Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 807: You have been kicked out of the server!

"Hmm?"

As the Holy Grail began to take form, Fang Mo immediately noticed. "Has it descended already?"

"Damn… damn it!"

On the other side, Rin Tohsaka also saw the Grail's appearance, but her expression turned grim. At this point, there was almost no one left who could stop Fang Mo. If he obtained the Grail, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"Damn it!"

Shirou Emiya understood the gravity of the situation. Someone had to stop Fang Mo. His Servant was already gone, so he gritted his teeth and prepared to rush forward. But just then, a hand grabbed him. He turned to see Kirei Kotomine.

"Father, you—"

Shirou was visibly confused.

"Don’t go yet." Kirei Kotomine had a calm, calculating expression. "That Grail has problems. Let him touch it."

"What?"

Shirou was taken aback and instinctively looked toward Rin, as if seeking her opinion.

"What scheme are you up to this time?" Rin frowned, her tone full of suspicion.

Her attitude toward Kirei was particularly hostile, especially after Fang Mo’s earlier revelation that it was Kirei who had killed her father, Tohsaka Tokiomi.

Though Fang Mo might have been lying or trying to manipulate her, Rin had always felt uneasy about Kirei, so she found it hard to trust anyone now.

"I'm just trying to resolve this disaster," Kirei replied calmly. "I am, after all, your teacher. Why not trust your master this time?"

"Then why did you—"

Rin started to press further, but at that moment, Fang Mo had already lifted the Holy Grail, causing him to freeze for a second.

In the next instant, the Grail in Fang Mo’s hand began to bubble and churn.

The term "bubble" referred to what was inside the Grail. The once regal and gleaming golden cup was initially empty, but as soon as Fang Mo touched it, thick black and red sludge began to surge from its interior, rapidly spilling out.

"What…?"

Fang Mo put on an exaggerated expression of surprise, and then his entire body was engulfed by the black sludge.

"What’s happening?" Shirou asked, bewildered by what he was witnessing.

In fact, it wasn’t just him—Rin’s eyes widened in shock as well. She could sense the intense malice emanating from the black mud. This was clearly no ordinary phenomenon.

If she had to compare, the sensation was similar to the magical energy radiating from Sakura…

But Sakura’s transformation was caused by that strange apple. Why was the Grail releasing something so sinister?

"This is the embodiment of All the World's Evil."

While the two were still confused, Kirei Kotomine began to explain. "No Servant, except for the noblest of kings, can escape its grasp. That unknown creature has already lost." 𝔯𝔞₦Ǒ𝐁Ê𝘚

"What?"

Rin spun around to glare at Kirei. "So you knew something all along! Explain yourself—what’s really going on here?"

"This all goes back to the last Holy Grail War," Kirei began to say calmly as he silently drew several Black Keys. His eyes gleamed like a hawk’s as he fixed them on Shirou and Rin. "Now, where should I start? Ah, perhaps with that wretched Mage Killer…"

…

Meanwhile, in the midst of the roiling black sludge, Fang Mo was curiously examining the golden Holy Grail in his hand.

The black mud was trying to corrode his body, and from Steve’s perspective, he could see his health bar flashing while a pile of debuffs appeared.

But Fang Mo’s defense was too strong.

His crystal matrix armor nullified almost all the damage.

Even the negative effects like blindness and poison were suppressed by the armor’s abilities.

"This stuff… it kinda feels like shit."

Fang Mo played with the golden Grail, unable to resist making a joke.

Yes, with the Grail constantly spewing black mud, it resembled an overflowing, broken toilet. However, Fang Mo wasn’t really concerned with that. He wasn’t like Drax, obsessed with bizarre fantasies involving the Grail. What truly caught his interest was the Grail’s wish-granting function.

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If he remembered correctly, after a victor was determined, the Grail would initiate a mental connection with them.

Just like how it had once dragged Kiritsugu Emiya’s consciousness into an alternate space to reveal its true nature.

But after all this time, Fang Mo hadn’t been pulled into such a space.

"Maybe it’s because I’m not a participant?"

Narrowing his eyes, Fang Mo speculated. Logically speaking, the last remaining participants were Rin and Saber, so he technically wasn’t eligible to make a wish.

He wasn’t here to play nice, though.

Since soft methods didn’t work, Fang Mo went straight for brute force.

He activated his dimensional powers, and his eyes gleamed with white light.

The Grail’s protective mechanisms were useless against him. In an instant, his consciousness invaded the Grail, transporting him to a void-like space.

Inside that void stood a white-haired, red-eyed woman with a twisted, insane smile.

"You—"

"Shut up."

Before she could finish, Fang Mo slapped her hard across the face. "Open the gate and let me in."

Most people might have been confused if they were suddenly transported here, but Fang Mo had read the source material and knew this wasn’t a person at all.

This was the Grail’s own self-awareness, once the vessel for the Einzbern family's Holy Maiden of Winter. However, after absorbing Angra Mainyu, the Grail had been corrupted into an evil, twisted persona that delighted in tormenting the winners of the Holy Grail Wars.

Take Kiritsugu Emiya, for example.

He had nearly been driven mad by the Grail’s illusions here—forced to repeatedly kill women, his daughter, and others, even if they were mere fabrications. It had been a mental torment.

Fang Mo wasn’t afraid of this thing, but he certainly found its tricks annoying.

