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

An armed helicopter appeared majestically amidst the dense forest, under Koyanskaya's command. This massive product of modern technology bared its fangs, the mounted machine guns spewing countless rounds of ammunition.

Gilgamesh was engulfed in a storm of bullets, the asphalt road beneath him riddled with holes from the relentless barrage. Li Mo watched as the armed helicopter materialized in the sky, then positioned itself parallel to the road for more precise attacks.

"Queen of arms dealers."

Koyanskaya acted much like a merchant selling military hardware—pistols, submachine guns, and even heavy machine guns flowed effortlessly from her grasp. Moreover, she never worried about ammunition depletion; only mana mattered to her.

Through *NFF Special Services*, Koyanskaya unleashed an endless arsenal. The skill allowed her to summon firepower support from NFF, providing everything from light firearms to heavy artillery. Even her Noble Phantasm manifested colossal war machines summoned directly from the same source.

What exactly was NFF?

Koyanskaya explained it as her own company—a creation born out of necessity. Li Mo couldn't pinpoint its exact nature, only vaguely recalling fragments of her past from his research before entering this world. Who would've thought *Fate/stay night* would feature Koyanskaya, a Beast-class Servant? Yet it all made sense: Medea used her "Master identity" as the medium to summon Koyanskaya.

*Beast Authority*: A skill that transformed her Master into a viable "relic." 

"Another mana crystal gone to waste," Li Mo muttered. Medea's ability to draw mana directly from the Root fascinated him. According to her, his body resembled something closer to ancient humans rather than modern ones. Living in the current era without adaptation could prove fatal—an upgraded form of "culture shock."

Now, Li Mo supplied mana for three Servants. Among them, Koyanskaya and Medea consumed vast amounts during combat, while Cu Chulainn required significantly less.

Li Mo possessed several mana crystals, courtesy of Medea's knack for conjuring large ones from the Root at will. Though inferior to her prowess, he managed to produce enough. Exploiting human lives to extract mana crystals? That was low-tier magi behavior.

"This Holy Grail War can end here."

He saw clearly—the moment Medea summoned Koyanskaya, giving him two Servants under his command, the odds swung heavily in his favor. With alliances secured through Sakura Matou, Shirou Emiya, and Rin Tohsaka, the war had lost all suspense. It was akin to a competitive game where one team held an insurmountable lead.

He had nearly guaranteed victory, especially after wresting Cu Chulainn's contract from Kotomine Kirei. The Irish hero harbored no loyalty toward the priest and showed no resistance to switching sides.

If things went smoothly, persuading Illyasviel von Einzbern would align all seven Servants under one banner. The sole wildcard remained Gilgamesh.

Convincing the King proved impossible. If this were Caster-class or a younger version of Gilgamesh, negotiation might be feasible. But Archer-class adult Gilgamesh...

Since friendship wasn't an option, Li Mo decided not to mince words.

Li Mo monitored the battlefield closely. Cu Chulainn and Koyanskaya kept Gilgamesh occupied, but no decisive blow seemed imminent. The King wielded treasures from his golden vortex with ease, each emerging with devastating velocity.

Kinetic weaponry—simple yet brutally effective. Precisely why such attacks were hardest to counter.

Cu Chulainn drew most of Gilgamesh's attention head-on, while Koyanskaya pelted him with suppressive fire from the side. Yet the King's Gate of Babylon overflowed with defensive Noble Phantasms, rendering their assault insufficient.

"Medea should arrive soon."

At the sight of Gilgamesh, Li Mo made another decision. Dispatching his shikigami to Mount Enzo, he summoned Medea despite knowing it would disrupt her research on the Greater Grail. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

The distance between here and Mount Enzo wasn't far. Enhanced by Li Mo's magic, the shikigami traveled swiftly as ethereal beings. Their speed ensured timely delivery of the message.

As expected, Medea arrived instantly beside Li Mo—not via etherealization but through spatial transference. Using the connection between Li Mo and his shikigami, she teleported directly to him.

Koyanskaya and Cu Chulainn had bought her ample time to join the fray.

"Please, Medea-san. Assist me in the battle against Gilgamesh. Before you do, lend me your magical enhancements."

Li Mo's intentions were clear—he aimed to act as the unexpected variable, striking when opportunity arose.

"As you wish, my dear Master."

With those words, Princess of Colchis and sorceress Medea unfurled her cloak, ascending skyward to join the fight. Her presence shifted the tide. No longer did Gilgamesh appear invincible.

Through Medea's enhancements, Li Mo's physical capabilities rivaled those of a Servant. Breathing techniques honed over years flowed naturally within him, preparing him for what lay ahead.

Li Mo didn't fear direct confrontations. In fact, his toughest battle thus far had been one such encounter—with Yibazuo, the demon who ate women. Punches landing squarely, using "force nullification" alongside raw physical strength, was an experience he hadn't anticipated. Yet passion drove him forward.

Fortunately, that battle ended in victory—for all his wounds and near-fatal injuries, Li Mo emerged triumphant.

He wouldn't mind replicating that intensity now. Especially since he was about to level up, healing even grievous injuries would become trivial. In dire situations, exchanging wounds for survival was always an option.

From the hillside, concealed by trees, Li Mo conserved his energy. Gilgamesh likely detected his presence as a Master—but dismissed it entirely. After all, Masters posed little threat compared to Heroic Spirits.

This blindness worked in Li Mo's favor.

Patience defined his approach. Watching Gilgamesh's every move, he waited for the fleeting moment when opportunity knocked.

Perhaps mere minutes later…

It came.

In the next instant, Li Mo burst forth like a hunting cheetah, leaving nothing but afterimages in his wake!