Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Webber Velvet's magic bloodline only lasted for three generations, which was extremely rare and insignificant in the magic world.

Compared to those magician families with deep family heritage and passed down from generation to generation, Waver's background seems particularly humble.

With his unremitting efforts and love for magic, he successfully entered the holy land of the magic world - the Clock Tower.

In the Clock Tower, a place where bloodline and family background are important, Weber felt a deep sense of estrangement and injustice.

He often saw students from prominent families easily obtaining various resources and opportunities with the attention and expectations of their lecturers, while he himself was ignored because of his humble background.

The lecturers always taught their disciples from famous families with all their heart, but were cold to researchers like Weber, and even restricted their right to enter the reading room to read magic books.

Weber was filled with doubts and dissatisfaction.

He didn't understand why a magician's future should be determined by bloodline?

Why does the reliability of a theory depend on seniority and experience?

His questions were never taken seriously.

Whenever he presented his theoretical research, the lecturers would always use flowery words to perfunctorily deal with it, as if they had refuted his point of view, and then ignore him nonchalantly.

In such an environment, Waver felt helpless and angry about the current situation of the Clock Tower, and was also dissatisfied with famous teachers like Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

Although Kenneth is famous in the magic world, in Weber's eyes, he is the authoritative representative of the unfair system of the Clock Tower.

This contempt reached its peak after Kenneth rejected his thesis.

In Weber's nineteen years of life, there was no greater humiliation than this.

A trace of disgust flashed in Waver's eyes.

He took a deep breath and continued, "Those guys who only know how to show off their ancient bloodline, and those flatterers who hang around famous families all day long, what's the pity if they perish?"

His voice was calm, but his eyes flashed with mixed emotions.

When he said the word "destruction", his voice trembled slightly unconsciously and his right hand clenched.

Weber quickly realized his gaffe and forced himself to relax his fingers, trying to hide his inner turmoil.

Although Weber appears to be nonchalant, deep down he still longs for recognition and respect from his classmates and teachers.

These conflicting emotions churned in his chest, making him feel irritated.

He raised his head and said calmly, "If the El-Melloi faction declines due to the death of Director Kenneth, it can only be said that it is our own fault."

When he said this, his eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look directly into Chen Yu's eyes.

Chen Yu noticed Weber's abnormality and asked softly, "Aren't you sad?"

Weber shook his head subconsciously, his voice a little dry: "Not sad."

Chen Yu continued to ask: "Don't you feel heartbroken?"

Weber bit his lip and repeated, "No pain."

At this moment, Chen Yu suddenly pointed out: "Then why are your hands shaking?"

Weber looked down and found that his hands were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

He hurriedly hid his hands in his sleeves, but it was too late.

This small action exposed his true feelings, which was in stark contrast to the indifferent attitude he expressed.

Chen Yu stared at Weber, his tone gentle but sharp: "Although you say you don't care, you still care about me in your heart, right?"

This sentence seemed to have touched the most vulnerable nerve in Weber's heart. His body trembled violently, his legs softened, and he squatted down as if he had lost all his strength.

His hands grasped his hair fiercely.

"Waaaaahhhh..." Weber let out a painful sound, his voice full of despair and helplessness.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was bearing an unspeakable burden.

“What can I do?” His voice became hoarse and choked. “I am just a small shrimp. Even if I survive the Holy Grail War, it can’t change the fact that I am a weak chicken.”

Weber loosened his grip on his hair and let his hands fall limply at his sides.

He raised his head, tears of pain and self-mockery flashing in his eyes: "I have no money, no ability, no power, what can I do!"

His voice gradually rose, with a hint of hysteria: "Once Director Ken dies, the El-Melloi faction is doomed to fall apart! Now that things have come to this, what can I do?"

Waver stood up suddenly, waving his hands in the air. "Do you want me to atone for my sins by buying out the El-Melloi faction's assets? I'm penniless right now. I even had to borrow money from my classmates to participate in the Holy Grail War! How can I have so much money to squander?"

Chen Yu listened to Weber's confession quietly, his eyes flashing with a fox-like light, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "If you want, I can lend you money."

Weber was stunned, he couldn't believe his ears.

He blinked, trying to read something from Chen Yu's expression.

Chen Yu continued, his voice low and magnetic: "The premise is that you must promise me one thing."

Weber swallowed and asked cautiously, "What is it?"

Chen Yu's smile became more obvious, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Of course I'm going to pay it back! I don't want the money I lent to go down the drain!"

He paused, his tone turned playful, "Or do you want to owe money and not pay it back?"

