Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Don't spout nonsense about saving the world. There are plenty of worlds that have been cut off. What does it matter to one person about burning down a world?

Instead of wasting your time thinking about this, you should think more about what to do about Miyu. The world she lives in is far more dangerous than it appears on the surface.

"Therefore, I absolutely cannot stay by Nero's side. Only by getting out of her sight can I fight without restraint, develop rapidly, and eventually become the third largest power in this singularity."

As she whispered her thoughts of rebelling against the emperor (Master), a black banner appeared in Shuoyue's hand, the black banner symbolizing the virtue of water fluttering in the night sky.

"With this spirit origin as my aid, I should be able to achieve my goal soon."

Even before the march, Shuoyue had learned about the reason for her abnormality through the Destiny Compendium.

His spiritual origin—is not himself.

While writing this chapter, I was thinking about Shirou's reckless use of Command Seals in the early stages of FSN... Now the situation has reversed, and it's Nero's turn to be reckless since he knows nothing (laughs).

Chapter 224 Avenger: New Moon

Chapter 224 New Moon

[The Destiny Guide has been updated]

[Special Record Information Now Activated]

New Moon / ▉▉

[Ability Parameters]

Muscle strength: B

Durability: EX

Agility: C

Magic: D

Lucky: D

Noble Phantasm: A++

Job placement skills

Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple: A

Human Butcher: A+

Body and soul as one: B

【Inherent skills】

Qin Dynasty Combat Skills: B+

The Ingenious Military Marching Method: A+

Killing surrendered prisoners: EX

【Noble Phantasm】

Looking around, there wasn't a single skill that belonged to Shuoyue.

In Shuoyue's view, there is only one possibility for such a special situation.

“A pseudo-Servant is a being created by using a human as a vessel and allowing a Heroic Spirit to possess that vessel.” The man lowered his body, using the stream to reflect his white hair and his golden-red pupils that looked as if they contained blood.

"What's interesting is that pseudo-Servants are usually dominated by Heroic Spirits, while the humans they possess are usually in a dormant state. But this Heroic Spirit generously handed over the leadership to me and fell into a deep sleep."

This is why, even though Shuoyue descended with her own consciousness, she was unable to perform magic—compared to her meager magical power, the original owner of this body seemed to be more skilled at wielding swords and spears and commanding troops.

Although the Servant who fused with Sakugetsu concealed his true name, Sakugetsu had already made a judgment about the identity of this Heroic Spirit based on the few fragments in the records and the black Xuan Bird Banner that he subconsciously summoned during the battle.

"But why would such a great person appear in this place...?" This was the only thing that puzzled Shuoyue.

But he quickly dismissed the unanswerable questions and turned his attention back to the current situation.

His main mission in this singularity has been set—to obtain the Holy Grail.

To obtain the Holy Grail, he must stand at the gambling table, and to stand at the gambling table, he must have enough chips.

In wars between nations, his bargaining chip is the number of soldiers he has, and...

Servants who are capable of reversing occupation and are almost like humanoid nuclear warheads.

A flash of bloodlust crossed the man's eyes, then he summoned the messenger beside him:

"Pass down the order: scouts are to begin operations immediately tomorrow morning, focusing on gathering intelligence in Pisa."

"Yes, sir!" the messenger saluted and then left.

As Shuoyue watched the obsequious figure of the messenger, she knew in her heart that this loyalty was not offered to him, but belonged to Rome.

Thinking this, Lingji felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

"However, let's lie low until the time is right, let's stop killing with killing, let's stop war with war—our legend has only just begun."

"Back to the Destiny Compendium."

[Received, initiating transfer]

As the feeling of weightlessness came over her, Shuoyue's soul was once again elevated infinitely, plunging into the vast universe.

[You have successfully returned to the original timeline. Please re-enter the Singularity within five days!]

Three days later, at the Kuonji Yuju residence

In the crisp, cool air, the doll-like girl woke up right on time.

Change clothes, wash up, and head to the restaurant.

The sunlight streaming through the skylight spilled onto her dress, and she strolled between the black and white independent stages. In the bright daylight, her pupils reflected the light of a world steeped in silence.

