100: The global rankings have been revealed, and it turns out that someone who stole the country actually wanted to steal Fufu?

Over the past few days, the global internet has completely exploded.

Twitter, TikTok, Weibo, Reddit—all the servers are screaming.

Arguments that "Science is dead, Magic shall rise" are reaching a fever pitch.

Amidst this fanatical binary opposition, a post titled "Global Servant Combat Power Rankings (Unofficial Fan Version)" quietly climbed to the top of the trending lists on various forums.

This is not just a list.

It is a powder keg igniting the vanity and jealousy of netizens across all nations.

[T0 Tier (God Level): Rider Newton, Assassin Uchiha Madara]

[T1 Tier (National Level): Saber Li Bai, Archer Roosevelt, Ruler Jeanne d'Arc, Crow God (China)]

[T2 Tier (Tactical Level): Berserker Shuten-dōji (Retired), Caster Furina]

As soon as this list was released, it immediately set the global internet ablaze.

Some were happy, while others were naturally distressed.

Especially the netizens of the Stick Country, who had been suppressing their anger, instantly broke down and began spamming the post.

Seoul, South Korea.

On the Naver forum, a sour smell wafted up, the scent of fermenting kimchi detectable even through the screen.

"Shibal! Why? Why doesn't our Republic of Korea have a Servant?"

"This is unfair! We have five thousand years of history! We have Admiral Yi Sun-sin! We have Dangun! Why doesn't the Holy Grail respond to our summons?"

"Unfair! This is definitely racial discrimination! The Holy Grail War is discriminating against us!"

"The system must be bugged! I'm going to petition the Blue House!"

"I'm so envious of China! It's so jealousy-inducing! One Li Bai isn't enough; they also have a Furina and even a Crow God! They have three!"

Amidst countless threads of impotent rage, one comment was upvoted to the top.

"Actually, I think Caster Furina is very suitable for us."

"Everyone, look closely: Miss Furina is a superstar who loves the spotlight and the stage. Isn't that the perfect embodiment of our K-pop culture?"

"Exactly! That Magic City in China has no idea how to appreciate Miss Furina's art! Only in Seoul, in Gangnam District, can she receive true superstar treatment!"

"I suggest launching a global petition to invite Miss Furina to Seoul for a tour! Once she's here, we'll find a way to make her stay! After all, she seems to love desserts, and we have the best cafes!"

Such shameless remarks quickly drew onlookers and ridicule from netizens worldwide.

"The Stealing Country is at it again?"

"Last time they stole the Dragon Boat Festival, and now they want to steal the Hydro Archon? Aren't they afraid of drowning?"

"Fur-fur: Thanks for the invite, currently in Magic City, don't ping me, afraid of being stolen."

Meanwhile, on the banks of the Ganges.

The Indian netizens displayed a completely different kind of mysterious self-confidence.

They turned their noses up at the list.

"Heh, a bunch of mortals."

"Meteorites? Gravity? What's that?"

"When our Great God Shiva descends, the entire universe will restart just by him opening his third eye!"

"Once Lord Vishnu's avatar appears, these so-called Heroic Spirits will be nothing but dust!"

"They haven't descended yet only because the Holy Grail thinks the current opponents are too weak to be worth our great deities' intervention!"

This method of spiritual victory forced onlookers to give a thumbs up and say, "Drinking too much Ganges water really goes to your head"... Tokyo, Sakura Country, Nagatachō.

"Holy Grail War Countermeasure Headquarters".

Inside the massive circular conference room, Sakamoto Masao stood before the main screen with a cold expression.

"Reporting, Your Excellency Prime Minister."

Sakamoto Masao bowed slightly, but his back remained ramrod straight.

"Over the past seventy-two hours, we have utilized all technical means."

"Satellites, high-altitude drones, ground sensor networks, and all the intelligence resources we could mobilize."

"The conclusion is, we cannot find him."

Defense Minister Matsumoto couldn't help but speak up.

"Director Sakamoto, are you saying we can only passively take the hits?"

Sakamoto Masao turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over Matsumoto.

"Yes, Minister Matsumoto."

"Until we find his Master—or rather, until he finds his Master—we can only passively endure all his actions."

"How can this be allowed!"

Matsumoto slammed the table.

"We are a nation! Not lambs to be slaughtered!"

A cold arc curled at the corner of Sakamoto Masao's mouth.

"Then, may I ask, Your Excellency Minister, do you have any brilliant ideas?"

"I..."

Matsumoto was instantly speechless.

The conference room fell into a suffocating silence.

The Prime Minister, sitting at the head, picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam, but didn't take a single sip.

His gaze never left Sakamoto Masao's face.

"Sakamoto-kun."

The Prime Minister's aged voice rang out.

"You must have your own thoughts."

Sakamoto Masao faced the Prime Minister again and lowered his head deeply.

"Yes."

"I do indeed have a plan."

"An... unconventional plan."

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Sakamoto Masao raised his head and said word by word.

"Since we cannot find him."

