Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

Trash protagonist, I can do it even if I do it!Author: Victoria

【brief introduction】

"Makoto Ito, not smooth enough." "Sakura Manji, too chuuni." "Shinji Matou, too ordinary." "Zig, useless."

"One thing I learned from my short audience career is that the more works I watch, the more I will discover the incompetence of the protagonist!"

"what do you want to say in the end!?"

"Trash protagonist, I can do it too!"

"Okay, you can do it."

"???"

Since then, the world has lost a keyboard man, and has gained a traveler who travels through different worlds.

"Fuck (Chinese-Japanese bilingual), let a seven-year-old child participate in the Holy Grail War, you are a fucking genius!" Only six years old, a harmless kelp with black lines all over his face.

Before he finished complaining, his father led a timid little girl over and introduced, "Shenji, from today onwards, she will be your younger sister, her name is Sakura, Matou Sakura."

Chapter 1 The Immortal Alchemist

The artillery fire raged, the roar of the explosion irritated the soldiers' eardrums, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The soldiers stared unblinkingly at the center of the Central Command courtyard, with nervous expressions and tight grip on the guns in their hands.

Dust filled the air, everything had returned to calm, and traces of battle remained in every part of the courtyard, as if after carpet bombing, no intact brick could be found.

In fact, there were only two people fighting here.

One is Kim Bradley, the President of Amistoris, and the other is Shure, the national alchemist who has the title of Immortal Alchemist.

The soldiers who were watching swallowed their saliva and looked at each other. No one dared to step into the courtyard.

Previously, all the soldiers who entered the atrium and tried to attack the President turned into corpses.

"Is it over? Who won!"

"This kind of battle... are they still human?"

"Don't panic! Everyone is ready to shoot! Don't let the President break through here!"

The soldiers hurriedly raised the guns in their hands. The weapons could not bring them a sense of security. The opponent was President Kim Bradley, a terrifying man who could rival an army of millions.

It didn't take long for the soldiers to finally see the courtyard clearly.

President Kim Bradley's body was pierced by more than a dozen rock spears protruding from the ground. His body below the waist was turned into a pile of rotten flesh. His expression was no longer as energetic as before, and his hair was frosty white. He seemed to have aged a lot. At ten years old, anyone could tell that he was just hanging on for dear life.

On the other side, Shure, the immortal alchemist, was pierced by a stabbing sword through the stone slab fixed behind his back, his body was covered with sword wounds, and he lost his right foot.

The bone-chilling pain stimulated Soul's nerves, and his eyes were fixed on the stabbing sword that penetrated his heart. This was the weapon of President Kim Bradley. It was strengthened by alchemy and made indestructible.

"Damn!"

Xiuer gasped, tremblingly raised his hands and clapped his hands, wanting to use his best body to heal his injuries.

Xiu Er's body has been strengthened by body alchemy, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he is no different from Superman, but he is still vulnerable to President Kim Bradley.

"Snapped!"

Putting his hands together, a weak blue light flashed, and the body training technique was activated, but it had no effect.

what happened?

"Haha...cough...it's useless, Xiu Er, I know that you are the best at physical training, and you can heal yourself no matter how severe the injury is, that's why you are dubbed the title of immortal alchemist, stabbing The sword that pierces your heart is a weapon made from the Philosopher's Stone to deal with you." President Kim Bradley, whose body was pierced by a rock spear, chuckled, although his tone was weak, he did not show fear, as if he Shocking injuries are not worth mentioning.

Weapons made from the Philosopher's Stone...

After several attempts, the body refining technique still had no effect. Along with the massive blood loss in his body, Xiuer felt that his physical strength was rapidly draining, and his body and consciousness were gradually swallowed by deep burnout, so he knew that there was no way to recover.

Xiuer closed his eyes and sighed in resignation, then he also laughed, shaking his head and laughing at himself: "It's really my honor, I can die on a weapon made of Philosopher's Stone, and the opponent is still you, President Kim Bradley .”

"Everyone thought you were only good at physical training." President Kim Bradley stared at Xiuer, whose body was aging rapidly.

In this battle, both sides tried their best. Xiuer exposed his trump card and used other alchemy techniques to achieve such an ending.

Xiure took out a blood-stained cigarette from his arms, snapped his fingers, took a deep breath and said calmly: "It doesn't matter anymore, please tell me your last words, Your Excellency, the President."

"Last words? I don't need that kind of thing. It's great to be able to face death like this. I will fight to the death. It doesn't matter my origin, status, experience, race, gender, name, anything. I don't need any restraints, not for anyone, only The battle is really hearty, and I am satisfied with this battle." President Kim Bradley closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

President Kim Bradley looked at Xiu Er in doubt: "It's you, Xiu Er, what are you yearning for, what are you hoping for, and why are you acting? In the past ten years of observing you, I have never come up with an answer. You are not a chess piece, nor a chess player, but more like a bystander."

Xiu Er's pupils were rapidly disintegrating, desperately wanting to take another puff of cigarettes, and laughed at himself: "For what? Probably the victory of the game."

