Type-Moon Crown Master

Type-Moon Crown Master Author: Bigshot Among Heroic Spirits

These days, transmigration was no longer anything new. If you wanted to be original,

you needed a new pose, you needed some wild tricks.

A Type-Moon crossover starting with FGO, Type-Moon Industries—

Fate/Extra: Moon Holy Grail War was now being serialized!

Gaia: I ask you, Grand Marshal of the Soviet Union, are you willing

to become one of my Heroic Spirits and work overtime every day?

Su Mo: Becoming a Heroic Spirit is fine, but overtime is

absolutely impossible. I'd never work overtime in this lifetime.

Mash: Senpai, hurry up and get up for overtime! I want to experience the feeling of outrageously high damage output!

Black Jeanne d'Arc: You should feel honored that I came running over to hug your thigh of my own accord.

Merlin: Come on, Zhuge Liang. With him here, we can get off work.

Zhuge Liang: Mm-hmm. Young man, overtime will be up to you from now on.

① The Bigshot Among Heroic Spirits Is Born!

Being the protagonist meant your background had to be fresh and unconventional!

Hello, everyone. My name was Su Mo. Yes, just Su Mo. You probably thought that name was pretty ordinary, right? Yeah, I thought so too. (Chapter One is written in first person; it returns to third person afterward.)

I had originally been one of the five exemplary youths raised under great Marxism-Leninism. But fate played tricks on me, and I transmigrated. That's right—in this era where transmigration had become quite common, I transmigrated, the kind that came with all my memories intact.

You probably thought that transmigration definitely came with a cheat, right? That you'd shake your mighty body once and beauties would throw themselves at you, kneel and fawn over you, while your harem reached a perfect ending? That some old grandpa would beg you through tears to become his disciple, right? Let me tell you, it was nothing like that!

When I transmigrated, I was a beggar. I scraped by on alms every day. And most humiliating of all, I, a shut-in anime nerd, had actually transmigrated into the era of World War II. In this age filled with smoke and gunfire, where human lives were worth less than dogs, wasn't that just screwing me over?

I really wanted to slap myself. Why hadn't I learned about World War II back then? Even knowing the course of one major battle would have been enough! Then I wouldn't have ended up as a damn thief like this, ahhh...

As the fighting on the front lines grew increasingly fierce, even a beggar like me was forcibly conscripted, becoming one of the Soviet Army's glorious cannon fodder!

And then, who knew whether some rule about transmigrators being unable to die was at work, but I survived every battle and always fought until the very last moment. The funny thing was, as those officers kept getting killed by the Germans, they needed to fill the vacant officer positions. Since I was still alive, my rank kept climbing, from a common grunt to platoon commander, company commander...

Then, perhaps because the protagonist's halo was at work, after the Battle of Stalingrad—the bloodiest battle in World War II history—began, I led my company in continuously capturing positions that the Germans had already abandoned. While other companies fought desperately over worthless positions, I was already ordering my men to set up pots and eat dinner on ours, while considering what to have for a midnight snack.

Of course, I couldn't let anyone see that I was fishing in muddy waters, so I gave my men an order—especially the radio operator. I pressed a gun to his head and threatened him that when he radioed headquarters, he could only say one sentence.

After fierce fighting today, we severely wounded the Germans. The Germans have been driven back by us, and we successfully recaptured the *** position!

Just because I said that every time and captured positions nobody was defending, countless Soviet Army medals and congratulatory telegrams came flying at me like snowflakes, while my rank kept rising. By the end of the counteroffensive against Germany, I had climbed from a mere company commander to Army Group Commander!

My God, I had no military ability at all! I didn't understand commanding battles in the slightest!

Worst of all, those bullshit bastards actually assigned me the task of attacking and occupying the Japanese Army in Northeast China?

There was no choice. I could only grit my teeth and go through with it. Besides, by then, the Japanese Army in the northeast had already been portrayed by the Soviet Union as a bunch of short-legged troops wielding fire pokers, riding pigs, and charging while shouting about bushido spirit...

Wasn't that good news for me too?

The military operation against the Japanese Army in Northeast China began. First, I ordered several hundred bombers to take off together and bomb every suspicious Japanese Army location flat. Then I ordered armored vehicles and tanks to roll over them...

Finally, I ordered the great Soviet Army forces to begin their attack on those short-legged troops holding fire pokers and riding horses... Oh, no, riding pigs.

For me, it was a thrilling campaign. Under the combined assault of tanks, armored vehicles, and aircraft, the short-legged troops had no ability to resist. Whenever they encountered my forces, they either retreated step by step or raised white flags and surrendered.

The war lasted only three days. Under my command, I took Northeast China. (With such a fight, I believed even a pig could win if you put it in command.) I became a great marshal of the Soviet Union, and after gaining countless honors and accolades, I married the most beautiful woman in the Soviet Union, had a bunch of chubby sons, and peacefully lived out this legendary life.

You probably thought the story ended there, right? Wrong. Completely wrong. This was only the beginning!

After I died, my soul apparently wasn't from this world. It fucking couldn't reincarnate!