He looked at the wall clock. It was half past nine at night, which meant he would have to wait until this time tomorrow night for the fixed slots to refresh.
His consciousness returned to the Simulator.
The Simulator had randomly selected seven skills.
Monstrous Strength (B+) High-Speed Divine Words (C) Demonic Bloodline (A) Divinity (C) Blessing of the Great Sea (B) Favor of the Goddess (B-) Heroic Tale of the Wandering Expedition (A+)
Please choose three skills to fix.
There were skills Moran recognized.
It was like choosing a class in a game. With his simulated memories, Moran could make better choices.
Demonic Bloodline (A): Your blood has merged with Gorgon's blood milk, making your body as hard and resilient as that of a demonic beast.
Not only that, the progenitor of demonic beasts was born from the blood of you and Medusa. Empowered by this skill, every drop of your blood carries the traits of the "Father of Monsters." Each one holds the possibility of giving birth to demonic beasts.
"My child with Medusa..."
As a Magus, Moran was well versed in Greek mythology.
He knew that Pegasus and the progenitor of demonic beasts, Chrysaor, had been born from Medusa's blood.
In a sense, was that his son?
Since Moran had died before Medusa awoke, he did not know whether she had given birth to any children.
If she had, then things would be rather delicate.
Thinking about it any further would only make him blame himself more.
Favor of the Goddess (B-): Watched over and protected by a deity, you possess luck far beyond that of ordinary people. Curses, charms, mind control, and similar abilities below B-rank cannot affect you. Because Artemis threw a little tantrum, this skill, which should have been A-rank, has dropped to B-.
Heroic Tale of the Wandering Expedition (A+): You and the Argo Heroes created a breathtaking epic of adventure, revered by the world as an unparalleled legend. You marched forward alongside countless heroes. Their power became the force that propelled you onward.
Reflect the legend and recreate a portion of the former heroes' power. You are the Argo Heroes, and the Argo Heroes are you.
Moran selected those three skills.
Skills like Monstrous Strength and Blessing of the Great Sea were too narrowly practical, while Divinity had always been criticized as a negative buff.
Although Divinity could weaken Anti-Purge Defenses according to its rank and break the blessings held by believers.
Moran had no use for it at the moment.
As for Favor of the Goddess.
Moran could not help feeling both amused and helpless.
If he returned to the first simulated run and had to choose again, he would probably still reject Artemis.
There was no need to explain the reason again.
"If I get the chance later, I'll try to get along better with the goddess."
Moran revealed a deeply helpless smile.
About to fix innate skills—Demonic Bloodline, Heroic Tale of the Wandering Expedition, Favor of the Goddess.
Those three currently offered the best value.
There was no need to hesitate at all.
Selection complete.
The above three skills have been fixed in reality. The simulation and fixed slots will reset tomorrow night at nine. The Simulator has entered cooldown. Cooldown time: 23 hours 59 minutes.
"It's a little warm..."
Moran returned to reality and raised both hands.
He felt as though the blood in his body had become a wild horse breaking free of its reins.
The Demonic Bloodline was surging rapidly through his body.
It would not transform Moran into a monster as it had in the simulation. After all, anything produced by the Simulator was guaranteed quality.
At that moment, all he had to do was spill a single drop of blood.
And a Cerberus would be born from nothingness.
A calamity from myth would manifest in reality.
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An Absurdly Outrageous Worldline—Please Give Flowers! Please Give Monthly Tickets!
Host: Moran Magic Circuits: E-rank Mana Quality: A-rank Fixed Skills: Favor of the Goddess (B-), Heroic Tale of the Wandering Expedition (A+), Demonic Bloodline (A)
Moran looked at the panel in the Simulator.
As he stared at the most glaring entry—Magic Circuits—he understood that his current body was holding him back the most.
He only had five Magic Circuits.
By the Clock Tower's standards for ordinary Magi.
One needed at least ten to be classified as normal. Fewer than ten meant one's prospects in magecraft were bleak and hopeless.
But that was not an absolute rule.
There were also Magi with an average number of Magic Circuits who were still named Grand Magi by the Mage's Association.
Touko Aozaki was one such example.
She only had twenty Magic Circuits.
Yet their quality had reached an astonishing EX-rank.
Not to mention that, based on Moran's knowledge of the Type-Moon world, he also knew of Aoko, the Root Princess.
She had only one Magic Circuit, yet it was connected to the Root.
Quality utterly crushed quantity.
"The demonic blood flowing through my body comes from Medusa. In a sense, I am the progenitor and father of countless demonic beasts. Quality can likewise make up for the gap in quantity."
Moran felt the immense power contained within his blood.
Summoning a Divine Age demonic beast through blood alone.
To modern Magi, that level of mana quality was simply a monstrous existence that overturned all common sense.
It was something they would not even dare imagine.
"Tch... The simulation won't refresh until tomorrow night..."
Moran was still thinking about the simulation.
It was not just because he wanted to draw and replace skills with stronger ones. He wanted to achieve a better ending than in the first simulated run.
Several beautiful figures kept flashing through his mind.
The complicated emotions surging in his chest once again rose like a tide.
If the Simulator had not been on cooldown, he would probably have been unable to resist entering it immediately and beginning the second run.
In his eyes, that ending had left behind far too many regrets.
The Simulator gave Moran countless chances to make mistakes.
He could always make a comeback.
In fact, Moran had already prepared himself to simulate more than once. He had never believed the process would be easy.
Happiness was not some cheap cabbage.
That was true for everyone.
The next day. The Clock Tower.
The classroom was almost completely full.
The Magi who had come here stared fixedly at the podium, as though they would suffer a terrible loss if they looked away.
That was only natural.
After all, the man on the podium was hailed as a genius of the Clock Tower.
He also held the revered and noble position of Lord.
"So-called Projection Magic is a thaumaturgy that projects the matter imagined in one's mind into reality in a simulated form..."
Kayneth held a piece of chalk and wrote formulas across the blackboard.
As usual, he was teaching his students.
The students of the El-Melloi classroom had all come because of his reputation, hoping to learn even a little from the hands of this genius professor.
Moran was one of those students.
He was very familiar with Professor Kayneth.
Kayneth had entered the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki full of confidence, only to meet an exceptionally miserable end.
And in other worldlines.
Professor Kayneth's endings were generally not very good either.
The Kayneth of this worldline had not yet participated in a Holy Grail War, but he seemed to have already developed such intentions.
The imitation Holy Grail War in Snowfield City.
The timeline of Moran's world was rather strange.
The Greater Grail of Fuyuki had been taken by the Nazis and Chaldea during World War II. After the Nazis were defeated, America took it away again.
The Greater Grail had been transferred twice.
Those were only the official records that could be found within the Mage's Association.
Moran had no idea what was going on with this timeline.
He did not remember such an absurd worldline existing.
It was practically a fusion of various worldlines.
"...Furthermore, in order to project the inner world into the outer world, you must correctly understand the distinction between yourself and others."
Kayneth put down the chalk in his hand.
Every student praised his profound knowledge from the bottom of their hearts.
But there was always an exception among them.
"Professor Kayneth! I have a question!"
"What question, Waver Velvet?"
Waver stood up with his hand raised.
Moran glanced toward Waver, who had suddenly risen beside him.
He and Waver were neighbors in the dormitory.
In private, they also helped each other as friends.
"If one has the correct understanding, does that mean any projection can be performed?"
"...Hmm, that's not a bad point to focus on."
"Huh?"
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