"Victory of the game, ahem, interesting answer, do you regard your life so far as a game? The value you pursue, the meaning of existence here, and my battle are all the same. A game... Haha, if there weren't so many chores, we might be good friends. Although we have finished this life on a set trajectory, thanks to you humans, there is still some value." President Jin· After Bradley finished speaking, he didn't hear an answer. He raised his head with difficulty and saw that the immortal alchemist who had been stabbed through the heart by his own sword was dead. He had a calm expression on his face and a faint smile on his lips.

"I won this battle..." President Kim Bradley closed his eyes peacefully and declared the battle to be over.

After a while, the surrounding soldiers finally dared to gather around and inspect the bodies of President Kim Brad and Immortal Alchemist Xiu Er.

The soldiers looked at the immortal alchemist Shure who was nailed to the stone and saluted solemnly, and the chief sergeant tremblingly said: "Your Excellency Shure, the national alchemist, we will never forget your contribution to protect this country .”

"Everyone salutes!"

After a brief period of silence, another soldier reported that the main gate needed support.

The soldiers had no time to take care of it, and then participated in the battle to protect Armestorius.

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"Last words? If I want to say it, I probably didn't see the ending. In the end, I just played a supporting role who didn't survive to the end."

"The world of "Fullmetal Alchemist" is finally over."

In the pure white space, Xiuer smiled bitterly and talked to himself, his consciousness quickly received strange information.

"World clearance score: 71 (good)."

"Get 5 evaluation points."

"Currently holds 11 evaluation points."

Although he had expected it, Seul still couldn't help but cursed: "To achieve this level, study alchemy for more than ten years, and die at the same time as President Kim Blood to get a good rating!? Fuck you! It’s my uncle’s!”

I don't know what the evaluation points are used for. If the world clearance fails or the evaluation is insufficient, the points will be deducted, otherwise it will increase. The evaluation points will have different results when the evaluation points are 100 points and 0 points.

Putting aside 100, if the evaluation is 0, Shuuer can more or less guess the result, and he will definitely be wiped out like in the Infinite Flow novel.

"Couldn't the evaluation points be exchanged for some weird props for me?" Xiuer complained helplessly.

"The next world, "Fate/Zero"."

"Please select a role."

"Rin Tosaka, Sakura Tosaka, Shiro Emiya, Shinji Matou."

Choosing to travel through possessed characters is very important to clearing the world.

"..." Xiuer frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly said to himself, "Matou Shinji."

The Fourth Holy Grail War, four time travel options, Tohsaka Rin and Tohsaka Sakura were not considered due to their gender relations. Although Emiya Shirou is the protagonist, he was only a child in the Fourth Holy Grail War, let alone magic. .

After thinking about it, Matou Shinji is the best choice. Although he is a harmless villain in the original work, the actual conditions are quite superior. He is also a descendant of a magician. will die.

"Wait, the Fourth Holy Grail War!? How old was Shinji Matou at that time?"

As soon as this question popped into Xiure's mind, his vision went dark, and his consciousness quickly fell into deep darkness.

Chapter 2 What to do when time travel becomes a villain, wait online, hurry up!

In the quiet old house, the dim light from the lampposts was not enough to illuminate every corner, and the darkness became even deeper and darker, as if something was squirming and making a subtle noise.

This is a classical manor with a mix of Western architectural styles. The exterior walls of the building are covered with emerald green vines. The scenery that should look chic and elegant is inexplicably strange and full of lifelessness.

In the silent corridor, the bright moonlight spread through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the dark red carpet. Compared with the dim lights in the room, the moonlight was particularly clear.

A thin figure was passing by in the corridor, and the moonlight reflected his side. He was a little boy. He looked quite cute. His blue hair that fell to his forehead was slightly rolled up. His eyes were deep and calm. The little boy was holding a thick hardcover book in his right hand. , no matter how young he looks, he always gives people a calm and mature contrast.

The little boy was none other than Matou Shinji, the eldest son of the famous Matou family in Fuyuki City.

"Almost a year."

Matou Shinji raised his head and stared at Banyue outside the window, meditating for a moment, then turned his eyes to the end of the corridor, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the long and narrow shadows fluctuated with the sound of faint footsteps. A stooped old man walked with a cane come out.

The old man was wearing a kimono and was leaning on a cane in one hand. His stooped body was thin and skinny, and his wrinkled skin occasionally twitched strangely, as if there were worms wriggling under the flesh.

The old man's appearance was even more frightening, not much better than that of a skeleton, his eyes were pitch black, and his pupils were abnormally grayish white.

Matou Shinji knew that the black eyes and white eyeballs were a special kind of insect, and the body of the old man in front of him was no longer a human being, but made up of thousands of insects.

Matou Shinji lowered his eyes, concealed his calm eyes, pretended to be cautious and walked over, and greeted fearfully: "Good evening, Grandpa."

"Damn it!" Matou Shenji cursed inwardly, a chill appeared in his hands and feet, and the young child's body was instinctively afraid of the monster that was peeping at his life.

