Type-Moon Simulator: Starting by Winning Over a Greek Goddess! Author: Eternal Desire
The counterfeit Holy Grail War in Snowfield City was about to begin.
Having transmigrated into Type-Moon, Moran wondered how he could clear everything in one life!
Waiting online, urgent!
Ding! The Life Simulator had been successfully activated!
You drove out the foreign Olympian Twelve Divine Machines and, hand in hand with the Earth Mother Goddess, forged a new nation and mythology.
You were the lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunnhilde, and the King of the Earth beloved by Crimson Moon.
You were the final King of the End of the Age of Gods. By yourself, you stopped the Age of Gods from fading away and allowed Age of Gods Britain to endure to this day.
Behind that dazzling, glorious simulated life...
What Moran faced was—
Arcueid: "Didn't you say you'd come pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why did you run off to participate in the Holy Grail War?!"
Artoria: "Elbow! Come back to Britain with me!"
Ereshkigal: "Moran! What's with all these women?!"
Watching one beautiful confidante after another close in.
Moran felt that this would be the hardest Kidney Grail War in the world.
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London. Clock Tower.
This was a place regarded as holy ground by countless Magi.
It could be called the heart of the Mage's Association.
The Wandering Sea and Atlas Alchemical Institute were the other two great powers alongside the Clock Tower, but both remained hidden from the world.
So there was nothing wrong with saying that the Clock Tower represented the Mage's Association.
The most cutting-edge magecraft knowledge in the world was gathered here.
Yet in the student dormitories of this highest institution for Magi, Moran lay listlessly on his bed.
"Ah..."
Moran let out a deep sigh.
In short, he was a transmigrator.
When he had first learned that he had transmigrated into the Type-Moon world, he had felt excitement and exhilaration.
But as time passed, reality had doused him with cold water.
Moran's parents had died in an accident while researching magecraft, not even leaving behind a Magic Crest for him.
For a Magus, that was a devastating blow.
Without a Magic Crest, he would have to start from scratch and put in a hundred times the effort to walk the path his ancestors had once taken. Otherwise, he might not even reach the level of an ordinary Magus.
Fortunately, when God closed a door, he opened a window.
Moran's parents had been ordinary Magi.
However, his mother had possessed the bloodline of a prestigious magecraft family. She herself had gone unnoticed only because of her poor aptitude.
That prestigious magecraft family was called Edelfelt.
It was a famous magecraft family located in Finland, the Land of Lakes in Northern Europe, known as the "Scales That Measure Ore."
Moran knew this magecraft family very well.
As a veteran Type-Moon fan, he knew Luvia—the golden drill-haired girl known as the "most elegant hyena in the world"—came from the Edelfelt family. She and Rin Tohsaka were also a pair of cheerful rivals.
When Moran's parents had both died.
The Edelfelt main family had sent someone to help, assisting him with all sorts of matters.
Perhaps out of consideration for Moran's parents, they had even agreed to his request to study at the Clock Tower.
That was why Moran had been able to remain at the Clock Tower.
It was also one of his few strokes of luck.
"Although Edelfelt is willing to sponsor my studies, that's only because I'm related to them by blood..."
There was a trace of weariness in Moran's voice.
He understood that Edelfelt was merely investing in him at this stage.
Once the goodwill born from their blood relationship had completely faded away, Edelfelt would no longer pay attention to him.
In the world of Magi.
Edelfelt was already being exceptionally generous.
Examples of sons killing fathers and fathers killing sons were everywhere among Magi. Family affection was worth nothing in the world of magecraft.
Edelfelt, on the other hand, had its own principles.
As for Moran, the Magic Circuits in his body were rated as only slightly better than those of an ordinary person, and he had no magecraft theory knowledge worth mentioning.
His future could practically be seen at a glance.
Even Moran himself had no expectations for his future.
Much less the Edelfelt family that supported him from behind the scenes.
"The counterfeit Holy Grail War in Snowfield City..."
