Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

**Where is the enemy's Spiritual Core?** 

The heart had already been pierced, the head split open. Limbs, internal organs... 

How many times had he killed the enemy? 

The answer was unknown. 

Because Li Mo hadn't bothered to keep count. 

Who would have the presence of mind to record such meaningless numbers in the middle of a battle? 

Could the enemy's Spiritual Core be **mobile**? 

Li Mo knew well that the Spiritual Core was the heart of a Servant. Destroying it would immediately force the Servant to retreat, just like a human dying from a pierced heart. 

"I cannot die. Within the **Greater Grail**, I am immortal. My kin, you are truly foolish. As a Servant who has already died once, do you think I still have any fatal weaknesses? 

I didn't expect it to take you so long to figure out such a simple question. Is your **intelligence** any different from that of a primitive ape?" 

The **Black Grail** sneered. 

This being, who shared the appearance of Irisviel, manipulated the black mud, transforming it into **ribbons** for combat. She even summoned black mud birds as familiars to attack. 

During the battle, Li Mo had discerned that these **methods** were based on the black mud, using magecraft as the means to **condense** them into form. 

This magecraft was familiar to him—he had seen it in Ilya's hands. It belonged to the Einzbern family. The **Black Grail**, having inherited Irisviel's memories, could also use the Einzbern family's magecraft. 

"I am not your kin." 

"Oh? If you're not like me, then how are you **contesting** control? Moreover, you're absorbing my existence." 

Li Mo didn't falter at her words. In the prolonged battle, he swung his weapon mechanically, as if each strike was second nature to him. 

His swordsmanship had been etched into his bones. The techniques of **Sun Breathing** had become second nature, and Li Mo even felt that his speed with the **Third Form** could rival that of its creator, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. 

It was simply a matter of **practice makes perfect**. 

The **Black Grail** was the perfect opponent. Her combat skills weren't particularly refined, but she relied on her position within the **Greater Grail**, drawing on its endless **mana** to sustain herself. She used her immortality to wear him down. 

Li Mo's condition was similar. As he absorbed the black mud, his energy was continuously replenished. His body never felt fatigue, though mental exhaustion was inevitable. 

The mental pressure mainly came from the **impact** of the black mud. Once he realized that the nightmares in his heart couldn't crush him, the enemy began to reveal the **malice** of humanity. 

The malice of one individual toward another. 

This was the self-harm inherent in the human race. 

"I am different from you, Avenger. From beginning to end, I am myself. My **personality** belongs to me. Yours is borrowed, taken from Irisviel." 

Irisviel was dead. 

Her **personality** and memories had been **replicated**, giving birth to the Avenger before him. 

The **Black Grail**. 

"Oh? Our **essence** is the same. We are both evil." 

"This world isn't simply black and white. I am a shade of **refined gray**." 

"No, this world is black and white." 

The **Black Grail** was unwavering. 

Li Mo fell silent. The **Black Grail**'s **personality** came from Irisviel, but her **essence** was still Angra Mainyu. The name Angra Mainyu came from Zoroastrianism, representing the god of darkness, one end of the duality of good and evil. 

Zoroastrianism **promotes** the concept of "dualism," where good and evil are **absolute opposites**. 

As the **Black Grail** had said. 

In their eyes, there was only black and white, with no room for a third color. 

Li Mo said, "This is the greatest difference between us. If it were Irisviel herself, she would understand that the world is **gray**. Bad people can do good things, and good people can do bad things. There's no such absolute opposition." 

Humanity was **complex**. Despite belonging to the same species, they could have countless personalities. 

Differences in **position** and perspectives meant that people were always influenced by their **subjective opinions**, coloring **objective facts** with their own hues. 

A shade of **refined gray**. 

This was how most people understood the world. 

"We are indeed different." The **Black Grail** understood. Even if the two shared similar traits, their **essence** determined their differences. 

It was a difference in **worldview**. 

The **Black Grail** adhered to Angra Mainyu's perspective, believing the world was a **duality** of good and evil, black and white. This belief remained unchanged, even with Irisviel's **personality**. 

Li Mo, on the other hand, didn't believe in absolute good and evil. 

This **conflict** was **fatal**. Especially since the two were already on **opposite sides**. 

Li Mo's thoughts raced. He knew the conflict between them was unstoppable. 

No, it had been unstoppable even before the battle began. 

He had been searching for a way to **thoroughly kill** the enemy. But upon reflection, it seemed that simply destroying the **Greater Grail** from the outside would have been the best choice. However, that would have prevented him from taking that crucial step. 

The fox's tail swayed behind him. 

It was a tail grown from the **Authority of the Beast**, nourished by the black mud, allowing him to grow exceptionally well. 

He had absorbed enough. Should he try to escape now? But how could he leave? 

With the **Black Grail** attacking, Li Mo didn't have much time to think about how to escape. Should he follow Gilgamesh's example and make the enemy contradict herself, forcing her to expel him? 

The conversation had reached a dead end. 

Li Mo licked his lips. 

It seemed he was in the worst possible situation. More importantly, the system's **task** hadn't been completed yet, so he couldn't rely on its power to leave. 

But... perhaps he wasn't in **desperation** after all? 

He faintly sensed the presence of a **kindred spirit**. Li Mo smiled and looked at the **Black Grail** standing before him. The dark Irisviel had a **seductive charm**. 

Yet, the **coldness** on her face sent chills down his spine. The **Black Grail** had become an emotionless existence. 

To her, Li Mo, who denied the "dualism of good and evil," was a **great enemy**. 

The **Tengu's Eye Katana** once again sliced through the blood-red **ribbons** transformed from the black mud, following a perfect curve to strike Irisviel's body. 

Then— 

He heard her voice. 

"**Manifestation of All Falsehoods**." 

A Noble Phantasm. 

Li Mo had almost forgotten. The **Black Grail**'s true form, Angra Mainyu, was a Servant. 

And as a Servant, she would have her own Noble Phantasm. 

Almost the moment she spoke, Li Mo felt pain. A wound appeared on his chest. 

Was it a Noble Phantasm that **reflects damage**? 

Li Mo immediately understood her Noble Phantasm. Such a Noble Phantasm, which gave her the upper hand in a one-on-one battle, was indeed **disgusting**. Combined with her immortality, it was doubly so. 

If she had used this Noble Phantasm earlier, he would have been in trouble. 

But now... 

He cast a healing spell, and the wound on his body began to close. 

Despite being at a disadvantage, a smile crept onto his lips. 

"What—?!" 

A pristine hand, ignoring the **Black Grail**'s Noble Phantasm, pierced through her chest. 

Even more terrifying, the **Black Grail** found she couldn't heal. 

She turned her head and saw a beautiful fox lady. 

As if reading her thoughts, the secretary lady with glasses spoke, "Not a fox, but a rabbit."