As we passed through the hall, the white-haired, golden-eyed boy sat upright in a chair, and the obscure, thick book on the table had been replaced with another one.

Noticing the landlord's arrival, the boy looked up and nodded with a smile. Yuzhu seemed a little reluctant, but still nodded her chin and walked into the sunroom amidst the aroma of black tea.

In the sunroom, a ninja dressed in a kimono, with long black hair tied in a single ponytail, and also without any mannerisms, waited at the table, where a delicious breakfast was already laid out.

Sunlight streamed down, gilding Kuonji Yuju's eyes with a golden hue, making her look as if she and Kato Danzo were twin sisters.

"Please, Miss Arisu."

"Ah."

Outside the restaurant, Shuoyue closed the last page of her book, making sure she had memorized the last bit of knowledge, before standing up and stretching her limbs.

Three days have passed since he returned from the second singularity, and his injuries have basically healed.

The wonderful and peaceful holiday is over; it's time to leave.

"Miss Yuzhu, I think it's time to say goodbye."

Kuonji Yuzu's hand holding the knife and fork stiffened slightly. She raised her head, her black pearl-like eyes fixed on Sakugetsu by the door:

Yeah."

"Yes, after all, I've been bothering you for a long time," Shuoyue joked. "You wouldn't do something like Shizuki Kusajuro, silencing me or sealing my memories, would you?"

It was clearly just a joke, but Yuzhu frowned and asked an unexpected question.

"Who is Shizuki Kusajuro?"

After bidding farewell to the reclusive witch, Sakugetsu and Kato Danzo strolled leisurely down the mountain, like a pair of siblings on an autumn outing.

The older sister remained expressionless, while the younger brother seemed lost in thought.

“This is a strange phenomenon. I only appeared after the Night of the Wizard, so the previous story shouldn’t have been affected by me, the butterfly.”

"According to Kuonji Yuzu, Touko wanted to seize the ley lines of Misaki City back then, but she and Aozaki Aoko joined forces to repel her... Where did Kusajuro go? What about Touko's Golden Wolf Beo?"

"Should I investigate, Master?" Kato Danzo asked.

"No need, we'll leave now." Shuoyue refused, took out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Weber.

Then, Shuoyue grasped Kato Danzo's hand and silently recited in her heart:

"The Destiny Map begins its transfer."

[Permissions activated, locking the world line... Locking successful.]

[Start Transfer]

Sensing the familiar energy enveloping her, Shuoyue took a deep breath and entered a state of combat readiness.

The three-year agreement has been fulfilled, welcome the Dragon King... cough cough, I've gone off-topic.

The Ainsworths, are you ready to welcome me?

A flash of light, and the two figures vanished from this world completely.

If the journey to the Second Singularity was an accident, then the reward personally granted by the Destiny Compendium—the right to return to the original world—must be without any problems...

Right?

Unbeknownst to Shuoyue, if he had left any later, he would have received an automated message on his phone that read:

"Hello, esteemed sir/madam, I regret to inform you that King El-Melloi II is currently refusing all communications for certain reasons..."

This space is a complete world.

Pitch black and specks of light.

In the center of the vast, spherical room, where the night sky is blackened, floats a wooden chair.

Although its shape alone is enough to be called luxurious, the faded appearance of the wood has a certain charm, avoiding any sense of unpleasant sophistication. On the contrary, its mere presence can elevate the atmosphere of its surroundings.

At first glance, it looks like a seat reserved for royalty. But if that were the case, this chair shouldn't exude such a strong presence, so strong that even a head of state sitting in it would be seen as an appendage of the chair, not its owner. If an ordinary person were to sit in this chair, they would probably be instantly overwhelmed by its sheer presence.

This is the kind of chair that makes people think this way.

This space was prepared to celebrate this chair.

The current situation forces one to accept even such criticism, but—

The man, radiating an even more solemn aura than the chair, was causing the chair back to creak loudly.

"Well……"

If this room is a miniature version of the universe, then the man sitting in the chair in the center of the room is surrounded by an aura befitting his status.