Type-Moon Simulation: Conquering Greek Goddesses from the Start!

Type-Moon Simulator: Starting by Conquering the Greek Goddess! Author: Eternal Desire

The False Holy Grail War in Snowfield City is about to begin.

Having transmigrated into the Type-Moon world, Moran is thinking about how to clear the game in one life!

Waiting online, it's urgent!

Ding! Life Simulator successfully activated!

[You expelled the invading Olympian Twelve Divine Machines, and hand-in-hand with the Earth Mother Goddess, you reopened the path for the nation and its mythology.]

[You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunnhilde, and the King of the Earth who captured the heart of the Crimson Moon.]

[You are the final King of the End from the Age of Gods, single-handedly halting the decline of the divine era and allowing the Age of Gods Britain to persist to this day.]

Behind these brilliant and dazzling simulated lives.

What Moran faces is—

Arcueid: "Didn't you say you were going to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why did you run off to participate in the Holy Grail War!"

Artoria: "Come on! Return to Britain with me!"

Ereshkigal: "Moran! What is the meaning of all these women!?"

Looking at the crowd of confidantes closing in on him.

Moran feels this is going to be the most grueling Holy Grail War in the world.

Chapter 1: The Path to Breaking the Deadlock for a Slacker Magus [Seeking collections! Seeking flowers!]

London. Clock Tower.

This is a place regarded as a holy land by countless magi.

It can be said to be the nerve center of the Mage's Association.

The Atlas Institute and the Atlas Alchemical Institute are as famous as the Clock Tower, but they are both reclusive existences that do not step out into the world.

Therefore, it is not wrong to say that the Clock Tower represents the Mage's Association.

The most cutting-edge magical knowledge in the world is right here.

However, inside the student dormitory of this highest institution for magi, Moran is lying on his bed, bored out of his mind.

"Sigh..."

Moran lets out a deep sigh.

To put it briefly, he is a transmigrator.

When he first learned that he had transmigrated into the Type-Moon world, the emotions he felt were excitement and thrill.

As time passed, he was doused by the cold water of reality.

Moran's parents died accidentally during their research into magecraft, leaving him not even a Magic Crest.

For a magus, this is a catastrophic blow.

Having no Magic Crest means having to start from scratch, putting in a hundred times the effort to walk the path his ancestors once walked; otherwise, he might not even reach the level of an average magus.

Fortunately, when God closes a door, He opens a window.

Moran's parents were ordinary magi.

However, his mother possessed the bloodline of a prestigious magus family, though she lacked presence herself due to low aptitude.

This prestigious magus family is called Edelfelt.

It is a prestigious magus family located in the Nordic land of lakes—Finland, known as the "Balance that Measures Ores."

Moran is very clear about this prestigious magus family.

As a veteran Type-Moon fan, he knows that Luvia, the "Golden Drill" who holds the title of the "world's most beautiful hyena," comes from the Edelfelt family. She and Rin Tohsaka are also a pair of bickering rivals.

When Moran's parents both died.

The main branch of the Edelfelt family sent people to provide assistance, helping him handle all sorts of matters.

Perhaps out of consideration for Moran's father's generation, they even agreed to his request to study at the Clock Tower.

This is the reason Moran is able to stay at the Clock Tower.

It is also one of his few strokes of luck.

"Although Edelfelt will fund my studies, that is only because I have a kinship with them..."

Moran's words carry a hint of exhaustion.

He understands that Edelfelt is only investing at this stage.

If the sentiment of their blood relation were to fade away, Edelfelt would no longer pay him any attention.

In the world of magi, this is how it is.

Edelfelt has already been quite decent.

Examples of children killing fathers and fathers killing children abound in the world of magi; family affection is not worth mentioning in the world of magecraft.

The Edelfelt family, however, had their own code of conduct.

Looking at Moran, the Magic Circuits within his body were rated as only slightly better than a mortal's, and he lacked any noteworthy theoretical knowledge of magecraft.

His future was essentially visible at a single glance.

Even Moran held no expectations for himself.

Let alone the Edelfelt family, who were funding him from behind the scenes.

"The... fake Holy Grail War in Snowfield City..."

