(PS: Sorry. The reason there's only been one update these past two days is because I haven't been at my rented place—I went to Black Mountain Head in Inner Mongolia, near Russia. I'm really sorry.)
Wu Pifu naturally knew nothing about this world. Even the basic information had been fed to him by the two parts of the scattered Heavenly Dao.
At any rate, there was nothing else to it. All he had to do was keep this young Master named Albert Beta alive, then kill the other six(?) Masters—or kill them along with their summoned beasts, the Servants. Great, the fighting tournament would be over, and he could take the transcendent path and leave.
How simple was that, right?
Although Wu Pifu had been very unwilling to be "rented out," now that he had this Pokémon system, he was completely sold on it. So he could put up with the long-winded babbling of these dozen or so robed people.
"...In short, you're a rebel mage organization called Silence, formed to oppose the Clock Tower, this world's mage organization. Is that right?"
Wu Pifu listened carefully to what the mages had said, then nodded seriously. Under the expectant gazes of the dozen robed figures, he flashed a bright smile. "Fine. Bring me a map. Where are the enemies? It'd be best if they have a headquarters. Tell me, should I wipe them all out? Do you need me to bring back any proof? Heads? Ears? Fingers, maybe?"
The mages, who had been full of anticipation, all failed to keep their expressions under control. Albert, the Master, immediately shouted, "No, Caster, did you understand anything we just said? Because of this Holy Grail War incident, the Clock Tower's two tower masters—the Second Magician and the Third Magician—have both returned to take