Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover
Chapter 342: [342] The Dreamcatcher and the Healing "White" Beach

Chapter 342: [342] The Dreamcatcher and the Healing "White" Beach

[Now explaining the game rules]

No one knew who was speaking, nor how it was achieved, but a disguised narrator’s voice echoed across the entire island, capturing everyone’s attention.

[The game follows the "elimination" rule set. If all villagers or all divines are killed by the werewolves, the werewolves win. If all werewolves are voted out, the good guys win.]

"What kinda game is this?"

Doggo—ahem, Cú Chulainn—tilted his head back and stared at the sky.

Diarmuid cleaned his dual lances with a contemplative look.

Sasaki Kojirou leaned silently against a tree, eyes closed, seemingly unmoved.

"Werewolf... game?" Ritsuka exchanged an incredulous glance with Mash.

"Migu~! Sounds like fun!" Tamamo-no-Mae’s eyes sparkled, while Kiyohime chuckled behind her hand.

"If this is going to be a game of deception, then I must warn you—I’m ever so delicate."

[This match features 5 werewolves, 4 divine roles, and 5 ordinary villagers.]

[The werewolf side includes 4 regular werewolves and 1 Wolf King. The Wolf King belongs to the wolf faction. Upon death, they can shoot and kill another player—but only if not killed by poison or self-destruction.]

[The divine roles include: Seer, Witch, Hunter, and Dreamcatcher.—The Seer can check one player each night to learn if they’re good or a werewolf.—The Witch has one poison and one heal potion; can only use one per night and cannot heal themselves.—The Hunter, if killed by wolves or eliminated by vote, may shoot a player. Poisoned hunters cannot trigger this effect.]

[The Dreamcatcher must pick one player per night as a Sleepwalker. The Sleepwalker is unaware of their condition and is immune to night attacks. If the Dreamcatcher is eliminated at night, the Sleepwalker dies with them. A player who becomes a Sleepwalker for two consecutive nights also dies.]

[Specific roles and rules will be privately sent to all players soon.]

Due to the participant count, this setup deviated slightly from the standard 4-wolf-4-villager-4-divine structure. Sakatsuki added an extra werewolf and one more villager, adjusting the divine power level by replacing the traditional Guard with the "Sword-Wielding Guardian"—the Dreamcatcher—to spice up the fun.

[Reward System: The MVP of the winning faction will earn a single Holy Grail wish.]

"...Huh?!"

Ritsuka leapt to their feet, grabbing Mash’s shoulders and shaking her excitedly. "Mash, did you hear that?! The Holy Grail! If we get it, I swear we can return to Chaldea!"

"P-Please go easy, Senpai—I’m going to pass out..."

Compared to the dense Ritsuka, many Servants were more focused on the nature of the reward.

It wasn’t just any Holy Grail—it was a wish-granting Grail.

The universal wishing machine. A miracle engine. So many ways to exploit that.

Heh. They’d already died once—what use was a wish?

Some Servants surely thought so. But just as the mood sank, that devilish voice returned:

[Punishment System: Regardless of whether a character dies at night or is voted off during the day, they will be forced to complete a "Truth or Dare" challenge. The dare will be randomly drawn by the Grail system and broadcast to everyone. Magical resources (QP) may be spent to save the recording.]

***

Silence fell over Chaldea.

After a long pause, any trace of warmth vanished. The masks cracked. Servants stared one another down—and in every gaze, flames of rivalry surged.

Damn it. Let’s go!

Everyone present was a legendary hero, a figure admired and revered by countless.

In literary games, there’s no first place—only rivalry. In martial games, there’s no second place—only death.

And some of these matchups were genuine grudge matches!

A certain ahoge-wearing king clenched her fists. Mordred grit her teeth.

"I refuse to disgrace myself in front of my subordinate so-called father!"

Not just the fired-up Servants—Ritsuka, the last standing Master of Chaldea, and the magical girls stuck in the gacha-less void of workplace oppression, were also raring to go.

"Senpai... what are you planning?"

"This is a rare opportunity, Mash-chan! When else are we gonna get to see the great heroes completely humiliated? Ehehehe... I’m already picturing Artoria sobbing into my lap."

