing Noble Phantasms on him, so why did you stubbornly rush in anyway?"

Mo Wang sighed again. As expected of a fierce hound, he was certainly brave enough.

Cú Chulainn: Please stop talking. Can you at least spare me some dignity? This kid already wants to die.

Still, speaking of Twelve Trials, there was something interesting worth mentioning.

In the old "Fate," Twelve Victories was a conceptual Noble Phantasm that meant "he absolutely would not lose until the eleventh battle." Since there were only six other Servants in the Holy Grail War besides himself, he could absolutely win the Holy Grail War in a proper fight.

However, Gilgamesh, as Archer in the old "Fate," broke it. At the time, Gilgamesh possessed a Noble Phantasm with the effect of "absolutely survive," using it to offset Berserker's "Twelve Trials." Because "absolutely never lose" conflicted with "absolutely survive," Berserker did not lose, but ultimately died.

Later, in "Fate/stay night," because "that's too ridiculous, let's cancel it" according to Nasu Kinoko, its effect was changed to "revive eleven times," though it was still absurdly powerful.

But interestingly, whether in old Fate or new Fate, Brother B was destined to encounter Gilgamesh.

They were fated enemies.

"If that really is Greece's strongest hero, Mo Wang, we might be in trouble."

The doctor spoke anxiously to Mo Wang.

"Heracles still has eleven lives left. What should we do?"

"What do you mean, what should we do? Just kill him."

Mo Wang stretched his limbs.

"To be honest, ever since coming here, I haven't encountered any proper opponents. It's about time I got some real exercise."

"Roar!"

Brother B let out a deafening roar, his voice rolling through the air like thunder and shaking everything around him. Then, like a moving mountain, he charged at Mo Wang. His black muscles gleamed coldly beneath the moonlight, giving off an unstoppable sense of oppression.

Mo Wang stared intently at that massive body.

Then he casually raised his right hand. His palm grew faintly warm as immense magical energy rapidly gathered within him, like a compressed sun.

The instant Brother B drew close, he threw a powerful punch. The wind from his fist howled, carrying invisible force.

The punch struck Brother B like a heavy hammer, instantly triggering violent tremors. Brother B was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through several high-rises. Walls shattered behind him, dust and debris soared into the air, and the atmosphere seemed filled with an astonishing sense of power.

The sight left everyone watching utterly dumbfounded.

"What was that? One punch, and he sent Heracles flying..."

Roman's mouth hung open in shock.

Heracles's Strength was nearly at the highest rank, A!

Yet Mo Wang had sent him flying with a single punch.

Even if he was a Shadow Servant, wasn't that way too outrageous?!

"I knew it! This guy is a dragon wearing human skin! No, he's even more ridiculous than a dragon!" Cú Chulainn, who had managed to sit up, looked utterly miserable.

His Master was this strong, so what use was he as a Servant?

"Honestly, Brother B, why were you in such a hurry? You gave me a scare."

Mo Wang casually watched Heracles being sent flying, without a trace of fear on his face.

"Come to think of it, you were already pretty dark. Now you've really turned into Uncle Black. Too bad there's no white-haired loli around this time."

"Roar!" Brother B roared again from where he had been thrown. Although Mo Wang's punch had twisted his head out of shape, his tenacious vitality had kept him alive.

"That's right, just like this! Only then can I show you the Finality of that world."

As Mo Wang's words fell, a large number of weapons were rapidly projected around him.

At that moment, his fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

The mindless Heracles knew no fear. His roar tore through the air like thunder again, and he charged wildly toward Mo Wang. Yet Mo Wang's presence underwent a subtle change.

Unlike his earlier Berserker-like aura, he now seemed to turn into a dark current. Everything around him appeared dim beneath his presence, as though time itself had stopped. Amid the stillness, Mo Wang's existence became ever deeper, as if he had swallowed all the surrounding noise and chaos.

