Hi, this is my first attempts to try writing a fic. This chapter isn't complete yet. Please give reviews

Warning! Bad grammar and vocabulary

UBW flashback

"I shall grant you this. As of now, you're POWERFUL!" Gilgamesh said as he leaped to avoid the incoming attack from the faker. The struggle proved to be in vain. Eventually, the sword was slung down, slashing the hand in grasp of the unknown weapon.

The world of brown has ceased to exist. The blond man is now where he was before—standing before the faker

"You may have won this battle, but it means nothing if you couldn't last until the end." A portal of golden light appears, revealing a rather average-looking sword that the likes can be found anywhere. Reaching towards the sword, the man grasps it in his hand, which then he lifts slowly until reaching his height.

"Now, die in your satisfaction, Faker."

Yet, before Gilgamesh could even move to end the faker's life, a ball of twisted madness appears from within the man's missing arm. The pressure was so great as the ball smothered with darkness is now sucking everything on its way. The jaw-dropping scene shocked Gilgamesh even more as he questioned the ridiculous attempt to himself.

"This stupid grail. Does it not know that a servant can't be made its core!?" Cursing toward the grail as he summoned a certain chain of gold. The chain then was plunged and extended in a direction as it found its way, clinging to the faker's arm. "Plant your foot's ruffian, at least until I get to there! I am not planning to die today!"

Gilgamesh is in a situation that will decide his life or death in this war of servants. Grabbing tightly to the chain, decidedly, trying to survive the calamity became the number one priority he had in mind.

Somehow, an arrow was shot from an unknown location, desperately making its way to the blonde. Finally, the arrow collided with the man's head, brutally struck into the man's forehead penetrated deep in the skull.

Before losing his consciousness, he did catch a glimpse of a man in red holding a bow. Seeing how he had a pose of an archery in action making Gilgamesh fully certain of the mongrel who had sent the arrow to his head.

"Archer..." Gilgamesh mumbles his last line before he thoroughly sucks into the ball of darkness. Leaving no remnants left behind.

Unknown to him, Gilgamesh was now in a place different from the one he's before. As the result of a twisted calamity brought by the grail, which then sent him to a place that felt familiar to him, at the same time unfamiliar. That which, he was in another dimension and time.

"Foolish grail, not only did it was so bold as to make me its disgusting vessel, somehow making me stranded in this place which I had no memories of."

Gilgamesh was in a bad mood, frowning, thinking of the events that happened before he was brought here. To think all those worthless lumps of people have given him troubles. The nature of that itself was an insult to the Great King of Heroes.

Calming himself, Gilgamesh starts to think of the situation he is in right now. The grail by any means had succeeded in sending him into another dimension, one with a far different timeline from which he once ruled.

But how? He didn't know. Hence, Gilgamesh tried to think of all the possibilities by racking his brain to its fullest. Even as he dives deep into the sea of knowledge residing within his memories, he can't even find out the cause of his transmigration.

That's left him with the last theory he would come up with.

The Second True Magic - is a magic that allows the user to jump between parallel worlds.

On the spur of the moment, something clicked in his mind. His thought had stopped abruptly after finally reaching a conclusion, ending the riddle that was playing in his head by the moment.

"Fufu...HAHAHAHA!!!. That damn old geezer. So he wasn't lying when he proposed that ridiculous deal to me." Gilgamesh's laughter filled the surrounding. However, rather than being furious at the one who caused this mischief, he was greatly amused by the man's doing. Never in the glory of his life would he expect a magic considered to be one of the most powerful and frightening. A magic that can cause absolute destruction in its own way and change the very essences of the world to be used in an idiotic and absurd plan prepared by none other than the bearer, Wizard Marshall itself.

Flashback*

It was the end of the day as the orange mixed with red colors of the scenery was entirely swallowed by the darkness of night. The stars can be seen hanging in the sky can be rephrased like the dots of white lights covering the atmosphere of black.

By now, Gilgamesh was in the church. Chilling his back on the throne he had summoned from within the Gate of Babylon. In his hand was a glass filled with high-quality alcohol of red. Shining as the reflection of night light made its way to the glass.

"Cowardish mongrel, did you believe your little skill of stealth will not go unnoticed in the presence of a King?" Gilgamesh spoke, which sounded more like a statement rather than a question.

"Reveal yourself at this instant, or I'll rip you apart for the crime of bothering me in my rest," Gilgamesh said threatening the person in shadow, seemingly irritated by its presence.

"My King, I have no intention of hiding myself from you." The man comes out from the shadow, revealing an old man in his fifty. His whitish hair and beard haven't gone unnoticed as they reflected the somewhat oldish looks the man had. The old man wore a ludicrous attire of suit which suits his elegant appearance.

The old man continues with his introduction. " My name is Zelretch. Some called me the Wizard Marshall, a few call me with the nickname of Zelretch's of the jewels, and lastly, I'm also known as the bearer of the second True Magic, Kaleidoscope. I have come in your presence tonight to propose a deal that will benefit you heavily in the future or, to be exact after you meet your demise in the upcoming Fifth Holy Grail War."

The man continues while having a smirk, tensing up the wrinkles on his face, which now have the looks of malice written all over it.

"Please do me a favor by BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF THOSE IGNORANT DEVILS."