Behold, the ugly truth of humanity’s final Master!

"Sounds like fun... Mhm, I’ll do my best! I won’t lose, Ruby!"

"Leave it to me!"

...Okay, she was just a sweet, pure girl fighting for victory.

"Then I’ll make sure Illya wins!" _{free.w e bn.ov(e)l(.)com}

As for a certain "twisted friendship" girl, she was clearly ready to drop all allegiances and support Illya full-force.

"Oho? So if Illya gets knifed, she’ll have to do a dare, huh..."

Needless to say, Kuro was as malicious as ever toward Illya.

In short, under the motivation of the Holy Grail Grand Prix, the once-harmonious mood shattered. Tension soared. Suspicion and scheming gleamed in everyone’s eyes.

After all, everyone now had a reason they absolutely could not lose!

[Preparing for game start...]

"Wah—!"

"What the—!?"

"MIYUU!!"

With a chorus of shouts, golden beams of light rained down, enveloping everyone—even Sakatsuki and Draco, who were orchestrating everything behind the scenes.

"Hoh? Even I’m part of this?"

Sakatsuki raised an eyebrow, standing within the cooling pillar of light as a glowing interface appeared before him.

This was his third time "stirring things up":—The first Holy Grail Grand Prix took place in Einzbern Castle.—The second unfolded during the Fourth Grail War among the Heroic Spirits.

This time? The most extravagant yet.

Not only did Sakatsuki utilize the Grail, but he also activated the Fate Compendium’s "Edit Function," combining it with knowledge gleaned from dissecting Marchelli’s Grail System to further perfect the rules.

That’s why even the host had to play within the system.

[Role assignment in progress... success.]

The magic interface flickered to life. A seductive woman lifted her leg, smiling over her shoulder, raising a wineglass that released rainbow-colored mist—dreamlike and surreal.

[Your role is: Dreamcatcher]

"Dreamcatcher, huh?"

Sakatsuki narrowed his eyes. It was a powerful divine role—arguably stronger than the classic Guardian. Unlike a passive shield, the Dreamcatcher could actively "cut," potentially turning the tide for the good guys—or ruining them if misplayed.

For example, if the Dreamcatcher chose to protect the Seer at night, but the wolves instead targeted the Dreamcatcher... both the Dreamcatcher and Seer would die. That would collapse the good side.

This risk applied only to night kills, of course.

"Such a valuable divine role... Looks like I lucked out—wait, don’t tell me Doggo and Brushbro are just villagers? Two generations of Lancer-class luck E... ouch, that hurts just thinking about it."

As Sakatsuki muttered to himself, the magic interface changed again.

[No existing Spirit Origin detected. Constructing swimwear using spiritrons...]

Yes—aside from the Werewolf game setup, Sakatsuki had also taken on Scáthach’s usual job:

—Introducing the first wave of swimsuit Servants!

This tropical island was hot. Really hot. While Ritsuka, Illya, and others had been surviving day-to-day, now that Sakatsuki had appeared, the focus shifted to fun, to life, and to vacation.

As the golden light faded, everyone found themselves gathered on the beach—and shocked by the massive transformation they had undergone.

"T-This is...!"

"What happened to us?!"

The sun blazed overhead, casting dazzling rays across the sand. The sea sparkled, mist from the waves dancing across soft, bare skin. The sight of these elegant, curvaceous figures shimmered like an illusion.

"Ahh... what a truly healing white beach~"

Wearing a Hawaiian shirt, showing off a chiseled body, Sakatsuki adjusted his sunglasses, eyes roaming across the gorgeous figures with deep appreciation.

"This is... Paradise," murmured Cú Chulainn beside him, wearing a knowing smile every man understood.

Naturally, this comment triggered an overwhelming backlash from the female Servants.

"Die, you pervert!"

"Excalibur of Radiant Victory!"

"Dojo Bell: Dragon-Flame Slash, Style 108!"

"Go, Mash! Use Shield Bash!"

"Fou! Fouuuu!"

"Ruby/Sapphire, take him down!"

"Wait, hold on! He said it first—!"

BOOM!

A huge wave exploded near the shore. Droplets scattered into the sky, gleaming like translucent fireworks beneath the brilliant blue sky.

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