"Then let him come to us."

"What do you mean?"

"Uchiha Madara is an extremely conceited individual; he craves a stage, craves an audience, and craves for the whole world to witness his concept of 'peace'."

A crazed light flickered in Sakamoto Masao's eyes.

"The Hiroshima incident is the best proof."

"He didn't let the meteorite fall directly; instead, he made it hover in the air, announcing his plan to the whole world."

"What he needs is not simple destruction, but the fear and attention of the entire world that comes with it."

"So, my plan is..."

He paused, adding emphasis to his tone.

"To use global media to publicly address him."

"What?!"

The conference room was in an uproar.

"Sakamoto! Are you crazy? Publicly addressing a terrorist? This will make us the laughingstock of the world!"

"This is admitting our incompetence! It's surrendering to him!"

"Where is the nation's dignity!"

Facing the indignant opposition, Sakamoto Masao's expression remained unchanged.

"Everyone, dignity isn't given by others; it's earned through strength."

"Right now, do we have strength?"

He asked in return.

"Our military force is vulnerable before him, and our intelligence system is practically non-existent."

"The only thing we can do now is exploit the weaknesses in his character."

"We give him the world's largest stage and invite him to step into the spotlight."

"Is this called surrender?"

Sakamoto Masao sneered.

"No."

"This is called 'luring the snake out of its hole'."

The Prime Minister set down his teacup, which made a soft clink against the table.

The conference room immediately went quiet.

"In whose name?"

The Prime Minister asked.

"Kishimoto Masashi."

Sakamoto Masao answered without hesitation.

"He is the author of naruto and the source of the 'concept' of Uchiha Madara. Although we have already cleared him of suspicion of being a Master—"

"—having him step forward is most appropriate."

The Prime Minister closed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

"Approved."

"Proceed as you've suggested."

Three hours later.

Inside a windowless interrogation room of the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office.

Manga artist Kishimoto Masashi, who had been under tight surveillance for several days, was "invited" to a chair by two men in black.

His face was haggard, his eyes sunken, completely devoid of his former glory as a top-tier manga artist.

Sakamoto Masao placed a printed document on the table in front of him.

"Mr. Kishimoto."

"Next, you need to face the camera and read this statement in its entirety."

Kishimoto Masashi looked at the script, his hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"I... why should I do this?"

"I don't know anything!"

Sakamoto Masao leaned down, leaning close to his ear, and said in a volume only the two of them could hear.

"Because this is for the future of Sakura Country."

"And for your own future as well."

Half an hour later.

An unannounced emergency live broadcast was suddenly inserted into the news channels of all major global media.

In the footage, Kishimoto Masashi sat behind a podium, his face deathly pale, reading from the script into the camera in an emotionless tone.

"I, as the creator of the image of Uchiha Madara..."

"...express deep regret for Mr. Uchiha Madara's recent actions in the Hiroshima area."

"We believe that Mr. Uchiha Madara's original intention was also to pursue a kind of peace."

"It's just that the method... was somewhat extreme."

"Hereby, on behalf of myself and at the request of the relevant parties, I hope to have a friendly dialogue with Mr. Uchiha Madara."

"To jointly explore the... possibility of maintaining world peace."

The broadcast stopped abruptly there.

The screen instantly went black.

Global public opinion, after three seconds of dead silence, completely exploded.

[Sakura Country Government Yields to Terrorist!]

[Unprecedented! A Nation Publicly Pleads for Dialogue with a Transcendent Criminal!]

[Is this a diplomatic disgrace or a pragmatic strategy?]

[LOL, Kishimoto Masashi has become Lord Madara's spokesperson? What kind of hellish joke is this?]

Online, emotions of ridicule, anger, confusion, and schadenfreude intertwined into an ocean of information.

Sakura Country's image in the international community plummeted... Shinjuku Ward.

This is one of the most prosperous areas in Tokyo, but now, half of the area remains in ruins.

Cordon lines were drawn layer upon layer, strictly forbidding any civilians from entering.

But in the center of the ruins, atop a skyscraper of which only half remained.

A figure was quietly suspended in the air.

He wore dark red laminated armor, his long black hair dancing wildly in the night wind.

It was indeed Uchiha Madara.

But his current state was very peculiar.

His body exhibited a translucent Spirit Form state, making him completely invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people.

With his arms crossed, he looked down coldly at the lights of the city beneath him.

Directly in front of him, on a surviving giant LED advertising screen, Kishimoto Masashi's speech was playing on a loop.

Watching the middle-aged man trembling before the camera, a disdainful arc curled at the corner of Madara's mouth.

"Creator?"

A low, raspy voice echoed in the night sky, unheard by anyone.

Within Madara's crimson Sharingan, the three Tomoe rotated slowly.

He did indeed possess memories regarding this "author."

That was knowledge of the present world bestowed by the Holy Grail.

But he didn't care.

To him, whether it was the plot in the manga or the so-called "settings," they were all merely footnotes on the path to that ultimate goal.