"Have you ever seen what Heaven's Fall looks like?"
As Gilgamesh launched his attack, Fang Mo slowly drew back the massive Heaven's bow in his hands.
He didn't even activate the Nether Beacon within himself or draw upon the power of Aetherlight. He simply relied on his own strength to pull the brilliant, multifaceted string of the bow. Yet, even with just Fang Mo's physical power, the Longbow of the Heavens amplified his strength, generating a blinding, infinite chaos arrow. This wasn't something a mere Heroic Spirit projection from the Holy Grail War could withstand—perhaps not even a Grand Servant in their true form could survive this shot.
Gilgamesh's expression changed instantly.
"What is this thing?"
Disbelief spread across his face as he stared intently at the bow. "Impossible to identify, incomprehensible, beyond understanding... Even my treasury doesn't contain the prototype of this? No! Impossible! What is this weapon!?"
"What's wrong? Why do you look so shocked?"
Fang Mo asked with a smile, "Are you really that surprised to see an Archer with a bow?"
"No! That's not it!"
Gilgamesh frowned, then seemed to realize something. "This isn't a creation from this world! You're not Archer... What exactly are you!?"
"You're familiar with the origin of the Grail's black mud, right?"
Fang Mo asked abruptly.
"Hmm?"
Gilgamesh, who had ties to Kotomine Kirei, the overseer from the Church, was aware of this subject. "You mean Angra Mainyu... All the world's evil?"
Indeed, that was the origin of the black mud within the Holy Grail.
Originally, the Greater Grail was a system designed by the Einzbern family, built upon the leylines beneath Fuyuki City, intended to serve as a medium and broaden the effects of the Third Magic, Heaven's Feel, of the Holy Maiden of Winter.
Everything was proceeding smoothly, and the Greater Grail remained pure until the Third Holy Grail War. At that time, the Einzberns broke the rules and summoned a rogue Servant, Angra Mainyu, the embodiment of all the world's evil. After being defeated and absorbed by the Grail, Angra Mainyu's malice polluted the once-pure vessel.
Although Angra Mainyu's name originates from the dualistic Zoroastrian demon king, the entity summoned was merely an unfortunate individual forced to bear that title. Weak in strength, its only trait was carrying the name of all the world's evil.
"Actually..." Fang Mo continued as Gilgamesh pondered the situation, "I'm somewhat similar to that entity."
"All the world's evil?" Gilgamesh's brow furrowed deeply. "You're another rogue Servant summoned in violation of the rules? Did that Tohsaka brat break the rules?"
"No, no, you misunderstood."
Fang Mo shook his head with a smile. "I'm carrying something similar, but instead of 'all the world's evil,' I bear 'all the world's joy.'"
"...Huh?"
Gilgamesh was utterly bewildered. "What did you say?"
"I am the one who bears all the world's joy." Fang Mo explained seriously, "I wasn't lying when I mentioned that one of my true names is 'Hitler,' meaning 'Hope,' 'Special,' and 'Joy.' Of course, you can also call me by another title... the Lord of Delight."
"What nonsense is this?"
For a moment, Gilgamesh didn't know whether to believe him. "How could something like that exist?"
"Humanity is a diverse species. If they can give rise to malice, why can't they give rise to joy? In fact, humans actively seek out joy."
With that, Fang Mo dramatically declared, "Come forth, you seekers of pleasure! Incomparable sweetness awaits you! Desire, pride, pain, indulgence—the extremes of all things! Embrace joy, laugh freely, and dedicate yourselves to the great Lord of Delight! Surrender to the Fourth Calamity of the multiverse! Surrender to me, the Lord of Joy!"
"..."
Gilgamesh was at a loss for words, utterly dumbfounded.
"Oh, and by the way," Fang Mo casually added, raising his endless celestial bow once again, "the reason you can't recognize this weapon's prototype is because I'm not from this planet. I transcend the primordial, existing among the stars as a forbidden entity. In my eyes, you're no different from an ant..."
"You...!"
Gilgamesh's shock turned into fury.
The light passed through everything, leaving only silence. It continued on its trajectory, slicing through a mountain and even piercing the atmosphere, leaving a black void in its wake.
At that moment, Tohsaka Rin stumbled over, disheveled but unscathed.
"You..."
She pointed at Fang Mo, as though wanting to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Finally, she sighed in resignation. "...Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Fang Mo casually put away the Longbow of the Heavens. "But I doubt that's the question you really wanted to ask, is it?"
"I..."
Rin opened her mouth but quickly gave up, sighing in frustration. "Forget it. I guess it can't be helped."
"Why do you women always beat around the bush?" Fang Mo complained. "I wish you'd stop playing coy with your words and—"
"You...!"
Rin glared at him, suppressing her irritation, before finally explaining, "I was going to ask you to hold back. I wanted to question the previous Archer about my father, but he's too strong. I couldn't risk your safety for my own interests."
"Oh, that?"
Fang Mo nodded. "Don't worry, he's not dead yet."
"...What?" Rin looked shocked. "He's still alive after that? His vitality is ridiculous... You should probably finish him off just to be safe!"
"Relax, I only missed because you distracted me."
Fang Mo waved his hand dismissively. And it was true—he had been aiming at Gilgamesh, but when Rin shouted, he had turned his head and shot off target.
But even so, Gilgamesh was likely on death's door.
After all, the Longbow of the Heavens was no joke. Even beings like Saitama and Carloso couldn't withstand its full power. Though Fang Mo had only used a fraction of its strength, the bow's power was still significant. Even a glancing blow would be lethal.
"Is that so?"
Rin sighed in relief. "That's good. Now I can ask him about my father."
"You could've just asked me."
Fang Mo replied. "I told you not to underestimate my intel network, but you didn't listen."
"You never share any of the information you gather!" Rin snapped, though her frustration quickly turned into curiosity. "...Wait, do you actually know about my father?"
"Of course. Tohsaka Tokiomi—the source of all mistakes."
Fang Mo shrugged, recalling an old saying. He couldn't remember who coined the phrase, but it went, "It's all Tokiomi's fault."
"The source of all mistakes? What does that mean?"
Rin frowned but quickly shook her head. Instead, she asked the question that had been bothering her the most. "Did you find out the truth about my father's death?"
"Yeah."
Fang Mo nodded. "He was stabbed to death by that priest, Kotomine Kirei, with a small knife."
"What!?"
Rin's eyes widened in shock. She had always found Kotomine Kirei suspicious, but she had never imagined that he was the one who killed her father. Even now, she struggled to accept the truth. "That... That can't be true! Kirei was my father's apprentice and a priest! How could he possibly...?"
"He's a fake priest."
Fang Mo replied confidently. "Think about it. He didn't go around stabbing little boys; he stabbed your father. Does that sound like a real priest to you?"