He didn’t think he had any deep psychological issues, but as someone who loved gaming, he didn’t appreciate being subjected to illusions of someone constantly hurling insults at him. It would drive anyone mad, even someone like Bruce.

Since this was the embodiment of evil, Fang Mo saw no need for courtesy. He decided to fight fire with fire, showing this thing who the real villain was.

"You…"

The Grail’s consciousness was clearly stunned by the slap and tried to retaliate, but Fang Mo easily grabbed its throat. "What’s wrong, little Grail? Can’t understand human speech?"

The Grail’s consciousness struggled.

But the next moment, it froze.

It suddenly realized that the man before it was reversing the flow of control.

Normally, it would invade the victor’s mind, using their memories to craft twisted illusions and drive them to madness, ultimately granting their wish in the most perverse way possible.

But this person… was doing the opposite.

He wasn’t just invading the Grail’s consciousness—he was invading the entire Holy Grail system.

With a power beyond comprehension, he was forcefully deciphering and analyzing the logic of the Third Magic. It was as if he wasn’t even interested in making a wish but instead was studying how the Grail itself was constructed.

"W-what are you!?"

Now, the Grail’s consciousness was truly terrified, screaming in panic.

But Fang Mo didn’t bother responding. He had already unraveled the inner workings of the Grail system, and with a flick of his wrist, he snapped the consciousness’s neck like it was nothing.

"Just as I thought."

Recalling the structure that had just emerged in his mind, Fang Mo nodded thoughtfully.

His guess had been correct—the Grail’s wish-granting system was deeply flawed. Still, there were plenty of aspects worth studying. This trip hadn’t been in vain.

Across the multiverse, many objects were labeled as wish-granters.

Items like Dragon Balls, the Holy Grail, the Hōgyoku, and even things like the ‘What-If Phone Booth’.

Leaving aside fanservice comics, in terms of wish-granting functionality, the Holy Grail was far inferior to the Dragon Balls. In essence, it was a crude computational engine fueled by massive magical energy.

If you wished for something like immortality, strength, or wealth, the Grail would tap into its vast reserves of magic and, using the Third Magic—materializing souls—attempt to fulfill your wish.

But if your wish was to change the past or save a lost nation, the Grail couldn’t handle that. Fang Mo’s desire to return home was similarly beyond its capabilities—at least, without tapping into the Grail’s secondary function.

That secondary function was the true purpose behind the Grail’s creation by the Three Founding Families.

By using the magical energy of the returning Heroic Spirits, they sought to break through the World’s boundaries and reach the Root of all things.

This so-called Swirl of the Root.

Theoretically, it was the 'Akashic Records' or the source of all knowledge in the 'Fate' universe.

According to the magus’s theory, reaching the Root would grant omniscience, and with that, omnipotence. You could rewrite reality and bend the laws of cause and effect. At that point, any wish could be granted.

"The Root, huh…"

Fang Mo pondered briefly. It might be worth checking out.

His consciousness delved deeper into the Grail, finding the twisted hole fixed by the black mud.

As soon as he saw the hole, a system notification rang in his mind.

[System Alert: New module feature detected. Studying may unlock download permissions.]

"Wait, I can unlock modules from this?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo grinned. He hadn’t expected such a windfall—he’d hit the jackpot.

"A Root-sourced upgrade… Nice, this is going to be fun."

Muttering to himself, Fang Mo reached out with his manifested hands and grasped the hole tightly, shoving his consciousness into it. In an instant, his mind was engulfed by a vast and overwhelming ocean of information, causing him to momentarily lose focus.

Steve’s avatar appeared automatically.

Steve’s eyes were glowing white, and his aura became cold and detached.

It felt as though something incomprehensible and intangible was being drawn into Fang Mo’s body.

As the process of absorbing… or consuming continued, the divinity within Fang Mo and Steve grew ever more profound. Underneath their human exterior, something formless and bizarre took shape, a myriad of colors flickering between light and dark like a strange new force feeding their power.

And within the haze, Fang Mo’s consciousness glimpsed a vast, endless blue vortex.

It was larger than the universe itself, as if it contained the truths of existence. But somehow, Fang Mo felt a sense of familiarity.

It was a strange feeling.

Like… browsing through the server’s configuration files.

The vortex flowed with a serene, endless stream of light particles, gleaming like a galaxy. Each particle seemed to correspond to a different law, order, or truth.

Guiding his consciousness toward the particles, Fang Mo tried to analyze them.

But just as he did, a cascade of system alerts exploded in his mind like thunder.

[System Alert: Basic Mystery Module download initiated.]

[System Alert: Craft of Mystery Module download initiated.]

[System Alert: Advanced Mystery Module download initiated.]

[System Alert: Extended Mystery Module download initiated.]

[System Alert: Domain of Mystery Module download initiated.]

[System Alert: Mystery…]

In an instant, countless system notifications bombarded Fang Mo’s mind. The sheer number of overlapping alerts made it impossible to keep track of how many modules were being unlocked.

"What the…?"

For the first time, even Fang Mo was taken aback. "No way, this Root is insane…"

But before he could finish that thought, the vortex shuddered violently. All the color drained from it in an instant, and Fang Mo felt as though his consciousness was being stretched infinitely.

When he came to his senses, he was once again submerged in the thick black mud.

The Holy Grail was still spewing black sludge, but when Fang Mo reached out again, the passage leading to the Root had disappeared.

"Wait…"

Fang Mo blinked in surprise.

"Did it just kick me out?”