"A Servant?!"
Olga Marie's expression turned grim as she saw the white-haired man standing above them.
To most people, a Servant was an unbeatable existence.
An ordinary magus encountering a Servant basically had only one option: death.
Only the elite of the elite among magi had a chance of fighting them.
Currently, on Mo Wang's side, besides Mo Wang himself, there was also the Demi-Servant Mash.
On the other side, there was only one Servant.
From the looks of it, the advantage should be on their side.
But Olga Marie didn't let her guard down.
"Judging by his attack just now, he should be an Archer. I just don't know his true identity."
Olga Marie pondered this, trying to discern anything from the man that might reveal his identity.
After all, fighting a Servant without any information was extremely dangerous.
"Oh! It's Red A! A living Red A!"
However, while Olga Marie was analyzing who the enemy might be, Mo Wang was already shouting Archer's name and taking pictures with his phone.
"Hmm? Red A? Is there a hero in history with that name?" Olga Marie looked at Mo Wang with confusion, and then suddenly realized something. "Wait? You know this Servant?"
"Huh? Isn't Red A just Red A? What's there not to know? It's Emiya Shirou."
Mo Wang said, his hands still busy taking pictures of Archer.
You have to understand, this was the original pro-gamer of the Fate series, a cheat who could even take down Gilgamesh with just basic Projection Magecraft.
In other worlds, he was a badass who could single-handedly end a Holy Grail War.
After becoming a Heroic Spirit, he became Alaya's exclusive wage slave, a badass who went around killing, killing, killing in various worlds.
Of course, if that were all, Mo Wang wouldn't be this excited.
After all, the real Red A was just a high-level wage slave.
In an age where the prestige of the Counter Force was declining year by year, Red A, as Alaya's subordinate, was on the verge of losing all his prestige.
What Mo Wang was really interested in was Red A's original self, the man named Emiya Shirou, also known as the "Bulldozer."
You have to remember, back in the day, Fate/stay night also had a series of nicknames like "Seven Days to Teach You How to Conquer Girls," "A Warm Man's Step-by-Step Guide to Building a Harem in Seven Days," and "The Legend of the Fastest Girl Conqueror."
To be able to conquer at least four beautiful girls with different personalities in just seven days, Shirou's title of "Bulldozer" was well-deserved.
What a pity. After working in Africa and middle East for a few years, his hair turned white and his skin turned dark.
Although he was leaning towards becoming a black uncle, he had lost his "Bulldozer" title.
Oh, and he gained a new move: "Sword Bone."
"Huh? Emiya Shirou? That name sounds familiar."
Olga Marie looked at Mo Wang blankly.
Why did that name sound familiar?
Which hero in history was it? Why couldn't she remember?
"Oh, at this point in time, he should still be a student at the Clock Tower. It's normal that you don't know him."
Olga Marie: ?
A student? Are you serious?
"A future Heroic Spirit. After all, the Throne of Heroes doesn't strictly stipulate that only people from the past can be summoned. As long as the catalyst is right, a Servant from the future can be pulled over. It's perfectly normal."
"And there's no rule that says a magus from the Clock Tower can't become a Heroic Spirit."
Olga Marie: (＃°Д°)
"I understand all that, but how do you know?"
"Hmm? A guy named Nasu Kinoko told me." Mo Wang shrugged, indicating that all questions should be directed to a certain mushroom, as it had nothing to do with him.
"Senpai! Director! That Servant seems to be making a move!"
Mash reminded Olga Marie and Mo Wang.
Archer gave Mo Wang a deep look, but showed no intention of attacking.
Just then, on the street next to them, a dark figure appeared.
"New... prey?" The assassin in the black robe appeared, the killing intent in the air like a sharp sword pointed at the humans before him.
However, he was a little surprised, because these humans didn't seem to be afraid of them.
"Director! This is bad! Several more Servant readings have appeared near you!"
Just then, Dr. Romani's voice once again sounded in their ears.
"Thank you, Romani. It would have been even better if you could have told us a little faster, before we noticed them ourselves," Olga Marie retorted.
"By the way, is this also a Servant? Why... is he so black?"
Not only Olga Marie, but even Mash was also very strange.
Why was this Servant so black that you couldn't even see his face?
"Oh, my dear Hassan, why have you suddenly become so black?"
"Although you were pretty dark before, now you're as black as a lump of mud."
Mo Wang complained to the Hassan over there.
Red A's face had only turned dark.
How did you guys turn into shadows?
And you even lost your IQ along with it.
Of course, Mo Wang knew that these guys had simply become Shadow Servants, not that they had actually turned black.
In the original FGO setting, Shadow Servants were basically non-existent.
Mo Wang only roughly knew that Shadow Servants were pseudo-beings formed from the combination of the remnants of a Heroic Spirit's spiritual core and the surrounding magical energy and resentment.
They were like shadows, beings that were not qualified to become Servants, spiritual bodies that were one step away from being heroes; or they were Heroic Spirits themselves but existed as shadows because the summoner was not powerful enough or the summoning circle was incomplete.
Compared to a real Servant, their strength was probably less than half.
"Hey! Don't underestimate them! Even if they look weak, they're not something an ordinary magus can deal with!"
Romani reminded Mo Wang.
"Hey! Don't underestimate them! Even if they look weak, they're not something an ordinary magus can deal with!" Romani reminded Mo Wang.
"Relax. Do I look weak?" Mo Wang said, pulling out a bucket of fried chicken and a watermelon from who knows where. "Hey, buddy, want some fried chicken? It goes great with watermelon."
"The Holy... I'm going to get it!" Faced with Mo Wang's words, the Shadow Servant in the form of Cursed Arm Hassan replied excitedly, completely ignoring his question.
"Sigh. It seems that after becoming a Shadow Servant, you even lost your brain. Now you're not even qualified to pick cotto—"
Mo Wang stopped himself short, a grimace on his face.
"—Nope. Scratch that. Bad joke."
"My apologies to the English-speaking audience. That was a garbage-tier stereotype. Let's all agree to pretend I said something clever instead."
With that awkward moment of self-awareness out of the way, he stuffed the watermelon and fried chicken into the hands of the Director and his junior.
"Thankfully, I'm a kind person. I can't bear to see people suffer."
"So, let me stretch my legs a bit."