Little Devil: This Script Is Wrong!

The Nibelungen Project in this world was designed by Nicholas Flamel, the Vice Principal of Cassell College and the Night Watchman. It combined alchemical and biological techniques, using serum refined from dragon blood to awaken the dragon blood within hybrids.

Generally speaking, raising one's dragon bloodline too much was extremely dangerous. It would cause the dragon blood and human blood within a hybrid to lose balance, allowing the dragon's bloodlust and killing instinct to overwhelm human reason, eventually turning them into a mindless monster—a Death Servant.

But the breakthrough of the Nibelungen Project lay in Flamel's ability to artificially implant an Alchemical Matrix into the human body, using alchemy to suppress the dragon blood. This allowed hybrids to break through the Critical Bloodline Limit without losing their sanity. In this way, the college could artificially create "Super Hybrids" capable of rivaling High-Tier Dragons.

One could imagine the sensation this plan caused when it was first proposed.

If it could be implemented without restriction, mass-producing Super Hybrids, then the revival of the Dragon Race would no longer be a threat.

But later, the college quickly discovered that the cost of this plan was enormous. Mass production of Super Hybrids was impossible. The serum yield was limited, and the high-difficulty work of implanting the Alchemical Matrix could only be done by Flamel himself. At most, only one could be completed.

At this moment, Wa Lord and the other Divine Land hybrids were still unaware of the flaws discovered later in the Nibelungen Project. For now, the plan was still in its "sensational phase."

They only judged that if the rumors were true, the threat from the Western forces would increase significantly.

"Hmph. Ever since the Thirteen Factories opened in Guangzhou, countless precious relics from the Divine Land have flowed out," Wa Lord said, her small face darkening. "The Western Secret Society has always acted tough. If the rumors are true, their Cassell Divine Land Branch is getting more and more arrogant."

As the "Dragon Slaying Faction" and "Hawk Faction" among hybrid groups, the Secret Society had established Executive Department branches worldwide, broadly influencing the world under the banner of dragon slaying.

The age of the Dragon Race was over, but not all dragons had died. Some had cocooned themselves and slept, waiting to awaken in the future. The goal of the Secret Society's Executive Department was to kill all dragons completely.

And objectively speaking, they had indeed seized vast resources and benefits through "Dragon Slaying Globalization."

In contrast, the Hybrid Families of the Divine Land, though ancient in heritage, were conservative in their ways. They were local organizations that only concerned themselves with dragon slaying and hybrid interests within the Divine Land.

"Wa Lord speaks rightly. We should prepare early," Zhou Yuxuan agreed.

They decided to raise the priority they placed on Shirou Emiya.

"Zhou Yuxuan, you'll be responsible for meeting that kid from the East when the time comes. For now, contact those few from the Daoist Sects—the masters of the Elixir Cauldron Sect, the Talisman Sect, and the Divination Sect. Use the excuse that I've recently gained some insights and wish to discuss the Dao and meet with friends."

"Understood."

Zhou Yuxuan's figure vanished from the hall.

Wa Lord watched the cold moonlight outside the hall gradually be covered by thick, heavy clouds. Golden light flickered in her pupils, like spinning golden petals. "The wind is about to rise."

A cool breeze blew, stirring the girl's long skirt.

The skirt lifted, but no legs were visible—only a curved, scaled limb like a serpent's tail.

That same night, in a certain city in the southeastern Divine Land.

The city was divided into two parts by an invisible boundary. One part was the old city, a concentrated commercial district, also known as the CBD Area.

Mirror-like skyscrapers with excellent reflective effects stood in rows, turning into dazzling crystal spires of extravagant luxury under the night lights. People dressed in flashy clothes moved like devout worshippers of the cult of money.

On the other end of the city was the new district—a newly developed residential area on the outskirts. Everywhere were affordable, budget-friendly housing units. The roads were muddy and transportation inconvenient, but it had a thick, earthy atmosphere, a world apart from the glittering CBD Area.

A little boy in a sharp little suit and bow tie stood alone on the rooftop of one of those budget apartment buildings.

The soundproofing in these cheap houses wasn't great, or perhaps his hearing was exceptionally good. Even on the rooftop, the boy could still hear his brother Lu Mingfei, who was living with their uncle and aunt, being ordered around to do chores one floor below.

The boy's eyes were half-closed, a faint gloom on his face. His mood wasn't directed at his uncle and aunt, but at the chubby kid who had taken his name for no reason—Lu Mingfei's cousin, "Lu Mingze."

Dark clouds silently covered the moon.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes snapped wide open as he stared at the sky. Words filled with disbelief spilled from his lips:

"Huh? The script... who modified it!?"

"Such a massive worldline shift—Magus? Immortal? Holy Grail War... Chaldea...?"

What kind of chaotic future direction was this??

Shirou Emiya didn't know that many people had lost sleep, run their legs off, or even changed the future because of a few words he'd said that night.

Anyway, he slept soundly.

Waking up the next day fully refreshed, Emiya began preparing for the mission before departure.

But "preparation" wasn't really anything urgent. With the original body's cold weapon martial arts foundation, he did the same as usual for missions: brought a reinforced longsword and shortsword, a black bow, and a bundle of arrows (these reinforced weapons wouldn't be detected by metal detectors, making security checks easy, and he could even buy replacements at stores near the mission site).

He sheathed them, sorted and bundled them with rubber bands, fastened them with buckles, and packed them into a black case shaped like a cello box.

As for firearm preparation, that was usually his partner Old Tang's job.

Next came the mission.

According to the employer's request, they needed to arrive at the site the day before the mission officially started and find the contact person.

Emiya thought this was some kind of special treatment. But Old Tang had confidently said he was overthinking it—just playing games wasn't nearly enough to get Wa Lord to pull strings.

Old Tang warned that every time they encountered a large-scale ancient ruin exploration mission like this, it was always tough. Those ancient ruins often had ghosts and deaths. Bounty Hunters like them were the vanguard, sent in to clear mines and take the hits.

With the little connection they had to Wa Lord, it wasn't enough for special treatment.

At most, if they survived the mission, they'd get a bit more benefits than other teams.

Hearing the experienced Old Tang put it that way, Emiya stopped worrying.

Old Tang was always lucky. He automatically avoided danger during explorations, and Emiya never had to worry about accidents when they worked together. Emiya just needed to memorize the routes inside the ruins so he wouldn't get confused by Old Tang's terrible sense of direction.

Old Tang, now far away in North America, should have already set off ahead of time. Emiya thought to himself as he closed the case, then suddenly furrowed his brow.

Wait, could it be that before the mission even started... Old Tang had already gotten lost because he couldn't find the rendezvous point?

That evening, Emiya looked at the conspicuous banner standing outside the closed-off venue: "The Xth Jingchu Culture Academic Seminar." This was definitely the rendezvous point. But he didn't see any familiar figure.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled to Old Tang in his contacts.

"I'm here. Where are you?"

After a long pause, the other side finally replied: "Help, holy shit, someone's trying to silence me! Coordinates xxx...!"

"Huh?"