Chapter 288: All A’s

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: All A’s

Then, Waver’s eyes widened instantly, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, and his glasses nearly slid off.

(Strength A... Agility A... Endurance A... Mana A... Luck A...)

(Wait! Hold on!)

(Caster?! You’re saying this is a Caster?! All five stats are A?! How is that possible?! Even for the Three Knight Classes, it’s impressive for a top-tier Servant to have a few A-ranks! This woman called Ms. Herta... how is her stat sheet so luxurious it’s like cheating?! And is she really a Caster?! What kind of Caster has stats like that?!)

Waver felt the magecraft knowledge he had studied for over a decade shattering to pieces.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the corner of Rider’s cloak and hissed, "R-Rider! That woman... her stats... they’re all A! It’s too outrageous! Should we perform a strategic withdrawal first?!"

Hearing this, Rider raised his thick eyebrows. Instead of being afraid, his fighting spirit burned even brighter: "Oh? All A’s? Hahaha! As expected of a hero worthy of this King’s attention! Now this is interesting!"

Just as the tense atmosphere reached its peak—

Ms. Herta suddenly frowned, her purple-black eyes snapping toward another direction, the top of a streetlamp standing high within the shadows of the shipping containers in the dock area.

"Watching the show for so long,"

Ms. Herta’s voice was cold, tinged with the annoyance of being offended, "Do you not intend to come out? You rat hiding in the shadows."

As soon as she finished speaking, the space within the dim yellow glow atop the streetlamp rippled like water.

The next moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, standing steadily on the slender top of the streetlamp, as if beneath his feet was not a smooth metal pole, but a solid throne.

It was a handsome young man with dazzling short golden hair and eyes as red as a gemstone.

He wore a suit of golden armor so magnificent it was almost blinding, engraved with ancient and intricate patterns, flowing with noble luster under the night and the lights.

His face was incomparably handsome, yet he carried an innate arrogance, as if everything in the world was merely a collection in his treasury, unworthy of a glance.

Archer—the oldest King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.

His crimson eyes swept over everyone at the dock from above, his gaze lingering on Ms. Herta for a moment, a flash of surprise and... intense interest crossing his eyes.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc full of dominance, and he spoke arrogantly:

"Heh. Tonight is truly lively. I thought only some mongrels were making noise here, but I didn’t expect there to be a... hmm, ’collection’ that is somewhat passable."

His gaze locked onto Ms. Herta, his eyes looking as if he were admiring a novel treasure:

"Ant, you..."

"Shut up."

Ms. Herta directly interrupted his monologue-style opening, not even having the patience to let him finish his standard lines like "How dare you look at this King."

A purple light mirror beside her instantly shifted direction, its center glowing brilliantly!

Whoosh—!!!

A deep purple energy beam, only as thick as an arm, like lightning tearing through the night sky, blasted toward Gilgamesh at the top of the streetlamp at a speed far exceeding ordinary magecraft!

A flash of astonishment crossed Gilgamesh’s crimson eyes; he clearly hadn’t expected the other party to not only interrupt him but also attack immediately!

But his reaction was also astonishingly fast. The moment the purple beam was about to hit, his figure vanished from the top of the streetlamp like a phantom, reappearing on top of another, slightly shorter shipping container nearby.

His flawless golden armor was spotless, but his handsome face was already filled with the anger of being offended.

He stood on the shipping container, arms crossed, his crimson eyes staring fixedly at Ms. Herta, his voice low and dangerous:

"Mongrel... how dare you attack this King? Such insolence..."

His tone suddenly carried a hint of playfulness again:

"However, considering your unique beauty and interesting power, this King can forgive your disrespect. The condition is..."

He extended a finger, pointing at Ms. Herta from afar, his tone resolute, as if declaring a universal truth:

"Become this King’s collection. This is your supreme honor."

The dock was silent.

Saber and Lancer both frowned, feeling displeased by Archer’s arrogance and remarks.

Rider stroked his chin, seemingly pondering what kind of background this Golden Flashy fellow had.

Waver had completely given up on thinking and just wanted to curl into a ball.

And Ms. Herta’s reaction was—

She slowly raised her right hand, and then, in the bewildered gazes of everyone, slowly raised a... fair, slender middle finger at Gilgamesh on the shipping container.

Ms. Herta had no expression on her face, but in those purple-black eyes, it was clearly written: "Idiot, get lost."

Gilgamesh: "...?"

He clearly didn’t recognize this gesture, but he could be one hundred percent sure that this was definitely not a friendly gesture, but a mockery full of insulting nature!

When had he ever suffered such a great humiliation?!

Even Enkidu, whom he regarded as his "only best friend," had never treated him like this!

"You... you ignorant mongrel!!!"

Gilgamesh’s rage instantly broke through the "kingly composure" he had deliberately maintained, his handsome face slightly twisted with anger, his crimson eyes burning with violent golden light, "You dare—you dare to desecrate this King’s majesty like this!!!"

The space behind him rippled violently like water!

One after another, dozens of gorgeous golden ripples, like blooming flowers of death, unfolded in layers in the night sky behind him!

Within each ripple, a weapon slowly emerged: blade, sword, spear, axe, halberd, bow...

Dazzling and numerous, each one exuding powerful magical fluctuations, with ancient and magnificent designs, they were unexpectedly precious—Noble Phantasms!

"Hmph! Let your blood wash away your sins! Mongrel!"

Gilgamesh grinned hideously and waved his hand.

"Th-those are all Noble Phantasms?!"

Waver let out an unbelievable scream, his voice changing pitch.

Displaying so many Noble Phantasms at once was simply a scene that overturned common sense!

Ms. Herta, however, remained standing in place, only more purple light mirrors appeared around her, all aimed at Gilgamesh in the air.

Her purple-black eyes quickly scanned those golden ripples and the emerging Noble Phantasms, with no fear in her eyes, only the interest one might have upon seeing a novel toy.

(Application of spatial storage technology? A combination of energy projection and material summoning? Interesting structure...)

Just as Gilgamesh was about to wave his hand and order the rain of Noble Phantasms to pour down and completely submerge Ms. Herta—

High in the shadows of the containers in the distance

Long Night Moon and March 7th were still lurking there.

March 7th watched so many glittering weapons emerging from behind that Golden Flashy guy below, nervously grabbing Long Night Moon’s sleeve: "Big sister, that golden-haired guy... looks so fierce! Should we help Ms. Herta?"

Long Night Moon watched below, especially Gilgamesh, who was standing on the container, facing away from their direction and completely unaware of what was behind him.

Just then, she received an order in her mind from Madam Herta:

[Shoot him.]

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