At four o'clock in the morning, when the sky was just getting light, the boy with black hair and black eyes turned over in his sleep.
The voice that did not belong to any familiar person kept echoing in my mind, like a dream I had in a daze.
"Jay, let's summon the Heroic Spirits."
"……ha?"
The two voices in the dream sounded very young, and the content of the conversation was also quite immature. In his dream, Al guessed that these two people should not be very old, and they were probably just two high school boys.
Because the two people's voices are very different, Al can clearly tell who is saying which sentence.
"I was thinking about this last night when I was finishing the game. We have magical powers, right? Maybe we can summon heroic spirits."
"Curse power is not magic power, Wu, you are too deeply poisoned."
Do they want to summon heroic spirits?
So childish. For him, he never wanted to summon Heroic Spirits. At most, he just wanted to become a Heroic Spirit himself.
Well, it sounds like he is more childish.
"I'm serious. Don't you think an abandoned hospital like this is a perfect place to summon Heroic Spirits? And it's dusk now, the time of the day when your magic power is at its strongest!"
“…Don’t add such a ridiculous setting to me. And from what you said, you want me to summon a Heroic Spirit?”
"Yes, after all, you are a professional summoner."
"Heh, what summoner? Just call me a Pokémon trainer."
Ding ding ding ding ding
The shrill alarm rang on time, and Al stretched out his arm and pressed the alarm skillfully.
The second-year dialogue in my mind came to an abrupt end.
It was just a dream after all.
Al opened his eyes and rubbed his sleep-tangled hair. A ray of morning light shone into the bedroom, barely illuminating the space filled with paper and notebooks.
The Berserker figure at the head of the bed raised its small arms high. Al extended his index finger and clapped it with the small Berserker figure.
"Good morning!"
In the silent room, only the figures responded to Al's words with a smile.
Al has been living alone since he was twelve years old. He prepared a simple breakfast for himself as usual, and while eating, he discussed the progress of each other with his friends - well, they had an appointment to attend the comic convention together today.
Half an hour later, Al got into a taxi carrying a large box of COS costumes.
Some of them are worn by himself, and some are lent to his gay friends. He is a famous Berserker enthusiast and loves the Berserker class in the Fate series. All of his COS are Berserker, including various male Berserkers, tall female Berserkers, and Chinese version of female Berserkers. He is a real Berserker fanatic.
For example, among the five COS costumes today, three are Chinese-style female heroes.
The official version is feminine, while the fan fiction version is Han Chinese.
It's really mine.
Al thought.
Friend A was the first to send a message: I'm here.
By the way, attached is a handsome selfie. Al can tell at a glance that this is probably a COS of Gojo Satoru from the recently popular work "Jujutsu ○ War".
He has never watched "Jujutsu ○ Sen" and the only character he knows is the popular Gojo Satoru. He doesn't know anything about the others, which shows how popular the character of Gojo Satoru is.
Although his friends told him that the characters in Jujutsu ○ Sen were all crazy and should suit his taste, Al had no interest in starting a new game. At least until his love for the Berserker faded, he was destined not to have any special interest in other paper figures.
The light turned red and the taxi carrying Al stopped at the intersection.
However, at this moment, a huge truck caught up from behind, with no intention of slowing down or braking. In a flash, the truck crashed directly into the taxi carrying Al.
Bang--!
The whole car went flying.
Al's eyes widened.
Car accident...
Another car accident.
Before the intense pain came, Al's eyes turned white and his consciousness was completely engulfed by the dazzling white light.
He didn't notice that the driver who was driving in front of him had a panicked look on his face, but his body was covered with a layer of white light. The next second, a ball of white data silently drilled into Al's head.
"Come on, let me draw the summoning circle. Jay, you recite the spell to summon the Heroic Spirit. I want the Berserker version."
The sounds that had appeared in my sleep reverberated in my head, like a TV series playing.
“…Is this true?”
"Of course it's true."
"Okay. But did you originally want to summon Berserker? I thought you would prefer Sargeron."
"Berserker is the romance of men!"
"Wow, that's a cool remark. Okay, then I'll go with Berserker."
...Good boy, you have good vision.
