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Book 6: Chapter 29:1: 8 vs. 4 with the Referee on Our Side, How Could We Lose? Part 1

Book 6: Chapter 29:1: 8 vs. 4 with the Referee on Our Side, How Could We Lose? Part 1

Chen Heng’s performance during the math exam was unremarkable this time. He diligently worked through every problem on the draft paper, not just filling in the answers he knew were correct.

Chen Heng wasn’t foolish. He wouldn’t simply write down answers without calculating, lest he draw undue attention from the Special Affairs Bureau.

Nevertheless, Chen Heng finished his math exam early despite taking his time. Out of boredom, he decided to check out Yakumo Yukari’s livestream. He only lasted ten seconds before covering his eyes and exiting, deeming it too hard to watch, which explained why Yakumo Yukari restricted her stream to adults.

He Who Knows Fate: I’m at the college entrance exams, and it’s so dull. What are you guys up to?

One Punch Baldy: You must be the only administrator in this group, right? Hello, I’m Saitama.

He Who Knows Fate: Greetings, Teacher Saitama! I’ve heard a lot about you.

He Who Knows Fate: By the way, why don’t you change your display name?

One Punch Baldy: I like it this way. Names don’t matter to me. After all, my hero name is Caped Baldy.

He Who Knows Fate: Master Saitama, you really are easygoing, huh?

One Punch Baldy: Why do you keep calling me “Master”? A few others in this group do the same.

Umaru-chan: Master Saitama, haven’t you watched your own anime?

One Punch Baldy: No, I feel that watching it might ruin the fun of the future for me. I just want a good fight right now.

He Who Knows Fate: Master Saitama, have you ever thought you might miss out on some supermarket discounts this way?

One Punch Baldy: …Point taken. I’ll go watch it.

He Who Knows Fate: Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! I was just saying. Points really have some strong purchasing power.

One Punch Baldy: That’s a separate issue!

Lord of the White Night: …Saitama, how about you come over to my place after a while? I have a strong opponent you can fight.

One Punch Baldy: Is it that Azi Dahaka you mentioned this morning?

Lord of the White Night: Yes.

One Punch Baldy: A final trial that only a human hero can defeat and is essentially evil? Oh, I can feel my strength surging!

Lord of the White Night: Hold on. It’ll be a while. The storyline here has only just reached the Rise of the Fire Dragon Festival.

One Punch Baldy: Okay, then. Just remember to call me.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Damn it! This Holy Grail Carnival won’t allow the Master to join! This is outrageous!

Self-Centered Elder Sister Shiki: If I let the Masters join, would the Heroic Spirits have any chance to play?

Herrscher of Pufferfish: You have no right to speak, cheater! Even though you are the organizer, you are playing in the game and not allowing the Masters to participate.

Self-Centered Elder Sister Shiki: Well, rules are rules.

He Who Knows Fate: Has the Holy Grail War started? I thought the Holy Grail War only took place at night.

Time Witch: Elder Brother Heng, this isn’t the Holy Grail War but the Holy Grail Carnival. A carnival held at night doesn’t make sense, so Root moved it to the daytime on a whim.

Workaholic Gil: I watched a bit of the livestream you guys put up for the Holy Grail Carnival. Although there’s a Ruler maintaining fairness, it’s not fair at all.

Workaholic Gil: First, there is a worthless Caster on the other team. Gilles de Rais couldn’t move upon seeing Jeanne d’Arc and even got subverted secretly. Then, their Assassin was so scared upon seeing our Assassin was the First Hassan that his knees were shaking.

Vengeance Witch: Do you think I wanted this? Gilles de Rais didn’t know about me at first; I’m certain of that. However, he suddenly recognized me later for some reason. Was it you who messed things up, Root?

Self-Centered Elder Sister Shiki: It wasn’t me. I did nothing. Stop making baseless accusations.

Efreet: Root is just trying to win by cheating like crazy. Not to mention the organizer’s personal participation, even summoning King Hassan in a regular Holy Grail War is absolutely absurd.

Time Witch: Regardless, the first day of beach volleyball has ended, and we achieved a sweeping victory.

Umaru-chan: That wasn’t beach volleyball; that was murder volleyball, wasn’t it?

Herrscher of Pufferfish: I don’t understand what you’re saying.

Kazuma the Brute: Volleyballs creating sonic booms aren’t just any volleyball. How is it not murder volleyball? The volleyball remained intact only because it was of such high quality. Otherwise, how could it have lasted the entire match?

Self-Centered Elder Sister Shiki: For that, we have to thank Chuuni Glitter for sponsoring the Noble Phantasm volleyball.

Workaholic Gil: Ahem! Ahem!

He Who Knows Fate: It’s a pity I missed the livestream. I think I was taking a nap at that time.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: It’s alright, Elder Brother. You can watch the replay of the livestream.

He Who Knows Fate: Replays aren’t as exhilarating as watching the livestream.

Time Witch: Elder Brother Heng, I’ll make sure to notify you when our next game starts.

He Who Knows Fate: I’m counting on you, Luo Li.

Time Witch: Yes, don’t worry.

Herrscher of Pufferfish: Tsk.

Although Chen Heng verbally expressed no interest in watching the replay, due to the dull waiting time, he…

Holy crap, swimsuits!

Damn it! I’ve never seen Ryougi Shiki in a swimsuit before.

My side served first, and since this was just a recreational game and we couldn’t even muster enough players, expecting the professionalism of a professional team was out of the question. A professional team would have 14 players, involving all the Masters. If we involved the Masters, the other team would really be doomed.

This was a fair eight-on-four match. The enemy’s Caster was on our side, and their Assassin was completely terrified by our Assassin and couldn’t even stand firm.

The enemy’s Archer, Gilgamesh, had no interest in participating in this game. No matter how Tohsaka Tokiomi persuaded him, he refused and almost came to blows with his Master.

Thus, the pitiful red team seemingly had five Servants to rely on in the battle, but in reality, they also had the hidden traitorous Caster.

However, what caught Chen Heng’s attention were the breathtaking sights when the female Servants jumped.

This is pure enjoyment!

Jeanne d’Arc looks truly amazing, and Medusa isn’t too shabby, either. However, why didn’t King Hassan agree to take off his clothes? Eresh-chan is absolutely adorable, especially her embarrassment over her swimsuit.

So, with everyone’s efforts, the red team managed to achieve a glorious failure.

They had internal strife, external threats, and an unfair judge; how could the red team possibly win?

Chen Heng was not concerned with how they won, focusing instead on how they played. And the male Servants? Why bother watching them?