A/N: Bit late. Sorry.
A/N: Bit late. Sorry.
“Humans are naturally social creatures, like it or not. We’re hardwired to mirror the emotions of those around us—laugh when everyone is laughing, cry when others are crying. Children? They lack the kind of self-control we have as adults.”
I say while pulling funny faces at the child, who is luckily already drowsy from all the tears.
“If the only source of comf...
A/N: So start the Einzbern Arc.
Two weeks, a lengthy process to become a landowner—sort of—and days of aimless wondering later, I find myself standing at the doorstep of the Emiya Residence, eager to acquire a new firearm that the Magus Killer had ordered.
This time, it's no longer handgun, but a shotgun—a weapon that, according to his words—designed to inflict greater devastation; a must-have against the golems the Einzbern has incoroperated i...
A/N: You know the worst thing about living near a major bridge in the city? Football season. I did not stay to check, but don’t gamble.
Meryfcuckery: He didn’t. These Spells were registered long ago, he just rediscovered it after the House fell. That’s why I made a big deal out of him trading back the Crest. From Leo’s perspective, he did ‘invent’ these Spells. He’d have to register with the Tower, which is usually the Second Owner’...
The day after, I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing besides my bed. Strange, since the people who know my number are all aware just how intense my research is going… Well, everyone except the retired Magus Killer who knows the real reason I’m killing myself just to get some basic Spells. Grabbing the device, I groggily check the number, “Unknown caller?”
As a celebrity, even if a C-list one only, I do not give away my personal number easy, and everyone of importance is a...
A/N: Sorry, sorry. There will be a chapter tomorrow, promise. It’s super difficult to think up new Perks that wouldn’t make Leo instantly OP.
““THREE!!!”” We chorus, launching at each other at speed that’d leave a normal person rearing just to keep up with our movements as my Mystic Code clashes with his. Opening the battle by flinging Black Keys at me, the priest slides across the floor as if he’s skatting, then his feet twist, acting l...
Heart pounding in my chest, I arrive at the door of the Emiya Residence and look around suspiciously. Kiritsugu had chosen this relatively secluded plot of land to build his mansion, but today, the area is quiet—one might stay too still and lifeless compared to usual.
Instantly, the strings of my mind begin to tense once more.
Fingers curling around the shaft of my Mystic Code, I silently enter the Emiya Residence, forgoing the formal greetings.
The traditional Japane...
A/N: Since a reader has said the pace is sluggish, I’ve edited and mashed up two chapters into one. I’ll see if the same can be done to future chapters to hurry us past the Tutorial period.
Bakersfield’s skull collides with a hard surface, concrete perhaps, snapping him out of the darkness.
His immediate reaction is to thrash his limbs, a desperate attempt to fend off whoever is pulling him by the legs.
But as the disorientation wears off, he fina...
A/N: Forgot to make this public. Sorry about that.
“2:45...”
Oswald mutters through a mouthful of burger, his gaze fixated on the mansion across the street. Leo the Superhuman, has been gone for over an hour now. Still not enough time to set off any alarm bells in the detective’s head, but it is close.
The detective knows all too well how arduous and time-consuming surveillance can be.
On average, it’s hundreds of mind-numbing ...
According to the information provided by the Magus Killer, Bakersfield has been relatively quiet on the political front for the past 2 years. It was almost as if he had vanished from the public eye, only to reappear six months ago. Kiritsugu would have taken matters into his own hands and assassinated the Magus, but he was occupied with his family, his life outside of work, and preparations for the Holy Grail War, which turned out to be a colossal mess of cataclysmic proportions.
The r...
usInstead of letting Oswald go home, I compel the exhausted detective to accompany me. I can bypass the receptionist and the manager once, but they’d eventually grow suspicious if my ‘dad’ just never showed up, so I need him to play the role.
As for the stark contrast in appearance and overall attractiveness, it is a non-issue. I can always claim I take after my mother. And for his absence, I’ve already provided a reasonable explanation in my backstory as the child of a workah...
