Rider looked around, finally spotting Fu Zhu behind her, holding a wooden shield.
The moment she found Fu Zhu, Rider shouted anxiously, "Master, hurry up and call someone for a rescue!"
"Don't rush."
Fu Zhu calmly put away the shield, admired the street that had been blasted into ruins by Rider's single shot, and whistled in praise.
"This level of power would be considered T0 among all the Heroic Spirits. Not bad, not bad at all."
Rider was so angry she laughed. "Master, what time is it for you to be evaluating my combat strength? Can't we save people first?"
Because Fu Zhu had used a Command Spell to order her, she had no choice but to follow his instructions and use her Noble Phantasm. Now, seeing the entire street reduced to rubble, she was genuinely worried that she had accidentally harmed innocent people.
"I told you not to rush. Didn't the Holy Grail give you any information about this world beforehand? We're in Penacony, the world of dreams. [Death] doesn't exist here. At most, they'll have a nightmare and wake up. Besides, you don't have to worry about causing any damage. I'm a shareholder in this dream world. I'll cover all the losses."
Hearing Fu Zhu say this, Rider finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's good."
"Let's put that aside for now. What about Scott? Did you really take him out?"
Fu Zhu glanced around, but the Minimap showed no sign of Scott.
Rider shook her head with some regret.
"No, that Master didn't die. The ones who died were all the monsters his Servant summoned. He was probably rescued when his Servant entered Spirit Form."
Fu Zhu nodded. It was a good thing that Scott hadn't been eliminated.
"Fine, it's not bad to have him stick around for a while and find some fun for me."
Seeing how optimistic Fu Zhu was, Rider didn't say much more. She looked around and saw Xing and Saber returning, supporting each other. She walked over and asked with concern, "Are you two alright?"
Saber shook her head. "I'm fine, just a few scratches. They'll heal soon. But you, Master…"
Saber looked at Xing beside her with some worry, but Xing just grinned and said, "It's fine, your big sis has seen it all!"
Hearing Xing say she was fine, Saber also relaxed. She then turned her head to look at Rider, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Rider… that last attack must have consumed a lot of magical power, yet I didn't see your form become illusory. You're still as solid as ever. Why is that?"
Although she had seen Fu Zhu use that Name Tag on Rider earlier, Fu Zhu hadn't explained much about it, so she didn't quite understand.
"I'm afraid this is all thanks to my Master."
Rider looked at Fu Zhu, her eyes holding the same inquisitive gaze.
"My Master is probably no ordinary person. He provides me with an endless supply of magical power and has greatly enhanced my strength…"
Rider clenched her fists. If she had possessed this power during her final battle back then, she probably wouldn't have needed to sacrifice herself to save her students.
Just how strong was her Master? The little bit of power leaking from his fingertips was enough to make her this formidable.
Perhaps it was just as he said—if he were to act personally, there would be no need for this Holy Grail War. Everyone could just commit suicide on the spot and hand the Holy Grail over to him.
"Old Bro, what do we do next? Continue strolling around?" Xing asked, scratching her head as she looked at the surrounding ruins. She didn't think they'd run into any other Servants if they kept wandering.
"Don't rush."
Fu Zhu took out his phone and sent a message to Old Oti.
"I'll ask Old Oti who's participating in this Holy Grail War. We'll just go find them one by one."
Meanwhile, in a quiet, remote plaza, Boothill and Aventurine stood side by side, looking at the white-haired Servant Aventurine had summoned. Boothill scratched the side of his face, a bit speechless.
"What the fudge, baby. How come the Servant you summoned is an outsider too? Did this Holy Grail War get hit with regional discrimination? Two outsiders summon two other outsiders…"
"It's three, Master."
Lancer materialized from the side, speaking to Boothill in a rather battered state.
As soon as Lancer appeared, the white-haired Archer couldn't help but tease him, "Yo, isn't this Cú Chulainn? How'd you get beaten back again?"
Lancer shot Archer an annoyed glare. "You bastard, how are you just like that weird Master over there, blurting out my True Name the moment you open your mouth!"
"A weird Master?"
Archer couldn't help but frown. This wasn't their original world, and there were no traces of them in its history. How could someone directly state Lancer's True Name?
"Does that Master have the ability to see through True Names?"
"Perhaps."
Lancer shrugged nonchalantly, but then his brow furrowed as he warned the three of them.
"Compared to that weird Master, his Servant is the real trouble. And that Master has teamed up with another Master. The other Servant, Saber, is the one we're most familiar with."
Hearing this, Archer's eyebrows shot up.
"So it's her… But what did you mean when you said the other Servant is the troublesome one?"
Lancer scratched his head in frustration. "That Servant's Noble Phantasm is just too terrifying. I barely made it back… Master, I'm afraid we're in trouble this time."
Boothill stroked his chin and asked, "Can you describe what they look like? If we get the chance, we'll go find an opportunity to take them out directly."
"Their appearance… One is a handsome young man with black hair, and the other is a gray-haired girl. I don't know if their mother ran out of ink while giving birth to them. Oh, right, I also ran into a third Master at the time. He called the brother of that pair Fu Zhu."
"Meow?! Fu Zhu? Then wouldn't his little sister be Xing? These are our own people! What the fudge are you doing fighting them?"
Lancer spread his hands with an innocent look on his face. "Didn't you tell me to find the most punchable-looking guy to fight? Fu Zhu looked super arrogant, so I picked him."
"Hiss…"
Boothill pressed his temples, a headache coming on.
"Looks like I'll have to find a chance to apologize later. But is your Luck E stat fake? How did you manage to fight Fu Zhu and still come back alive? Bro, your luck might as well be A-rank."
Lancer rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "That's because it seemed like the other side wasn't planning to fight seriously. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have made it back."
"That's true… If Fu Zhu really decided to fight, we might as well all stop playing and just surrender."
As he was speaking, Boothill's phone rang. He took it out and glanced at it, and upon seeing the message from Fu Zhu, his expression immediately turned a little strange.
Aventurine noticed his expression and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is Mr. Fu Zhu coming to hold you accountable?"
"No, it's an invitation. He said he wants us to come play… with a Noble Phantasm bombardment…"