Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[75] Greece

[You were born an orphan.]

[You seem as if born amidst a battlefield strewn with corpses, awash with bloodshed.]

[Gaze around you...]

[Everywhere are corpses everywhere with mutilated limbs and arms, and bodies with twisted organs piled up and strange monsters.]

[There were ruins and broken walls on all sides, and there was blood and destruction everywhere. The air is filled with an aura of anxiety called war.]

[You blink, raising your hand to behold the speckled blood stains on your palm.]

["..."]

[A clenched fist, only filled with a soft and tender sense of powerlessness.]

[Tch.]

[It's... the tiny hands of an infant.]

[You lower your hand, expressionless, lifting your gaze towards the heavens, the glaring sun.]

[Perhaps it's the result of blood seeping into your pupils, even the sunlight takes on a crimson hue.]

[...Numb.]

[What a hellish start...]

[You already know that if this damn simulator gives you these three seemingly godly talents, nothing good will happen.]

"You bloody well know it..."

Reinhard opened his mouth as if to retort.

But unfortunately, Reinhard's infant vocal cords could only produce a hoarse cry at this moment.

And faced with such a grotesque sight, drenched in bloods, it was nothing more than a corpse, not terror-inducing, surprisingly.

However, the attempt to vocalize with the body of an infant made his breath involuntarily hasten.

Reinhard pondered for a moment.

Then he decided to keep his mouth shut.

[Crimson Fury] [Demon Sword Companion] [Limiter]

These phrases shaped in his mind, forming an image of a bloodthirsty swordsman, breaking free from restraints, embodying the spirit of Sparta.

He was the epitome of a fierce man.

But what's the price, Gul'dan?

Reinhard understood.

The system gives him talents according to the difficulty level of the simulation, previously he got the Ultimate Life Form and his opponent? Grand Servants!

The more difficult the simulation level, the more terrifying talents given by the system...

So...

What kind of monster can withstand such a vicious combination of talents he just acquired?

He didn't want to dwell on it, because right now he couldn't articulate in words how infuriated and enraged he currently felt.

Because...

Just three days...

Just three days... he had a loving reunion with his wife.

And this damn system... pulled him into the simulation!

Keeping him away from his wife again.

Damn it.

There's also the Mystic Eyes of Bloodthirsty.