A/N: (Must watch for a better reading-experience): https://youtu.be/JrdGAcZ8vhs?si=__7NLYBVVfxZCBMh
The airport is bustling with people, a reflection of Japan’s economic boom in th...
After my heartfelt speech on the Great Fire, I return to the Church, waiting for the letters to pour in, basically betting my future on this good-looking face.
It’s 1994, when the J-Pop industry is blossoming—dubbed the ‘Idol Warring Period’. The agencies won’t hesitate to try and nurture a young, handsome, and unsuspecting child idol. Another advantage for me is my shining public image and my race, which can be seen as exotic in Japan at this time.
We’ve already r...
It shifts its gaze down to examine me with a curious yet unsettling demeanor—its eyes holding naught but a boundless hatred for all that exists. Curiously, Angra Mainyu does not appear to possess sentience, instead all of its actions seem driven by a singular, instinctive desire for destruction.
Violently, a tentacle of the Daemon rises, and with alarming speed, it lashes out towards me, a motion that I reckon could easily smack the soul out of my body. I dodge to the side as the ten...
The following day, I return to the Emiya Residence, but instead of the dojo, he ushers me into his office. Inside, a map of Fuyuki dominates the space, with little else to be seen.
“What an overwhelmingly underwhelming sight,” I mutter, and the Magus Killer replies in a soft tone. “You requested my guidance. I may not be a skilled Magus, and I’m an even worse fighter, but I can impart some my tricks to you. The key to catching a Magus off-guard is preparation.”
“Ah,...
As night falls, I wait for Kirei in the basement, my gleaming new spear—the same one I brandished yesterday, nearly catching him off-guard during our spar—resting across my lap, its surface dancing with the graceful flicker of candlelight. It’s 1994... who still uses candles these days?
Risei, the late father of Kotomine Kirei did, apparently.
“Apologies, your Highness,” The priest announces as he enters, his steps slow and deliberate, devoid of any sigh of haste. “...
After a night of extensive experimentation, I have come to three conclusions. Firstly, my initial assumption holds true—the Great Tree does indeed reward efforts, although the reduction is quite modest.
Currently, it only accounts for 3% of the total cost for the next Perk or Upgrade. However, according to the Hint I received, the maximum price reduction can reach up to 50%, directly halving the cost.
Secondly, I have discovered that my Talent also plays a role in the price r...
[Swords… Guns… Jokes, all of them! Try experiencing the joys of stabbing and slashing someone at point-blank range, you pussy!]
> Open up the Knife Perk Branch
> Cost: 3
‘How very elegant of him...’
Somehow I feel like the God is trying to push me down the path of a serial killer…
Not that I find anything inherently wrong with that. After all, most Magi have a touch of murder with...
Returning to the Church, I happen upon the doomsday priest, who is pushing a cart filled to the brim with an excessive amount of laundry detergent. Perplexed, I ask, “Why on Earth did you buy so much laundry detergent?”
I count at least 30 containers alone at a first glance… There are probably more.
Sensing my presence, the priest greets me with a peculiar mix of excitement and monotony that just feels… Strange. “Ah, your Highness! I bought them just in case we use t...
A/N: Finally settle in my new place, plus I just spent the whole night cleaning and scrubbing my old apartment since… Well, you gotta do it, right? Just feels awful to move and leave a hill of trash for the owners who were really nice to me. But after this, I’ll resume my usual schedule so fret not.
The Tohsaka Manor stands as a grand, two-story mansion designed in a traditional Western style, perched atop a slope. Similar to the Emiya Residence, it is located in t...
A/N: Sorry 'bout being late. I think I mentioned it before, but I'm in the process of moving so the next few Chaps will take longer to write.
I half expected to wake up to yet another unfamiliar ceiling, if you catch my drift, but it turns out I’m still stuck under the same old, moldy spots of the Fuyuki Church. Letting out a relieved breath, I pat myself down, thankful that I haven’t been whisked away to another world (Isekai).
That, or lost a limb...
After deliberating throughout the entire night, I ultimately decide against contacting the authorities.
