Tony Stark found his father's Relics and was about to acquire the Dragon-Slaying Saber, unifying the martial arts World.
However, the big villain, Ivan Vanko, was in a rather desolate state.
To create the tools for revenge, he exhausted all his money, endured countless hardships, and finally, fully equipped, he was on the verge of getting his revenge, but he was stuck at the last step—he couldn't find Tony.
Tony didn't appear at the banquet reported by the media, nor did he join the car race. Ivan Vanko staked out Tony's Villa for three whole days and didn't see Tony come out once.
He had to sleep in parks like a homeless person and scavenge for food in trash cans.
Yet, the deep-seated hatred surged within him. Even while gnawing on someone else's leftover burger, even while sleeping on a cold chair, it only solidified his resolve for revenge.
Until he was hit over the head.
Thwack.
The suddenly bright incandescent light was too dazzling for Ivan, who had been blindfolded.
He shook his splitting headache of a head, and through the slits of his squinting eyes, he could vaguely see a person sitting in the Shadow in front of him.
"Ivan Vanko."
A slightly hoarse voice came, clearly using a voice changer.
Ivan tried to wiggle his body. He was firmly bound to the chair, and the binding method was very professional.
And the equipment he had painstakingly built was placed on the table in front of him.
"Do you know? When my people found you, what was my first feeling?" The man in front of him reached out and gently stroked Ivan's equipment. "Surprise, a huge surprise, because we finally discovered a genius, a genius no less than Tony Stark!"
Ivan's attempts to struggle and escape became smaller.
He squinted, staring at the man in front of him. The Shadow completely obscured the other person's face, but a slightly plump physique was still discernible.
"Tony said no one could make his weapon within ten years, and you, in a dilapidated house, using dilapidated equipment, created such a fascinating thing." The man slowly exhaled, as if calming his excited emotions. "Ivan, we've checked your file. The only difference between you and Tony is that your father didn't win against his father."
"And now, you have a new father, and that is—" The man in the Shadow smiled.
—HYDRA.
On the other side, Shen He also welcomed an important moment that day.
Gacha time!
It had been ten days since he arrived in this World.
From the moment he woke up, Shen He had washed his face ten times, his hands twenty times, maintained a smile, and offered several incense sticks to the Queen Mother of the West and Guanyin Bodhisattva.
For the past six days, Tony had been holed up in his laboratory, not only researching his Iron Man suit but also his father's Relics, still seemingly without any discoveries.
And the hotel and car race, which were supposed to be plot points, passed uneventfully without the protagonist's involvement.
In other words, Shen He had no idea what would happen next.
"You've been looking in the mirror for twenty minutes, aren't you going to start yet?" Saiki Kusuo couldn't help but retort from the side.
Knowing it was gacha time today, he didn't rush back after clearing the dungeon but stayed to see what would be drawn.
"What do you know?" Shen He meticulously adjusted his clothes. "'Whenever you divine, you must be sincere and respectful, cleanse yourself, burn incense, and pray, then you can move the gods.' This has always been my gacha rule. All that stuff about 'luck doesn't change non-luck' is false."
Ultimately, the gacha probability of this system was inherently strange. The probability of a Servant appearing seemed very low.
But that was normal. After all, there was no Noble Phantasm system, so it was impossible to draw duplicate Servants. If the probability were high, wouldn't he quickly be able to assemble a Servant army?
"Hoo—"
Shen He let out a long breath, then slowly closed his eyes.
Now!
Ten-pull guaranteed!
The system's summoning interface in front of him slowly flowed. The summoning speed for high-tier gacha was slow.
But when he saw that the first rotating magic circle didn't flash with a golden halo, Shen He's heart sank halfway.
However—
"Ding, congratulations, you have successfully summoned a three-star Servant: ????"
A Servant appeared just like that?
Shen He's disappointed expression instantly turned to joy.
Even a three-star Servant was good. Anyway, whether they were strong or not depended entirely on feeding them.
But without even knowing the name, how could he get the other person to agree to the summon?
Shen He, who was a bit at a loss, vaguely noticed a sack appear in front of him.
Looking at the interface again, it already showed that the Servant had agreed to the summon.
"Qi, Qi Mu." Shen He swallowed.
He noticed the sack wriggling. Although Servants couldn't harm their Master and there was a chance for absolute command.
But how to put it, he was a bit timid due to being overly nervous.
Saiki Kusuo nodded, extended his hand, and used psychokinesis to untie the rope on the sack. The moment it was opened, the face of a young girl appeared before their eyes.
She was wrapped in something like tattered cloth made of poor-quality leather and animal fur, and a metal collar, like that of a death row inmate, was tightly clasped around her neck. An indescribable stench permeated the room, a mixture of foul blood, Water, dirt, and other smells.
Dirty, small, like a slave fleeing for her life.
But when Shen He's gaze fell upon the girl's face, he couldn't help but stop breathing.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
No language could describe it. Even dust and dirt could not conceal the radiant glow emanating from her messy golden hair. Although her face was covered with bruises and even scratches of various sizes, it did not detract from the stunning impression of her Angelic appearance. What truly shocked Shen He were the sky-blue eyes that shimmered beneath her disheveled hair.
They were as calm as a beautiful lake, yet seemed to contain astonishing vitality.
The girl's eyes looked around, then directly at Shen He, unmoving, her delicate face as calm as a machine.
"I can't hear her thoughts," Saiki said slowly.
Shen He looked at the summoned items displayed at the bottom of the system screen, clicked on it, and a three-dimensional image of the girl appeared before him. She looked only eleven or twelve years old, and her name was still four question marks.
However, there was also a comment:
"A weapon, this is how everyone defines her.
Without emotion, without thought, she only needs one command, and she is the God who presides over death.
However—
Red, yellow, and brown withered leaves danced and swirled around her.
That flawless, elegant girl, as pure as a full moon.
Who is she, then?"
Weapon, beauty, golden hair, sky-blue eyes.
Shen He kept pondering in his mind, and a name seemed to be on the tip of his tongue.
And at this moment, the dazzling golden light that suddenly flashed in the summoning circle interrupted his thoughts, and ethereal celestial music enveloped his ears.
"Ding, congratulations, you have successfully summoned a four-star rare Servant: Ryougi Shiki."
Is this luck, an explosion of luck?
Did anyone guess the first girl? I've written it super detailed (òó)