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Book 6: Chapter 60:2: Good Luck, Special Forces, Part 2

He Who Knows Fate: I think I’ve played this game before.

Blank Never Loses: I’ve played it, too. This game is simple; if you want to win, just have a gun.

Faillen Angel Gabriel: Impressive, as always.

One Punch Baldy: So, where did this game come from? I don’t recall it being available during the Holy Grail War.

Kazuma the Brute: Who knows? Probably another weird plan of Root.

Umaru-chan: Maybe it was inspired by the virtual reality helmet from last night.

“Good morning, everyone. This time, our competition takes place in a futuristic game. How do we play this game? In simple terms, you pick up guns and equipment, and then you fight. The team that survives to the end wins. If no one gets first place, please check the competition ruling on the big screen. Any questions?”

“May I ask if only Servants will participate this time?” asked Emiya Kiritsugu, a red team Master, as he raised his hand.

“Yes, this time, only Servants can participate. Also, this time, Servants will have their abilities sealed. They can only use the firearms and ammunition found in the field for combat,” explained Jeanne d’Arc, the referee, diligently.

“What kinds of guns and ammunition are available in the game? Could you explain the types to us in detail?” Emiya Kiritsugu asked, a bit disappointed. He believed that if Masters could join, their chances of winning would be much higher.

The black team had already won three consecutive rounds. If the red team lost another one, the Holy Grail would fall into the hands of the black team. Emiya Kiritsugu was feeling a bit anxious. But even if they lost, as long as they could seize the Holy Grail before the opponent made their wish, it would be enough. That silver-haired girl was a bit troublesome, and so was that King Hassan. (At this time, the red team didn’t know that King Hassan was a Grand Servant.)

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the Masters around him and noticed they didn’t seem too anxious, either. It seemed they shared his thoughts. Winning was ideal, as it would give them the initiative, but even if they lost, they could still snatch it. That little girl was skilled, but could she fight seven Servants?

In the previous chess match, if it weren’t for a moment of carelessness on Golden Glitter’s part, how could he have been killed by that little girl resorting to such a dangerous method? (Luo Li: I was acting.)

“Everyone, please look at the big screen…” Jeanne d’Arc didn’t explain because she herself didn’t fully understand. Instead, she pointed to the large screen behind her. The screen was scrolling information about firearms, such as types, firing rates, impact, ammunition capacity, and bullet calibers, and other in-game items like backpacks (level 1, level 2, and level 3), helmets, body armor, grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, and more.

“Everyone has half an hour of preparation time. The game will officially start at 9:30. You can use this half-hour to familiarize yourselves with the various firearms and items in the game.”

“One more question: how big is the map in this game? Where is the game set? Are there only the 14 Servants participating?” This time, it was Waver who asked.

“The map in this game is an island. You don’t need to search for information about this island because it’s a virtual existence. There are no records of it in reality. Besides you, there are 86 other players in the game.”

“Who are these 86 people? Are they natives of the island?” Waver continued to inquire.

“As I said before, this competition projects you into a future game. Since it’s a game, of course, there will be other players. These 86 individuals are the rest of the players. Of course, there may be a small number of players that are bots, which is to compensate for the lack of players. These bots won’t pose much of a threat; they will have very little firepower. However, they will expose your positions.”

“You mentioned that the game will seal the abilities of Servants. To what extent will these abilities be sealed?” Tohsaka Tokiomi asked with some concern.

Given Tohsaka Tokiomi’s intelligence, he couldn’t guess that this game was basically a shooting game. In a shooting game like this, the most formidable class was Archer. After all, it was all about ranged combat, and some of the Archer’s inherent abilities could greatly enhance their performance.

Regular Archers usually had Clairvoyance, but everyone was different.

Tohsaka Tokiomi knew little about the other team’s Archer, but his team’s Archer could only use Noble Phantasms.

“The extent of this sealing is essentially a complete seal. When a Heroic Spirit is projected into that game world, they cannot use Noble Phantasms. Their physical attributes become no different from that of ordinary people. Inherent abilities cannot be used, but combat experience is retained. In that world, these Servants can, at most, be considered special forces with extensive combat experience. By the way, once they enter the game world, their bodies are digitized. Unless they lose 100 health points in one shot, even being hit in the head won’t result in death. If you can use medical supplies promptly, you can fully recover in a few seconds. However, if you’re shot in the hand or foot and your health reaches zero, you’ll die.”

“…” It’s over. Golden Glitter is practically useless now.

“All right, if there are no more questions, let’s continue to familiarize ourselves with this game. The game will commence in 25 minutes.”

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Elder Brother, this must be your doing. If you hadn’t made that bet with me, we wouldn’t be in this game where our fates are no longer in our control.

He Who Knows Fate: Can you really blame me for this?

Coasting Through Life: Ah Heng, you’re gambling again.

He Who Knows Fate: What else can we do? Should we cancel this bet? Since you’re my younger sister, I’ll allow you to break it just this once.

Coasting Through Life: Why don’t I get this treatment?

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Can we really break it?

He Who Knows Fate: Of course.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Then let’s not break it. How about we exchange win conditions?

He Who Knows Fate: ??

Herrscher of Pufferfish: In other words, if we win this game, I’ll promise you one thing, and if we lose, you will promise me one thing.

He Who Knows Fate: It’s a deal. You are not to regret it; it’s settled.

Chen Heng agreed very readily because when he heard that Servants’ Noble Phantasms, inherent abilities, and physical attributes would be sealed, he wanted to join the battle personally. That was why Chen Heng agreed to let Sirin break her promise.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Elder Brother, you… I have a feeling something’s not right. Did you agree too readily?

He Who Knows Fate: How could that be? When have I ever lied to you?

Herrscher of Pufferfish: You lied to me the moment we met, telling me I was your adopted younger sister. But forget it; I’ll trust you one more time this time.

He Who Knows Fate: …

He Who Knows Fate: Since you put it that way, I’ve decided to join the battle myself.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Go ahead. Would I be scared?

He Who Knows Fate: Hah!

Efreet: Sirin, have you forgotten something?

Herrscher of Pufferfish: What is it?

Kal’tsit: Seven-star Sniper operator—He Who Knows Fate.