Moran stared at the pure white ceiling, muttering to himself.

In half a year, the Holy Grail War would be held in Snowfield City, America.

That would undoubtedly be a grand feast.

Even though, as a transmigrator, he knew how things would unfold.

He lacked the aptitude and talent.

Participating in such a Holy Grail War, where gods fought among themselves, would surely be a dead end; it would be better to resign himself to being a mediocre magus.

With his Edelfelt lineage.

Regardless, by relying on this connection, he could still live a life of wealth far above that of an ordinary person.

This was much better than being a miserable loser in his past life.

At the very least, he could count as a wealthy young master?

"Mediocrity, huh..."

A bitter smile appeared on Moran's face.

Just as he decided to officially become a slacker magus, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

[Life Simulator bound to host, confirmation complete—this simulator is dedicated to helping the host achieve a happy, perfect life!]

"—Huh?"

Moran was stunned for a few seconds.

After confirming that no magus was playing a prank on him, and ruling out the possibility of auditory hallucinations, he realized that this truly seemed to be his golden finger.

As a veteran reader, Moran was all too familiar with simulators; he had thought he lacked a golden finger, but that was not the case.

It seemed it was just a little late.

[The simulator can simulate a life once per day.]

[At the end of each simulation, you may choose two out of seven randomly selected talent skills from the simulator to solidify and bring into reality.]

[Solidified talent skills can also be carried over into the next simulation.]

[Currently, the host only has the 'Greek Heroic Age' available for simulation; the simulation instances will increase as time passes.]

[Do you wish to start the Life Simulator?]

Moran moved his thoughts and chose to start.

He understood the general operating method of this type of Life Simulator.

By having the host simulate different lives, he would obtain various rewards and then grow stronger step by step in reality.

Presumably, this Life Simulator was the same.

[Simulation starting, anchor cast.]

[Greek Heroic Age selected, simulating immediately. Detected that the host carries no skills, adjusting—]

[Please select three skills from the following to bring into the simulation.]

[Optional skills: Magic Circuits (B+), Innate Physique (B), Animal Dialogue (C), Magic Resistance (A), Battle Continuation (A), Blessing of Martial Arts (B), Hawk's Eye (C+).]

Seven skills were laid out before Moran.

Each skill had its own practical utility.

The location of the simulation was the Greek Heroic Age.

This was a fantasy era where gods still walked upon the earth and Phantasmal Species still soared through the skies.

Even a single flower or blade of grass contained mystery.

[Innate Physique (B): From birth, you possess a perfect body that far exceeds that of an ordinary person. Even without training, your body is as beautiful as if crafted by the hands of gods. Your body will maintain a perfect state, and the recovery speed of injuries will be accelerated.]

[Magic Resistance (A): As long as it is magecraft of A-rank or below, it will have no effect on you; even when facing the magecraft of the Age of Gods, there is no need to be timid.]

[Blessing of Martial Arts (B): You are born with extraordinary talent in martial arts; you can use all weapons with ease.]

Moran selected the three skills.

With these three skills, he could at least become a hero in his own right, and his results in the simulation would not be too poor.

But who could know what the outcome would be?

The unknowns of the Greek Heroic Age were beyond anyone's imagination.

[Skill selection complete]

[Greek Heroic Age, simulation starting--]

Chapter 2: Greek Heroic Age simulation, initiated!

[You were born at sea]

[As an infant, you were as flawless and perfect as if crafted by the gods]

[Unfortunately, the circumstances of your birth were dire]

[A roaring tsunami, like the wrath of a sea god, buffeted the cargo ship with clamorous waves.]

[A Sea Serpent Beast is raising massive waves to attack the vessel]

A strange sensation washed over Moran.

Although it was a simulation, he possessed the perspective of an infant in swaddling clothes at this very moment.

With the vision of both the participant and the observer, he could monitor the simulation from these two angles simultaneously.

Rumble--!!

Dark, oppressive clouds descended along with the gale.

It was as if they were declaring that even greater despair would be visited upon the world.

The cargo ship, teetering within the tsunami, had now become a coffin, as if it were destined to bury everyone beneath the sea.