Slash! Slash slash slash! A rapid flurry of blades flashed through the air as Mo Wang's weapons swept across it, gleaming with cold light. The slashes fell like fine rain, making the surrounding air tremble. In that instant, Heracles's figure became blurred and indistinct.

When the light gradually faded, Heracles stood motionless where he was, as if nothing had happened.

His expression remained frozen in anger, but he no longer had the strength to make any sound. Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them, seemingly unable to understand what had just happened.

"In the end, Brother B without a white-haired loli is still too weak." Mo Wang calmly withdrew his weapons, turned around, and spoke indifferently. His words passed by like a gentle breeze.

Then Heracles's figure gradually dispersed, turning into a mass of nothingness, as though he had never existed.

Now revealing Savior of a Certain Rationality's Servant status panel. Self-designed.

Name: Mo Wang (Savior of a Certain Rationality)

Alignment: Chaos (Evil)

Parameters: Strength A+ / Endurance EX / Agility B / Mana A++ / Luck E / Noble Phantasm EX

Personal Skills

Stellar Core Furnace (EX)

A mysterious item linked to an unknown Aeon. It can store limitless amounts of magical energy and continuously emit high-dimensional radiation. However, excessive use may lead to fission.

Demon King's Body (A++)

The highest-grade body possessed by the Demon King of a certain world. Immune to mental interference skills, severed limbs regenerate in only three seconds, and the skin naturally possesses an "Anti-Magic Field" that nullifies magecraft below Rank A.

All Kinds of Martial Arts (B++)

A skill obtained after learning all manner of powerful combat techniques. Even barehanded, it can unleash astonishing power.

Wave Motion (C)

A special power from a certain world. When strengthened to its limit, it can instantly destroy an entire planet.

Noble Phantasm

Gaze from the Void (EX)

Its effects are currently unknown. All that is known is that activating this Noble Phantasm draws the gaze of a higher-dimensional existence. This unknown god will bring the world its final Finality and Nihility.

PS: Just a random template. If you don't like it, just read it for fun. (giving up.jpg)

Riddle-Speakers, Get Out of Fuyuki!

After seeing Mo Wang deal with Brother B, everyone's initial shock had turned into numbness.

How should they put it?

Getting startled at the beginning was one thing.

But after reaching this point, everyone had gotten used to it.

After all, this was Mo Wang. Was there anything he couldn't do?

In everyone's minds, Mo Wang had long since become synonymous with a monster.

Earlier, just a casual cast of Reinforcement Magic had allowed Mashu and Cú Chulainn to slaughter two Shadow Servants.

Now that he had personally stepped in and killed Heracles in one go, it was only reasonable... My ass it was!

"Mo Wang, explain yourself honestly. What exactly are you?"

Even Olga Marie, no matter how scatterbrained she was, could tell that something was wrong now.

Previously, Mo Wang could laugh it off and muddle through, but with such an enormous display this time, she wanted to see how he would explain himself.

"What do you mean, what am I? Director, I've been wronged! I'm really just an ordinary Chaldea employee, the kind who slacks off and waits to coast through life!"

"You mean an ordinary Chaldea employee like you can casually kill top-tier Servants after arriving at a Singularity?" Olga Marie glared at Mo Wang. "Are you insulting my intelligence?"

"Director, what I mean is, don't you already know who I am? After all, you were the one who 'picked me up' and brought me back in the first place. You know how much of a beginner I was at magecraft, right? I only knew two spells in total, and you even called me useless back then."

"That's exactly why this is so absurd!" Olga Marie truly could not understand it. Back then, she had merely picked someone up and brought him back to Chaldea. How had he turned into this kind of monster after only a few months?

Thinking back to when Mo Wang had been learning magecraft, Olga Marie could still feel the chest pain from how angry he had made her.

But the Mo Wang from back then and his current strength were as far apart as Heaven and earth.

"Did you hide your strength?" Olga Marie eyed Mo Wang suspiciously.