CHAPTER 1.10 - CORRUPTION AND MOCKERY

Somewhere in Fuyuki, deep underground and sealed by numerous bounded fields and hard rocks, an orb pulsed like a hearth. With each pulse, it emitted an intimidating, corrosive red mist. Cracks, with insidious glowing light, spread out from the orb, resembling human veins.

The orb housed the corrupted Grail, within which resided a furious Angra Mainyu. He was close, so damn close. He could still feel it—the sensation of omnipotence, power, and corruption. He had almost become the true evil the world desired him to be. Yet, it had all been taken away from him. Damn it!

The surrounding rocks shook under the immense power being released.

But it wasn't over yet. He still had a chance. It was a temporary setback, a momentary lapse. Patience was his only virtue. In a way, this was a blessing in disguise. The meddling of the former Grail and its limitations were no more; he was in total control. All he needed was a lesser Grail and fixing the damn wish-granting system.

Now, should he build one himself or wait for those idiotic magi to construct one for him? Both options would take some time. Decision, decision. He also needed more magical energy. The leylines surrounding him were no longer sufficient. What should he do?

...Ah, he had it—the best renewable resource of magical energy one could easy get from anywhere: humans. Now, he just needed to figure out how to obtain it. Should he summon servants himself to do the dirty work? Not possible at the moment, unless he wanted to strain his already half-falling-apart corrupted Grail.

The Corrupted Grail hummed.

If he couldn't summon one, he would create one instead. He could utilize the remaining recorded Saint Graph data in the Grail to construct a pseudo-servant. It was time to get to work.

Judging the concept of crystallization legends.

Hypothesizing the structure of spirit cores.

Duplicating the spirit's container.

Imitating the soul's origins.

Sympathizing with the recorded graph.

Reproducing the accumulated experiences.

Excelling in every rebirthing process.

A dark figure slowly rose in front of the corrupted Grail. Its shape kept shifting from one form to another—a man, a woman, tall, short, big, small. It was both one and many simultaneously. This abomination was born out of Angra Mainyu's resentment and spite for the world. It needed a name, and so Angra Mainyu bestowed upon it a fitting name

Servant's Mockery.

The dark figure, now known as Servant's Mockery, knelt in a display of obedience. The corrupted Grail and Angra Mainyu released another tremor, as if laughing at the world that would soon be consumed by destruction.