Master of the Marvel Universe

That hotel and racing competition, which had served as a plot point, passed without anything noteworthy once the protagonist was no longer involved.

In other words, Shen He had no idea what would happen next.

"You've been looking in the mirror for twenty minutes already. Aren't you going to start?" Saiki Kusuo finally couldn't help complaining from the side.

Knowing that today was card-drawing day, he had not hurried home after clearing the dungeon. Instead, he stayed to see what would be drawn.

"What do you know?" Shen He carefully straightened his clothes. "'Whenever one seeks possession, one must be sincere and reverent, cleanse oneself in unity, burn incense and pray, and thus move the gods.' That has always been my rule for drawing cards. That stuff about mysticism not changing bad luck is all fake."

At the end of the day, the system's summoning rates were strange to begin with. The chance of getting a Servant seemed very low.

Still, that was only natural. There was no Noble Phantasm system, so it was impossible to draw duplicate Servants. If the odds were high too, wouldn't he soon be able to form an army of Servants?

"Whew—"

Shen He let out a long breath, then slowly closed his eyes.

Now!

A guaranteed pull in ten draws!

The summoning interface before him slowly began to move. High-tier card draws summoned very slowly.

But when Shen He saw that the first rotating magic circle was not glowing with a golden aura, his heart sank halfway.

However—

Ding. Congratulations, you have successfully summoned a three-star Servant: ????

A Servant on the first draw?

Shen He's disappointed expression instantly turned to delight.

Even a three-star Servant was fine. Whether they were strong or not depended entirely on how much fodder he fed them.

But he did not even know the name. How was he supposed to get the other party to agree to the summoning?

Just as Shen He was at a loss, he vaguely noticed a sack appear before him.

Looking again at the interface, it already showed that the Servant had agreed to be summoned.

"S-Saiki..." Shen He swallowed.

He noticed the sack wriggling. Although Servants could not harm their Master, and he still had a chance to use Absolute Command—

Still, perhaps because he was too nervous, he found himself getting a little cowardly.

Saiki Kusuo nodded and reached out. His telekinesis untied the sack's rope, and the instant it was opened, a girl's face appeared before them...

She was wrapped in something like rags made of cheap leather and animal fur. An iron collar was locked tightly around her neck like that of a condemned prisoner, and an indescribable stench spread through the room—a mixture of filthy blood, rainwater, mud, and other smells.

Filthy, tiny, like a slave wandering in flight.

But when Shen He's gaze fell upon the girl's face, he could not help holding his breath.

...She was breathtakingly beautiful.

No words could describe her. Even dust and mud could not conceal the radiance spilling from her messy golden hair. Though her face was covered in bruises of varying sizes and even scratch marks, they did nothing to diminish the stunning beauty of her angelic features. What truly shocked Shen He were the sky-blue eyes that flickered into view beneath her tangled hair.