Weber widened his eyes and looked at Chen Yu in disbelief.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down and he swallowed hard.

The shock in his heart left him speechless for a moment, and he could only stand there blankly.

He couldn't believe that one day he would be so rich and powerful.

"Are you...are you serious?" Weber finally found his voice, but it was still trembling. "Do you really want to lend me money?"

Chen Yu nodded with a mysterious smile on his face.

Weber took a deep breath and began to calculate rapidly in his mind.

His fingers tapped his thigh unconsciously and his eyes were wandering, obviously he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

"That's not a small amount. I estimate... it would cost at least a billion to buy the entire El-Melloi faction!"

When he mentioned this number, Weber's voice unconsciously rose a few notches.

When Chen Yu heard this astronomical figure, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He crossed his arms, his tone was filled with helplessness and ridicule: "Hey, are you really planning to eat till you're fat? I don't let you squander my money like this."

He paused, a sly look flashing in his eyes, "Can't you save some money? For example... buy an El-Melloi classroom or something? I'm just giving you a chance, not giving the El-Melloi faction a chance."

Weber frowned, obviously not happy with the proposal.

He shook his head, with a hint of disappointment in his tone: "A third-level lecturer-level classroom under the name of Director Kenneth? But... Director Ken is no longer here, what's the point of buying that?"

Chen Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, and a fox-like light flashed in his eyes: "You can go up and be a teacher. I feel that your ability is very suitable for teaching and educating people. Maybe you can become one of the four major evil forces in the Type-Moon world in the future!"

"Type-Moon World?" Waver looked confused. "What is that?"

Chen Yu realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, and quickly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment: "Ahem... nothing."

He quickly changed the subject, "So, do you want the money or not?"

When Weber heard this, it was as if a switch was turned on.

His eyes lit up instantly and he became extremely excited.

He nodded frantically, his voice becoming a little sharp due to excitement: "Yes! Yes! Of course!"

Not having money to return to London is a problem.

I just happened to meet a sucker, so of course I have to rip him off.

At this moment, Weber looked at Chen Yu with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Surprise, suspicion, and expectation are intertwined, as if watching a miracle of pie falling from the sky.

His eyes widened slightly and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to open his mouth.

However, Chen Yu's next words made Weber suddenly stunned: "But I don't have money now, but I will have money later."

"No money now?" Weber repeated subconsciously, frowning.

Suddenly, Rider's crude money-making plan flashed through his mind, and his eyes widened immediately, his voice rising in shock: "Are you planning to rob a bank too?"

"Robbery of a bank?" Chen Yu was also stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "That would be too much trouble."

Chen Yu gently shook the golden cup in his hand, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was discussing today's weather: "I plan to make a wish to the Holy Grail and take a look at the wishing mechanism of the Holy Grail."

"Holy Grail?" Weber's eyes were immediately attracted by the golden cup in Chen Yu's hand.

In fact, he noticed the golden cup in Chen Yu's hand from the very beginning.

But Chen Yu held it too casually, as if he were holding an ordinary trophy or ornament, without any of the solemnity that should be shown to a sacred object.

This made Weber suspect for a moment that it was just a replica.

"You said the Holy Grail was tainted and any wish would be distorted."

Chen Yu waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Naiyali purified the Holy Grail, otherwise she wouldn't have left it to me. Just stand here, I'll get you two oranges."

"tangerine?"

Weber didn't understand what Chen Yu meant by "father". When he wanted to continue asking, he found that Chen Yu started to make a wish to the Holy Grail.

He quickly shut up, fearing that he would disturb Chen Yu and make him angry.

If you don't lend yourself money, you will suffer a great loss.

Just as Chen Yu began to silently make a wish, Weber could not take his eyes off the Holy Grail.

At this moment, Weber was struggling violently.

On the one hand, he desperately wanted to obtain the Holy Grail, which was the treasure that could make wishes come true!

On the other hand, his reason told him that with his current strength, it was impossible for him to snatch the Holy Grail from Chen Yu.

In the end, Weber could only clench his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, suppressing the impulse in his heart, and watched Chen Yu use the power of the Holy Grail.

Chen Yu slowly opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings with a deep gaze.

Weber immediately came forward, his face full of anxiety and curiosity.

"How was it?" Waver asked impatiently, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "What wish did you make? Did it come true?"

Chen Yu did not answer immediately, but leaned over to look inside the Holy Grail.

He carefully observed every detail in the cup, and gently stroked the wall of the cup with his fingers, as if looking for some trace.

