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

Moran directly transferred his consciousness to the simulator's interior.

The simulation instances, which were originally gray and unclickable, regained their luster, waiting for him to click them to begin the second simulation.

"Second simulation..."

Many beautiful figures flashed through Moran's mind.

He touched the panel, driven by the desire in his heart.

[Greek Heroic Age]

[Simulation Confirmation]

However, before the simulator began the simulation.

It also popped up a special prompt box for Moran.

[Announcement Regarding Simulation Overwriting Reality—]

[The following is the information the host needs to know. After each simulation is completed, the simulator will make a judgment. Only simulations that achieve an Ex rating are eligible to overwrite reality. Simulations with ratings below EX are, in nature, closer to anomalies.]

[Achieving an Ex rating also comes with bonus rewards.]

[This simulator wishes the host to achieve an Ex rating as soon as possible.]

[To make the host's life so fulfilling that they no longer need to use the simulator – this is the purpose this simulator upholds.]

Moran quickly understood the meaning of the announcement.

In other words, the things he experienced in the simulation were not fictional processes akin to data deduction.

This simulation process was more akin to the mechanism of Imaginary Trees.

Once his simulation standards reached a certain level, it could directly advance from an anomaly to reality.

Directly overwriting the Pan-Human History.

"I see, so this means I can also leave my own mark on the world. All I need to do is make the anomaly sufficient to replace reality. This is truly..."

Moran couldn't help but smile in amazement.

He hadn't expected the simulator to have such a mechanism.

Achieving the Ex rank would allow the anomaly to overwrite reality, and even the Throne of Heroes would be inscribed with Moran's deeds.

At that time, being summoned as a Heroic Spirit.

It probably wouldn't be impossible.

[Simulation commencing, anchor cast]

[Greek Heroic Age selected, simulating immediately, detecting host's carried fixed skills, recording—]

[Host can still choose three skills.]

[Randomly drawn from the simulation's skill pool, please select three skills from the list below to bring into the simulation.]

[Selectable Skills: The Possession of the Golden Fleece (EX), The Aesthetics of the Hunt (B), Mending All Flaws (C), The Valor of Heroes (B+), Mana Burst (B), Monstrous Beauty (A), Bravery (A)]

It was once again a difficult choice of skills.

The simulator provided detailed descriptions for all seven skills.

Moran, as a hero, had different insights compared to his first playthrough, and he made his choices more quickly.

"I've chosen."

Moran looked at the three selected skills.

He wasn't choosing based on which one was powerful in his first playthrough.

This time, he had a goal for his actions.

The skills would be chosen to advance his objective, so he selected the three skills that would be most effective.

[The Possession of the Golden Fleece (Ex): The Golden Fleece, symbolizing wealth and the ideal of happiness, has been obtained by you. With this skill, you will not be troubled by wealth. Merely gazing upon the wounded will heal their injuries. If thrown on the ground, it can also summon the Dragon Kind.]

[The Valor of Heroes (B+): The crystallization of martial prowess honed through the feat of the Argo's long journey and twenty years of battlefield combat. It is effortless to take the enemy's head from amidst an army. Leadership is greatly enhanced; your heroic charisma will become a flame of hope guiding people forward.]

[Monstrous Beauty (A): You possess a peerlessly handsome appearance, so much so that even soldiers engaged in battle between nations will cease their fighting due to your beauty. Your handsomeness has reached a level that can be described as monstrous. Merely revealing it will affect your surroundings.]

Moran had a different approach for this simulation.

He did not intend to leave The Invisible Island, but rather decided to break through the rumors spread by the Gorgon Sisters in a roundabout way.

In his first playthrough, he lacked the ability to do so.

These skills were the crystallization he had condensed through his experiences in the first playthrough.

Now, he had the possibility to put this idea into practice.

[Skill selection complete]

[Greek Heroic Age, simulation begins—]

The process was the same as the first simulation.

However, the descriptive feeling was very similar to what was called a Spiritron Transfer.

Moran's consciousness vanished into a white light. When he regained awareness, he smelled a familiar scent.

