I Stole All of Gilgamesh's Weapons and Sold Them for Cash

Ye Han opened his eyes and found himself transmigrated into the world of Fate. He had almost no magical energy, but his body was as hard as divine steel.

The Holy Grail War began. Seven Masters fought, and Heroic Spirits clashed, while he couldn't even conjure a fireball.

Mocked by Goldie from the start, he caught Saber's sword with his bare hands as it came crashing down. “What a hunk of scrap metal. You call that a sword?”

He unexpectedly gained a golden finger and summoned a young maid named A Zhi, who was soft and adorable, and could only crouch in a corner to build up strength.

The longer she charged, the more explosive her power became. A single slap could split mountains and seas, and no one dared go near her and interrupt.

While others cast spells with magic, he kicked Berserker away with his fists. Sharp-tongued and ruthless, he even stole Goldie's weapons to sell for cash.

While A Zhi counted ants, he charged headlong into battle, breaking the sword of the Sword Dork three times and collecting Red Archer's pile of swords as scrap metal.

When the seven families joined forces to hunt him down, he sprinted off with A Zhi on his back, laughing as he fought. “Come on! Let me show you what a close-combat mage can do!”

On the night the Holy Grail descended, everyone held their breath. Ye Han sneered. “Girl, we're done here.”

His palm came down, and the world fell silent. The Holy Grail was reduced to dust.

Others relied on bloodlines and rituals. He spent seven years charging up, shattered the rules with one punch, and climbed to the summit by trampling on the dignity of the gods.

From then on, a new saying spread through the world of Fate: Don't mess with that lunatic carrying a little girl on his back.