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Chapter 180 The Second Pseudo-Servant
Chapter 180 The Second Pseudo-Servant
Ryunosuke's chest was dented from the kick, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.
He continued to let out intermittent, maniacal laughter, as if pain itself was the art he craved most.
Feiniao did not make another move.
He grabbed Ryunosuke by the collar with one hand, lifted him up, and hung him on a suspicious iron hook by the wall.
"Since you enjoy watching the colors bloom so much, then enjoy it for yourself."
Blood dripped down his leg and pooled on the ground.
Without bandaging, he would soon die from excessive bleeding.
Kamado Sumire struggled to her feet, her face pale as she watched everything unfold.
A hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he did not stop the bird.
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"...Will he die?" Her voice was soft and trembling.
"Yes," Asuka replied briefly, "but not quickly. He will slowly bleed to death in agony."
"I am his retribution."
Zaomen Jin bit her lip.
She wasn't a saint; she also felt that Ryunosuke deserved to die, but it shouldn't have been like this.
She hesitated before speaking, "I...I understand what you did. He killed so many people, killed those innocent children..."
""
"But is this... really a good idea? Maybe we should call the police and let the law handle it?"
The bird shook its head: "The law is for humans, not for demons."
He looked into the complex expression in Sumire Kamado's eyes and remembered that strong yet gentle boy: "You and Tanjiro are both always thinking of others, but people like that can no longer be considered human."
Violet remained silent for a long time.
"...I understand." She finally spoke, her voice soft but firm: "Then let's go quickly, we can't stay here."
The police will come...and then we won't be able to explain ourselves."
Feiniao nodded; he knew that the rules of the modern world were different from the rules he was used to.
He looked down at Sumire Kamado, whose Command Seals on the back of her hand were slightly warm.
The knowledge in his mind told him that it was proof that connected him to the violet.
Faint, yet real.
"Let's go."
He walked toward the exit, but suddenly stopped.
The knowledge instilled in my mind by the Third Magic resurfaced: the Servant's [materialization] requires the Master's mana.
If the Master's magical energy is insufficient, the Servant must exist in a [spirit form].
It is an invisible, unseen state that can only move around near the Master, but does not consume magic power.
Asuka tried to concentrate, sensing the faint magic within Kamado Sumire's body.
"This is too weak... and I can feel it, this magic is my spiritual power... I wonder how she accidentally obtained this meager power..."
""
The next instant, his body began to become transparent, and then disappeared completely.
Only a wisp of faint black mist remained, floating in the air.
Kamado Sumire was startled: "Where...where have you been?"
"I'm still here." The bird's voice rang in her ears, but it had no physical form: "Materialization will consume your magic power, and your magic power is too low. I cannot remain in physical form indefinitely. In spirit form, I can guide you out."
Kamado Sumire paused for a moment, then nodded.
She knew the bird was right.
Or perhaps she simply doesn't understand what happened today.
What is magic? What is a spirit? She had no idea.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing rhythm, and kept her body alert.
"Okay... let's go then."
Asuka, in her spirit form, floated before her like a shadow, pointing the way: "This way, the stairs are on the left."
She carefully walked around the corpse on the ground, her footsteps so light they were almost silent.
The exit to the basement was a rusty iron door. She pushed it open forcefully, and a damp, cold wind rushed in.
It appears that this is an abandoned sewer, with moss covering the walls and shallow puddles on the ground.
The bird's spirit floated ahead like a cloud of black mist, occasionally condensing into a palm shape, continuing to guide her.
Zaomen Jin followed him and soon saw an iron fence ahead.
Beyond the fence lay the streets of Fuyuki City, dimly lit by streetlights, with the occasional passing vehicle.
"Thank you... Mr. Ghost," she whispered.
Black mist gathered around her, vaguely revealing the outline of a bird: "No need, you are my... Master, this is what I should do."
"And we still have a lot to say to each other."
Kamado Sumire smiled, clutching her still-bleeding hand, and fled into the night of Fuyuki City with her spirit-formed bird.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.
An ancient church stands in the night, its cross gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
There is a secret room in the basement of the church, and in the center of the room is a huge crystal ball.
That was a monitoring device connected to the Greater Grail.
Supervisor Kotomine Riki stood in front of the crystal ball, his hands crossed, his eyes calm and deep.
He is the overseer of this Holy Grail War, responsible for ensuring the fairness and order of the rituals.
Suddenly, the crystal ball emitted a deep hum.
Li Zheng was slightly moved and reached out to touch the surface of the sphere.
Ripples spread across the sphere, revealing lines of ancient runes.
"Caster's seat... has been activated."
The Caster class typically corresponds to Servants who primarily use magic, and their summoning conditions are demanding, requiring special artifacts.
Li Zheng's brows furrowed even deeper.
But now, Caster's seat has been activated, but Caster's spirit origin has not descended.
This means the summoning ritual failed.
Instead, a violent surge of magical energy, fueled by the flames of vengeance, emerged.
"Avenger..." Li murmured the word.
Avenger.
The eighth class should not exist in the seven-class system required for war; it will only appear when the Holy Grail is abnormally distorted.
Moreover, this aura... is not that of a true Servant.
"A pseudo-Servant..." Kotomine Risei's eyes sharpened: "Not summoned from the Throne of Heroes, but a soul from another world forcibly pulled in... The Holy Grail... has made a mistake."
He was thinking about why this was happening and what to do next.
Suddenly, the crystal ball trembled again.
This time it's Berserker's seat.
Li Zheng's pupils contracted slightly: "This... how can they also be pseudo-Servants?!"
His aura was chaotic, filled with a frenzied desire for destruction—it was indeed the aura of a berserker, yet it was forcibly suppressed by some kind of shackle.
"Two pseudo-Servants..." he murmured in disbelief, "This war was off track from the very beginning."
The underground workshop of the Matou family.
In the dark and damp stone chamber, the candlelight flickered.
Matou Ryouken, this ancient insect, stood hunched over in front of the magic circle, a near-mad smile on his face.
On the altar in front of him lay a fragment of black clothing.
In the center of the magic circle, a figure slowly materialized.
Matou Ryogen's mouth stretched from ear to ear, his voice hoarse and feverish: "It's done...it's done!"
"What magician... what magic... before him, all magic is a joke! I have reached the source!"
"Watch closely, Kariya, this is the trump card I've prepared for you!"
He turned to look at Matou Kariya, who was pale-faced beside him. Kariya was his son and the true Master responsible for providing magical energy.
"We are determined to win this war!"
It was a man dressed in a black kimono, draped in a white haori, and wearing a bone mask.
He exuded a violent magical aura, and his mere presence was like a tsunami capable of destroying Fuyuki City.
Yan Ye stared silently at the figure, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.
Beneath Berserker's bone mask, a pair of crimson eyes were slowly opening.