It was the scent of the sea breeze.

Moran was born on the sea.

The merchant couple who gave birth to him marveled at their child's unparalleled beauty, imagining what a stunning man he would grow into.

They prayed to the Sea God for their child to live.

But this time, the progression was slightly different.

[Seeing your parents desperately trying to keep you alive, you felt a stir in your heart and chose to intervene.]

[Though you were too fragile at birth,]

[you still activated your Demonic Bloodline, causing blood to flow through the umbilical cord. With the powerful Mana you were born with, you generated Sea Serpents.]

[Two Sea Serpents are battling on the sea.]

[Amidst the chaos, the cradle containing you fell into the sea. You have no way of knowing the final outcome of this battle.]

[Listening to the hoarse cries in the thunderstorm,]

[although your parents did not die by sea monsters, they still lost you.]

[Having consumed too much Mana to generate the demonic beasts, you fell into a deep sleep in your cradle, pushed by the waves.]

Chapter Thirty-Six: A Strange Sense of Déjà Vu [Seeking Flowers! Seeking Monthly Votes!]

[The Sea God's blessing still exists.]

The progression at the beginning had a slight change compared to the first playthrough.

However, the outcome was still similar.

[After drifting at sea for a full week,]

[you smelled the scent of an incredibly familiar island.]

[At that moment, you knew you had returned to this deeply missed and longed-for Invisible Island once more.]

"Oh my, this child..."

Stheno held the child she had picked up from the beach.

Looking at his bright eyes.

For some reason, a mix of sadness and joy welled up in her heart, as if this wasn't the first time they were meeting.

She couldn't bring herself to dislike him.

She wanted to hold him in her arms and never let go.

[Although Stheno felt something strange,]

[she still stubbornly brought you back to the island and introduced you to Euryale and Medusa.]

[From the beginning, there was no distance between you.]

[The Gorgon Sisters accepted you as family at a speed that even they found unbelievable.]

[Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye.]

[By now, the Gorgon Sisters couldn't leave you; you were an indispensable presence to them.]

"Moran, why are you here?"

Medusa found Moran in the woods.

She and Moran were responsible for the meals of Stheno and Euryale. Today was no different from any other day.

"Um... well... I've actually prepared everything!"

"Prepared everything? Have you prepared dinner for Elder Sister and Second Sister in advance?"

"Yes! Um, the ingredients I gathered are over by the beach!"

Moran leaned against the bushes, his expression subtle.

There was a faint rustling coming from the bushes.

Medusa looked at the situation and couldn't help but worry, "Moran, are you feeling unwell? Or perhaps..."

"N-no, I'm fine!"

Moran suddenly perked up.

This made Medusa feel very strange.

A peculiar aura seemed to linger in the air.

Just as she was about to approach and examine Moran's condition closely, a voice that made her tremble with emotion echoed out.

"Oh my, Medusa, haven't you prepared my dinner yet? Do I need to remind you of such a small matter?"

"E-Elder Sister!?"

"So lazy, Medusa."

Stheno darted out from the bushes at some point.

This left Medusa unable to think.

Too intimidated by her two elder sisters, Medusa's nerves were on edge, and she didn't notice that Stheno had emerged from the bushes next to Moran.

She was only thinking about preparing dinner for her elder sister.

"Oh my, it got away~"

Stheno tilted her eyelashes, feigning surprise.

Looking at Medusa's panicked state.

She found it quite amusing.

However, to be honest, Stheno herself also felt the thrill of it.

"Stheno, next time you want to play like this, could you notify me beforehand?"

"Heh, weren't you enjoying yourself too?"

Stheno smiled at Moran.

She licked the crystal-clear dew near her lips with a rather seductive air, her slightly flushed, alluring red cheeks captivating.

It was as if she still had some unfinished business.

"You belong to me alone, my toy. For countless days and nights to come, you will comfort me. Heh, you have no right to refuse."

Stheno spoke words befitting a goddess.

The sharpness in her tone had long since vanished.

Perhaps it sounded like a command.

But in Moran's eyes, it was merely the petulant demands of a girl in love.