Even in the severe pain, Al took the time to give a thumbs up to those discerning chuunibyou boys.
Anyone who would say something like "Berserker is the romance of men" must be a good kid with vision and taste... Ahem, no, it hurts!
[Congratulations on binding to the COS Crossing System. Based on your personal situation, the system automatically adjusts to the Berserker COS System. Testing... Initial Berserker number: 5, randomly fusing initial Berserkers... Scanning host body data... Generating...]
As the mechanical electronic music played, every cell in his body began to scream. Al felt as if his entire body was being torn apart and crushed by a pair of invisible hands, and then reassembled into a new form.
…It hurts!
[Granting the host the frenzy attribute, frenzy D... frenzy B... frenzy A... frenzy EX...]
[Warning, warning, the frenzy value is too high, the frenzy value is too high...]
[WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!]
Al covered his head tightly, feeling that his brain was in chaos. A feeling of madness and determination to throw all the seeds into the ground gradually took over his mind. Along with it came an unfamiliar powerful force that almost tore his body apart from the inside.
The noisy system sound gradually faded away, and a quiet and pleasant voice came:
"...I wish to accomplish all the good deeds in the world, and I wish to eliminate all the evil deeds in the world..."
"Your eyes are filled with chaos, your mind is raging, and you are a prisoner of the rampage..."
"I am the one who holds the chain."
"Those who respond to the call of the Holy Grail and follow its will and truth, answer me."
The pleasant sound was like a lighthouse on the sea, guiding lost people in the right direction. Al subconsciously stretched out his hand and moved towards the direction where the suction came from.
During this process, Al's short black hair turned into long light-colored hair, his black eyes turned into blood red, and all his clothes turned into spirits, replaced by a set of red military uniforms.
Al touched the lighthouse.
The one who summoned him... is here.
He was going to see him now!
The electronic voice in my mind sounded again: [Fusion completed. Initial character - Angel in White, Nightingale. Initial level 40.]
Ahhh…
Ahhhhhh——
I am——Nightingale!
Saving the dying and healing the wounded is my mission. The wounded and patients are still waiting for me...
Yes, he smelled a new patient.
Now is the time to save the dying and the wounded!
In the darkness, two male high school students were standing and sitting, one standing in front of the summoning array and reciting the summoning spell, while the other was sitting beside it with his legs crossed, watching his best friend summoning the heroic spirit with a serious face.
They were surrounded by strange and bizarre spirits, all of which were born from the curse of this abandoned hospital.
The two DKs who came to exorcise the cursed spirits but took the opportunity to slack off and play the summoning game didn't take them seriously at all.
Perhaps they subconsciously understood how powerful they were, the cursed spirits only surrounded them, hesitating to try, and did not launch an attack rashly.
Gojo Gorao sat there with interest, muttering, "They can endure for so long, this group of cursed spirits must have a leader in command."
Kagome looked at the expired medical supplies placed on the summoning array as relics and sighed, "It's a pity that the summoning failed, Satoru."
Failure is normal.
After all, there is no Holy Grail in this world, let alone the Holy Grail War. Another very important point is that they are sorcerers, not magicians.
Just as Geto was about to leave the summoning array, the ordinary summoning array suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. Almost at the same time, a strong wind that could blow people up erupted from the center of the summoning array.
Xia Yujie's eyes narrowed.
"Rainbow Dragon!"
A huge defensive cursed spirit firmly protected the two male high school students. At the first moment of the abnormality, Gojo Satoru decisively opened his infinite defense and covered himself and his best friend in the protection range.
The atmosphere was tense, but a young man's voice came from the center of the summoning array: "Berserker, I respond to your summons, Master."
Gojo Satoru & Kayuki Kagome: “……?”
Berserker?
Berserker?!
Wait, is this a Heroic Spirit? This outrageous Heroic Spirit summoning ritual seems to have actually summoned a Heroic Spirit?!
How is this possible!
In the dazzling light, a tall man in red military uniform appeared.
He stepped on white boots and slowly walked out of the complicated summoning array. His long light-colored hair fluttered without wind, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on a certain point in the void. Every step he took seemed to be carrying a heavy obsession.