The old bug in front of him is a monster that has lived for hundreds of years. Its body and spirit have already decayed and lost its humanity. The more so, the more sensitive it is to the changes around it. too abnormal.

Before they completely tear each other's skins apart, Matou Shinji's identity must be maintained.

Jian Tong Zouyan looked up and down at his grandson Jian Tong Shen Er, and asked casually: "Oh, it's Shen Er, why haven't you slept so late."

Matou Shinji replied cautiously: "I accidentally missed the time while reading in the study. I want to become a qualified magician as soon as possible and bear the name of Matou."

"yes."

Matou Zangyan leaned on his crutches with both hands, smiling and appreciating: "Haha, yes, this is the consciousness you should have as the heir of the Matou family. The Matou family is a famous magic family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. In terms of magic accumulation, it is not inferior. As a Western noble, study hard and one day you will become an outstanding magician, but you cannot imitate your cowardly and incompetent uncle and evade your responsibilities as a member of the Matou family."

Speaking of Matou Shinji's uncle, Matou Zouyan's face trembled slightly, and his tone was mixed with anger and disappointment.

"Yes, Grandpa." Matou Shinji replied hesitantly.

"Shenji, if you have anything you don't understand about magic, you can ask me."

"I understand, then I'll go back to the room to rest first." Matou Shinji replied weakly, passed by Matou Zouyan, and could faintly smell a peculiar stench of insects through his nose.

Matou Zouyan stared at the corridor where Matou Shinji left, his strange worm pupils flickered with strange light, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice murmured to himself in puzzlement: "What the hell is going on, why did such a big change happen to Shenji's body... ···”

"It's a pity that although his character is better than Kariya's, his qualifications as a magician are still too low."

Matou Zōyan stretched out his right hand, and an insect the size of a fist broke open the skin of his arm. After emerging from the flesh, it flapped its wings and flew in the direction where Matou Shinji left.

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Matou Shinji returned to his spacious room, there was only a bed, a bookshelf and a desk inside, a small amount of furniture made the room look too empty.

Shinji Matou, who was less than six years old, sat at the desk and continued to study the books about magic in the Matou family collection. The contents were all recorded in English, with some undecipherable coded languages ​​and old English mixed in.

After studying for a long time, Matou Shinji closed the book and sighed in his heart: "Damn magician, is it necessary to do this? If you don't want future generations to inherit your magic knowledge, don't leave this book behind. Some code languages ​​cannot be used at all. Decipher it, God knows whether the magic content recorded in this book is true or false.”

The current Matou Shinji has experienced the baptism of several worlds, suppressing his irritability, and judging the correctness of the content in the book through his own understanding of magic.

Matou Shinji glanced out of the window, the glass window was facing a tree, it was a corner that the lights couldn't cover, and ordinary people couldn't see anything abnormal at all.

Matou Shinji's sharp eyes blurred and saw a fist-sized bug lying on the tree trunk, motionless, like a dead thing.

"Sure enough, that old bug hasn't let go of its surveillance." Matou Shinji remained calm.

It has been a year since Matou Shinji crossed over. During this period of time, Matou Shinji changed his previous style of being a child and asked to learn magic. He spent almost every day reading and studying.

The sudden change in Matou Shen'er's temperament will naturally attract the attention of the head of the Matou family, Matou Zouyan. He is an insect manipulator, and he will control insects to monitor Matou Shen'er in his spare time.

The old worm Zouken Matou is a very complicated character. From the point of view of a magician, he is undoubtedly a very good existence. In terms of his attitude towards his family, Zouken Matou is considered tolerant.

"No, to be precise, it should be indifference." Matou Shinji revised his evaluation of Matou Zouyan in his heart.

Matou Zouken could not care about Matou Kariya escaping from his responsibility as a magician, or he could happily watch him die after being tortured. In his already decayed spiritual consciousness, the only evaluation of his treatment of others and family members was The standard probably only has two words: value.

For 500 years, he hated the decaying soul and body, but feared that he would die without accomplishing anything. Over time, he formed a distorted obsession, and used his obsession to judge the value of the world for himself.

Matou Shinji knew that his abnormal changes would arouse suspicion, but he could not care so much. Matou Shinji was six years old this year, and the Fourth Holy Grail War was only less than a year away. He had to do everything within this period. Become a master.

Magic is the key, even if it is only half-level, it doesn’t matter. The level of the Master of the Fourth Holy Grail War is uneven. Even a guy like Ryunosuke Yusheng who has no knowledge of magic can be selected. As Matou Matou Shinji, a member of the family, also has a great chance.

A few points that need to be stated.

First: I am a semi-setting person, so the setting of this book is relatively strict, but everything should be based on my personal standards.

Second: Although I know that the Fourth World War is a relatively old-fashioned world, try to write new ideas. What is certain is that this time the Fourth War will have three servants replaced by other servants. The ranks are Lancer, Berseker, Caster.

Guess who the protagonist will summon?