Moran muttered as he stared at the pure white ceiling.
Half a year later, a Holy Grail War would be held in Snowfield City, America.
That would undoubtedly be a grand feast.
Even though he knew all sorts of developments as a transmigrator.
He had neither talent nor aptitude.
Participating in a Holy Grail War where gods and immortals fought would probably be a dead end. He might as well accept his fate and become a mediocre Magus.
With Edelfelt blood running through his veins.
No matter what, he could rely on that connection to live a wealthy life beyond that of ordinary people.
That was far better than being a miserable loser in his previous life.
At the very least, he could count as a rich young master, right?
"Mediocre..."
Moran wore a bitter smile.
Just as he decided to officially become a slacker Magus.
A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
The Life Simulator had bound itself to the host. Confirmation complete—the Simulator would strive to bring the host a happy, perfect life!
"—Huh?"
Moran froze for several seconds.
After confirming that no Magus was pulling some trick on him and that he was not hallucinating, among other possibilities.
He realized that this really seemed to be a golden finger.
As an old bookworm, Moran knew Simulators all too well. He had thought he did not have a golden finger, but apparently that was not the case.
It seemed it had merely arrived a little late.
The Simulator could simulate one life per day.
After each simulation ended, you could select two of the seven Talent Skills randomly chosen by the Simulator, solidify them, and bring them into reality.
Solidified Talent Skills could also be brought into the next simulation.
Currently, the host only had the "Greek Heroic Age" available for simulation. More simulation instances would be added over time.
Would you begin the Life Simulation?
With a thought, Moran chose to begin.
He understood roughly how this kind of Life Simulator operated.
By having the host simulate different lives, it granted different rewards, allowing the host to gradually grow stronger in reality.
Presumably, this Life Simulator worked the same way.
Simulation initiated. Anchor deployed.
Greek Heroic Age selected. Simulation commencing immediately. It has been detected that the host has not brought any skills. Adjusting—
Please select three skills from the following to bring into the simulation.
Available Skills: Magic Circuits (B+), Innate Physique (B), Animal Communication (C), Magic Resistance (A), Battle Continuation (A), Blessing of Martial Arts (B), Hawk's Eye (C+).
Seven skills were laid out before Moran.
Every single one had its own practical use.
The simulation would take place in the Greek Age of Gods.
This was an age when gods still walked the earth and Phantasmal Species still soared through the skies.
Even every flower and blade of grass contained Mystery.
Innate Physique (B): From birth, you possess a perfect body far beyond that of ordinary people. Even without training, your body is as beautiful as if it had been crafted by the hands of gods. Your body will remain in perfect condition under normal circumstances, and your recovery speed from injuries will increase.
Magic Resistance (A): Any magecraft below A-rank will have no effect on you. Even when facing Age of Gods magecraft, there is no need to fear.
Blessing of Martial Arts (B): You possess extraordinary talent in martial arts from birth. You can wield all weapons with ease.
Moran selected the three skills.
With these three skills, he could at least become a hero of one region. His results in the simulation would not be too poor either.
But who knew what the outcome would be?
No one could imagine the unknowns of the Age of Gods.
Skill selection complete.
Greek Heroic Age, simulation begins—
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You were born at sea.
As an infant, you were flawless and perfect, as though crafted by the gods.
Unfortunately, the circumstances of your birth were extremely dire.
The roaring tsunami was like the wrath of the sea god, while turbulent winds and waves repeatedly shoved the cargo ship.
A Sea Serpent Beast was raising enormous waves to attack the vessel.
A strange sensation reached Moran.
Though it was a simulation, he now possessed the perspective of an infant in swaddling clothes.
He had both the perspective of the person involved and that of an observer, allowing him to watch the simulation from both angles at once.
Rumble—!!
Dark clouds pressed downward beneath the raging wind.
As though proclaiming that even greater despair would be brought upon the world.
The cargo ship, teetering amid the tsunami, had now become a coffin, as though it would bury everyone beneath the sea.
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