The reasoning behind my choice is quite straightforward: Public relations. In Japan, there is a prevailing culture of humility, at least on the surface. If I were to heedlessly accept the reward, my actions could be perceived as fame-seeking, and would likely be frowned upon. This, of course, has its own risks, like someone impersonating me and taking all the credit, however it is n...
A/N(16-5): Chapter 15 Up in a few hours.
Most Isekai start with the protags waking up on an unfamiliar bed, staring at a white ceiling that really has no business being that clean…
Mine starts a little differently, and by that I mean the ceiling is a level of dirty away from belonging in a prison, with cobwebs in all four corners of the ceiling. The paint—peeling and damp due to leakage in the plumbing system most likely—somehow managed to look w...
“I don’t get it…”
I muttered, my gaze fixed on the unconscious girl while Lysara circled the motionless heap.
The Goddess, with a sagely expression, delivered a firm slap to the girl's head like a sleazy car salesman. "Since she was created by Paradis, she is your kid by technicality, Nyan~!” She explained.
Confusion consumed me as I observed what Paradis had brought forth.
“But she doesn’t look the part,”
I pointed out.
After all...
A/N: Chapter 13 will be added in a few hours.
Hurling through the wormhole which stretches me so thin I can see my feet near the entrance, I yell with faux bravado.
“Saber is Baeber! She is THE waifu!” The amount of pain I went through to get her Good End; the endless Bad Ends I got; the frankly ridiculous situations I threw Shirou in just to impress her; the literal battle against Demigod! “It’s fucking worth it!!!”
My voice must’v...
Its faded, peeling walls; the ancient altar of incense, and the unsightly, cobweb-covered statues of the Buddha.
The people remain unchanged, just as stagnant as the surroundings. And yet, a sense of helplessness pervades my being. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. “Why?” I plead, my voice dripping with desperation as I remain on my knees. “I’ve cooked, cleaned, and done everything the other monks have… I’ve fulfilled every task assigned to me!”
I implore an...
In preparations for the upcoming battle, Pïer decided to throw a small party–get the soldiers’ morale up and all.
After a short speech, the High Lord returned to our table, where the captain and I awaited. “Gents, after tonight, we’ll be heroes! What’s with the sullen expressions?” The captain and I exchanged brief glances, before he muttered. “I’m not sure how much I want to take the Tower, Milord.”
“Why?” Pïer looked at him, “I understand you’re af...
After a month of travel, slaving away under the intense heat which would have given a normal human skin cancer twelve times, inhaling more fine dust-particles in our lungs to riddle the organ, at last we reached the City State of Sharrä… A barren and desolate wasteland with clearly reinforced walls. “There…”
Perched atop a low, yet steep hill, the fortified Tower stood, while below a small village had formed at the foot of the hill, barely taken care of by the look of it. “O...
The Sun, seemingly displeased with our actions, cast a harsh glare with increasing intensity upon us… Orchestrated by the Universal Will no doubt.
‘How audacious…’
Despite its desire to see the Sharrï humbled and its clear anticipation of the ensuing conflict, the Will was still acting as if it opposed the war. ‘And here I thought I was already shameless…’
Clearly, I was mistaken.
‘Although, I suppose it is to be expected.’
The Universal...
Pïer was a smart man, but more often than not, he would be blinded by tunnel-vision. The rebels were never going to win this fight, not only because they were the underdogs facing severe disadvantages—Earth was filled with tales of underdogs overcoming insurmountable odds and emerging victorious— but the main problem laid in their lack of direction.
Ideologies may have sparked many wars, that I would never deny, but they alone couldn’t win wars.
No matter how lofty one...
The madman would shriek and weep endlessly, day after day, singing about knowledge that no mortal should be privy to—knowledge that the Mages themselves had not even uncovered.
Despite his lack of sanity, his group of followers grew consistently.
Initially, the prisoners in cells, a significant number of whom were Mages who had been outwitted by their political opponents, were the first to be swayed, emotionally unstable and mentally whirling as they were. Eventually, the mad...