Chapter 722: Prologue: Hijack (Part 2)
"Detected a team application..."
Almost every second, several such prompts were continuously refreshing, while the options in the candidate list beside it quickly increased, scrolling like a spamming screen.
Gu Mo smirked. Why are there so many team applications? To be accurate, these should be summoning requests, right? The mages from the other world are trying to download information from the Heroic Spirit Throne, but the spirit particle signal was intercepted by the dog system midway and redirected here?
And just while he was stunned, the number of summonable options had already exceeded a hundred and was still increasing.
Gu Mo didn’t have time to think deeply and quickly skimmed through them, finding nothing special, and couldn’t figure out who the summoner on the other side was; all the prompts were team applications from strangers, probably because there was no friend list...
In the Fate World, he randomly sent friend requests, but only moved names into his friend list for the storyline characters he met in the Seventh Anomaly.
The only ones considered Masters are Fujimaru Ritsuka, Akai Hinako, and Gilgamesh, and it’s indeed quite difficult to encounter them by chance.
Since all the prompts were so uniform, he could only try his luck...
So he casually clicked on a team application, ready to respond to this summoning to see which Master was so lucky to pull him, a limited SSSR, from the card pool. Presumably, the other side was already seeing the card-drawing interface emitting colorful lights and feather effects...
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Late night.
In the castle hall—
Lightning and thunder, the swirling wind and clouds.
The Magic Array shone with dazzling light, almost overflowing. The continuous flow of Magic Power in the atmosphere formed a whirlwind, and the pattern of the summoning burst with brilliant light. In the oppressive wind pressure that made it almost impossible to open one’s eyes, the Magic Power reached its peak.
Accompanied by a tender yet intensely sharp scream, the circuits in the Magic Circle connected with non-human places, and a whirlwind and lightning enveloped the legendary illusion. From the endlessly overflowing dazzling light emerged a human silhouette and figure.
"I ask of you—"
A cold voice softly echoed, and the moment the voice fell, the storm of Magic Power calmed down almost instantly, leaving everything in silence.
Only that clear voice resonated within the wide silent castle, naturally rising above the silence, replacing all presence.
"Are you my Master?"
"..."
"..."
No answer.
"Huh?"
The young man who had just appeared in the center of the Magic Circle raised an eyebrow, looking down at the small body lying quietly on the ground in front of him. It was a young girl, almost drenched in blood, with only the parts not covered in blood revealing her original hair color, a beautiful silver.
At this moment, she was trembling, lying on the ground with hands and feet, gasping for breath. Her young face stained with blood seemed to be tightly clenched in pain.
"Uh, did I steal B-sensei’s spotlight...? So it’s a different timeline?"
No wonder there were so many possible summons; I almost thought Gudah’s world had already entered the Servant Universe stage...
Gu Mo smirked slightly, mumbling lowly. He instantly recognized the identity of the young girl and felt the connection he had with her. This was his anchoring and link to this world, meaningful only before being summoned.
And after a successful summoning, it was no longer limited.
Because the Command Spell was meaningless to him, and even without a Master, he could still live vigorously...
Stepping lightly forward, he stepped out of the Magic Circle and walked beside the motionless silver-haired loli, bending down slightly, frowning as he sized up the young Master, instantly understanding her situation, extremely dire, seemingly overwhelmed by a tremendous burden.
In other words, her entire body was filled with Magic Circuits, not a real human being but a small Holy Grail, barely holding on.
But now comes the problem...
Was this the original burden and pressure of summoning Hercules, or the burden and pressure of summoning himself? With his panel maxed out, responding to the summons did make the mage who drew him hit the jackpot, but the underlying risk...
Perhaps just like in the Seventh Anomaly, where Uruk’s High Priest summoned the twin goddesses and directly overdrew his Magic Power?
Gu Mo fell silent, reaching out to gently touch the silver-haired loli kneeling stubbornly in the pool of blood, tremors wracking her body, unsure whether it was convulsions or spasms. A pure Life Force poured directly into her body, quickly aiding her recovery.
Finally getting a chance to catch her breath, the silver-haired loli, who felt dizzy before her eyes, tremblingly lifted her head, seemingly only then realizing what had happened.
She lifted her bloodstained face, gritting her teeth as she looked forward.
Moonlight cascaded in from the open castle gates, and time seemed to turn eternal at that moment...
The long black hair swayed in the wind, the moon-white Daoist Robe seemingly reflecting moonlight, brightly illuminating the dim hall. The tall young man stood above her, gazing at her thoughtfully.
The silver-haired loli froze slightly, realizing this wasn’t the scene she had anticipated.
She couldn’t care about much else, a subconscious sense of unease rising in her heart. After biting her lip, she urgently asked: "You... are you my Servant? Are you Hercules?"
This look is totally unlike it!
"I am your Servant, but I am not Hercules..." Gu Mo had known whose spotlight he had stolen, so he was not surprised at this moment, only calmly answering.
"How... how could this be..."
The silver-haired loli’s face turned ashen in an instant, the freshly regained rosy hue vanishing immediately.
She incredulously looked towards the Magic Circle, where a massive bedrock lay quietly, like a colossal axe or a rough giant sword made from the cornerstone of a temple... The Holy Relics were correct, but, but... why!!
Gu Mo also followed her dazed gaze, having long noticed that stone axe sword, shrugged: "Though I’m not Hercules, if you want, I can begrudgingly pretend. Using this as a weapon isn’t too hard..."
This should be about two months before the start of the Fifth Holy Grail War.
The Holy Grail War never lacks loophole exploiters, and the Einzbern Family even summoned the unparalleled hero Hercules two months in advance, not just by a little...
Unfortunately, all of this was changed—the signal that should have been sent to the Heroic Spirit Throne was intercepted by my system, so the one who responded to the summon was not Hercules but myself, quietly smuggled in, utterly unreasonable, rendering all preparations by the Einzbern Family useless.
The prerequisites were fine, the preparation meticulously designed, yet the exclusive ride for Hercules never reached its destination as planned...
Another person directly boarded the car, driving it back.
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