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

Amures was driven to babbling incoherently by his madness.

The immense pressure from the divine beast left him unable to even think, forcing him to deny it in the most direct and simplistic way.

His instincts urged him to leave this place.

Just like humans in the Age of Gods who encountered calamities, they could only cower and flee before the natural order.

Watching Amures flee in panic, Moran's face showed a hint of mocking amusement.

"See for yourself whether it's real or fake. Go, clean it up properly."

"Roar—!"

Cerberus took its agile four-legged steps.

It chased in the direction Amures had fled.

A phantasmal species from the Age of Gods galloping through the streets of London; who would believe such a thing if it were told?

Yet, that's exactly what happened.

"Without the power of Hades, the Cerberus born naturally isn't as strong as a divine beast. Although its power has been significantly reduced, it can still be considered a disaster in modern times."

Moran watched in the direction Cerberus had gone.

He wasn't worried about it at all.

After all, it was the famous Cerberus.

Hunting Magus was child's play.

He didn't care at all if people from the Clock Tower observed this. Even if they found out it was him controlling Cerberus, what could they do, seal him?

Creating one Cerberus wasn't Moran's limit.

Conservatively, he could instantly create three or more.

Furthermore, these Cerberus could choose whether to remain in the real world according to Moran's will.

Even if three Cerberus weren't enough.

Moran could also prepare and cultivate a beast army in advance, making it possible to blow up the Clock Tower if necessary.

Of course, he always advocated for friendly coexistence.

If anyone was blind enough to provoke him, Moran wouldn't mind summoning a divine beast army to fight.

"Moran, that Cerberus... you're just leaving it?"

"Don't worry, it will disappear later. You don't have to worry about it causing any disturbances in London. I'm not a terrorist, I love peace the most!"

Moran flashed a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

It washed away the doubts lingering in Camus's heart.

As a Magus, she could guess Amures's fate.

However, Camus didn't think Moran was wrong.

The heroic image of Moran standing in front of her just now still made her heart flutter as she recalled it.

It was a shame, looking at Moran walking ahead.

The pleasant atmosphere had been soured by Amures's intervention, and her idea of asking Moran to go to a coffee shop was dashed.

But, that wasn't a problem.

Moran and she were both students in El-Melloi's class.

She would definitely have another chance later.

As Moran and Camus embarked on their ambiguously toned journey home, a different scene was unfolding for Amures.

He fled desperately through the streets of London.

All his Mana was injected into his legs, unleashing astonishing speed.

His internal organs screamed as if being torn apart.

Overexerting his body sent pain spreading throughout him.

Even at this point, Amures desperately tried to escape the terrifying place he had just been.

"Haa... Hah! Fake! It must be fake!"

Amures clung to this thought.

It was as if only by doing so could he escape alive.

He ran with faltering steps.

Running on this deserted street.

How could someone with such inferior bloodline control a divine beast? He must have used some trick to mislead me!

Every time Amures thought like that.

His mind would flash with images of sharp, towering, and ferociously fierce monsters.

He couldn't understand, couldn't figure it out.

It was almost enough to drive a person mad.

In the face of such terror, he lost the confidence to remain sane, only able to flee like a stray dog.

Discarding reason, self, and dignity.

He ran and ran, just to survive.

Thump—!!

Finally, he reached a point where even his bodily functions couldn't keep up.

He crashed heavily onto the muddy grass.

Unknowingly, he had run all the way to the outskirts.

"—Haha, ahahaha, hahahaha!"

Amures knelt on the ground and burst into loud laughter.

It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up emotions within him.

Even though he didn't want to do this.

If he didn't, he would surely go mad.

Regaining his senses and swallowing this bitterness and despair, Amures could only laugh up at the sky like this.

This laughter contained an irretrievable sense of loss.

Because, darkness was stirring.

Thousands of times hotter than the fireball he had thrown, a death-summoning beast from the underworld was relentlessly approaching.

It was useless to run anywhere—

When Amures came to his senses.

He heard the rumbling sound of footsteps, feeling as if something was emerging from the darkness.

Strange, this was all too strange.

The surroundings had unknowingly been dyed a scalding crimson.

The intense pain made his entire body twitch like a spring.

His body, his consciousness, his vision, the world.

Everything was spinning like an emergency warning light.

Finally, Amures discovered it.

His own body was burning fiercely like firewood!

"Ahhhhhh—!!!"

His screams were swallowed by the tide of flames.

A charred, human-like figure collapsed on the ground.

His hands and feet were unable to move.

They had been twisted into an immobile shape.

Only pain filled his eyeballs.

The sound of fat exploding echoed across the wild fields on the outskirts.

In the end, the foolish Amures never realized that it was the consequence of the filth flowing from his body.

Ps: To express my apologies to all readers, the author has released eight chapters consecutively today. I hope everyone can calm down a bit.

The next chapter will enter the simulation. This second simulation will feature the protagonist making up for the regrets of the first simulation and directly confronting the Machine God.

There will be no shortage of explosive plot points.

I'll say this weakly (humbly begging): since the author has apologized so sincerely, could you please give me some flowers and monthly tickets?

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Second Simulation Begins [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Tickets!]

After an extremely extraordinary day.

Moran returned to the student dormitory, which held a familiar atmosphere.

As soon as he stepped through the door, he shifted his gaze to the clock on the wall. There were still over ten minutes until the simulation refreshed.

Soon, he would be able to start the second simulation.

"Phew, ten minutes left."

Moran muttered to himself as he sat on the bed.

In addition to dealing with the dispute with Kayneth, Moran spent most of his time today thinking in his mind.

He pondered how to proceed with the second simulation.

How could he achieve a more perfect ending?

The tragic scene of his death under the moonlight, the emotions contained within his chest had not yet dissipated.

"I'll make different choices in this simulation. Being able to run multiple simulations is my greatest advantage."

Moran determined the direction for his second simulation.

He had asked the simulator for more detailed rules during the day.

[Talent skills that have been fixed can also be brought into the next simulation, and they do not occupy the slots for selecting talent skills at the start of the simulation.]

This simulation, combined with the three fixed skills he already carried, plus the three he would choose at the start of the simulation.

That meant he could possess six skills.

Double the amount compared to the first playthrough.

The only thing he needed to worry about was hoping the simulator wouldn't give him any useless skills.

While he was doing his final thoughts and organizing.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

The Life Simulator's simulation count refreshed.

[Today's simulation count has been reset.]

[The host can enter the simulator to simulate at any time.]

[Please note that if a simulation is not conducted within twenty-four hours, the simulation count will not accumulate upon refresh.]

Hearing the prompt from the simulator in his mind.