The Heroic Spirit said in a deep voice: "Let's save all the sentient beings together, Master. Even if it means taking their lives, I will definitely save them."
Kaguru Kaguru, who is suspected to be a Master: “……!”
He raised his hand in shock, and was even more surprised to find three red Command Seals on the back of his hand.
In the world of "Fate", the Command Seal is the exclusive mark of the Lord of Protection, which has absolute command authority over Heroic Spirits.
Command Spell?!
The Command Seal actually appeared? !
Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, and the six blue eyes behind his sunglasses fell on the Heroic Spirit, looking at him inquiringly.
——Wow, I actually summoned a Heroic Spirit!
The heroic spirit in red military uniform looked deeply at the two young men who summoned him, and then his gaze fell on the army of cursed spirits behind them.
The cursed spirit closest to him had a large white head that was shaking and seemed in danger of breaking off at any moment.
Ying Ling suddenly showed a look of deep pain and shouted, "Start emergency treatment immediately!"
As he said that, the Heroic Spirit pulled out a pitch-black pistol, pointed the black muzzle at the Cursed Spirit, and fired three shots without hesitation.
Bang bang bang!
After three gunshots, the white cursed spirit, which had undergone "emergency treatment," fell to the ground with a bang.
Ying Ling said with relief: "You have worked hard, please have a good rest."
Gojo Satoru & Kayuki Kagome: "..."
You call this - "rest"?!
The newly-minted Heroic Spirit did a side flip and threw a bomb into the group of Cursed Spirits with a serious look on his face. With a bang, a large group of Cursed Spirits and the walls of the hospital were blown apart. Amid the deafening sound of bricks collapsing, the righteous and solemn voice of the Heroic Spirit was heard: "Disinfection!"
The classic operation of the angel in white, Nightingale - hand, grenade, disinfection and poison!
The two young first-level sorcerers saw the mysterious intent in each other's eyes, so they tacitly decided to wait and see what would happen, and no one took the initiative to move.
Amid the continuous sounds of bombs and gunfire, the scene became a mess. Large swathes of cursed spirits were quickly exorcised. In the smoke and dust, the heroic spirit in red clothes and white boots eliminated all the cursed spirit minions and finally set his sights on the strongest cursed spirit boss.
The Curse Boss hiding behind the low-level Curse Spirits has sixteen abdominal muscles, eight legs, and eight hands, and looks like he is seriously ill.
The Heroic Spirit exerted force on his feet and rushed towards the Cursed Spirit Boss: "Anesthesia!!!"
Before he finished his words, he started punching the Curse Spirit Boss on his abdominal muscles.
Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola——!!!
"!!!"
Gojo Satoru was immediately shocked: "Jay! Look! It's the legendary physical anesthesia!"
Xia Yujie: “…”
The heroic spirit continued to shout:
"disinfect!"
"first aid!"
"Bandage it!"
"Stitch!"
He beat the Curse Spirit Boss into a pig head with a flurry of punches, then smashed the Pig Head Boss into pieces with his gun, and then fired ten shots in a row to try to revive the Curse Spirit. Finally, he lifted the hospital bed beside him high up and smashed it hard on the Curse Spirit's face, which had already lost its shape!
Bang--!
Everything finally returned to silence.
The heroic spirit in red clothes and white boots exhaled slowly, and a fatherly and loving smile spread across his young and handsome face, as if he had completed a sacred mission.
The Heroic Spirit announced with relief: "The treatment is complete. Please take a good rest, patient."
The cursed boss who was forced to rest: "..."
Under the loving gaze of the Heroic Spirit, the Cursed Spirit Boss uttered a faint groan and eventually turned into nothingness.
"Experience +10, Experience +10, Experience +10... Experience +200"
"Level up to lv.41"
Papapapapapa…
The two male high school students who had watched the whole process gave a silent round of applause to celebrate the successful conclusion of this devastating treatment.
I don't understand what happened, but...
——Is this Berserker? Love it!
Click.
The three of them looked up at the ceiling at the same time, and the next second, the devastated hospital collapsed, burying the two sorcerers and a freshly minted Heroic Spirit in the ruins.