Then he stood up and searched his surroundings.

"Strange," Chen Yu muttered to himself, frowning slightly, "I just made a wish for a ton of gold to test the waters, but nothing seems to have changed here."

When Weber heard this answer, his eyes widened instantly and he looked at Chen Yu in disbelief.

His mouth opened and closed as if he was trying to process this information.

"You just... made a wish for a ton of gold?"

Weber's tone was filled with disbelief and a hint of annoyance.

His fingers unconsciously clutched the corner of his clothes, as if he was trying to control his emotions.

"The Holy Grail can only grant one wish, and you want a ton of gold?"

Weber's voice gradually rose, with obvious reproach, "Prodigal son! Do you know how big an opportunity you've missed?"

Weber began to talk endlessly about Chen Yu's "stupid" decision.

His eyes were gleaming with ambition, and he quickly listed his thoughts: "If I were to obtain the Holy Grail, I would wish to become famous throughout the world, so that those people in the Clock Tower would never dare to look down on me again. Or, I would wish to obtain endless wealth, which is much better than a mere ton of gold!"

Waver became more and more excited as he spoke, his cheeks turning red with emotion.

He kept shaking his head, as if lamenting the "waste" of the Holy Grail.

However, facing Weber's reproach, Chen Yu seemed unusually calm.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Don't worry, Weber," Chen Yu's voice was calm and confident, "Things are not what you think. Naiyali has changed the wish-granting mechanism of the Holy Grail."

Weber's complaints came to an abrupt end. He looked at Chen Yu in confusion, waiting for further explanation.

Chen Yu continued, with a hint of pride in his tone: "The Holy Grail is no longer limited to only fulfilling one wish. As long as there is enough magic power, it can theoretically fulfill countless wishes. I was just testing its ability..."

Before Chen Yu finished speaking, an inexplicable chill suddenly ran up his spine.

He looked up subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Weber also noticed something was wrong, and the moment he looked up, his expression suddenly changed.

In the night sky, a meteorite, trailing a long tail of fire, fell towards them at an alarming speed.

"Get out of the way!" Weber shouted and instinctively grabbed Chen Yu's arm.

Chen Yu immediately used Apparition to teleport Weber more than 200 meters. As soon as he landed, he felt the ground under his feet cracking due to the violent vibration.

With a loud bang, the meteorite hit the place where they had just stood.

The shock wave stirred up clouds of dust and scattered debris everywhere.

After the dust settled a little, Chen Yu and Weber approached cautiously.

A huge pit appeared before my eyes, and at the bottom of the pit was the meteorite.

Suddenly, a slight cracking sound was heard from the surface of the meteorite.

With a crisp sound, the outer rock shell shattered like an eggshell.

Dazzling golden light shone through the cracks, and as the outer shell was completely peeled off, a large piece of pure gold appeared in front of the two people.

Chen Yu looked at the sky, then at the Holy Grail in his hand, and suddenly said, "So this is how it was achieved?"

Weber was still sweating profusely. "Didn't you say that the Holy Grail has been purified? This way of fulfilling wishes doesn't look like it has been purified. If we hadn't run fast, such a large meteorite would have killed us directly."

Chen Yu blinked his eyes, revealed a mysterious smile, and slowly said: "It seems that making a wish with the Holy Grail still has some side effects. In fact, as a survivor of the Holy Grail War, I wanted to make a wish for you with the Holy Grail. Do you have any wishes that you want to fulfill?"

Weber was shocked when he heard this, and his face turned pale instantly.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his voice trembling: "No, no, no. Things like the Holy Grail should be kept away from me."

As he spoke, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

A polluted Holy Grail wish will come true in the form of a disaster.

Even though Chen Yu said that the Holy Grail was purified, not everyone is lucky enough to have their wishes fulfilled by a meteorite.

Seeing Weber's nervous reaction, Chen Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He sighed with pretended regret and said, "Alas, it's too late. I have already made a wish for you."

Weber's eyes widened and he asked nervously, "What? What did you wish for?"

Chen Yu deliberately dragged out his tone and said word by word: "I wish that you will grow 30 centimeters taller in the future."

"What?!!" Weber screamed, his whole body was stunned, and the expression on his face was wonderful.

Seeing Weber's stunned expression, Chen Yu finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He patted Weber's shoulder and said lightly, "Don't be nervous, I'm just teasing you. It's just a joke, you don't take it seriously, do you?"

Weber heaved a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but glare at Chen Yu and muttered softly, "This joke is not funny at all."