Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"It was just an advantage of being prepared in advance." Shuoyue was quite modest, and after a few casual words, she got back to the point, "So, King of Knights, and Ritsuka, what brings you here from afar?"

Ritsuka was already mentally prepared, but Artoria spoke first. She stepped forward, her golden hair swaying, and made her request frankly:

"Could we please stay here? I regret that my hands are only good at destruction, not creation. It is my dereliction of duty that I cannot provide my Master with good living conditions, so I beg you..."

"There's no need to call me that. It sounds too distant. Just call me by my real name." Shuoyue waved her hand casually, left the door wide open, and turned to leave.

"Since you're already here, make do for the night. My courtyard is quite large, and I'll help you build a house tomorrow." Shuoyue turned around, looked at the dumbfounded Da Mao Wang, and once again revealed a malicious smile.

"What, you don't want to stay?"

"Yes, of course I'm willing!" Ritsuka quickly replied, her Master's friendliness at its peak. She ran up and put her arm around Sakumo's shoulder. "Speaking of which, we haven't met yet! Hello, I'm Ritsuka, 17 years old, female, height 59kg, unmarried, and not dating..."

"Hehe, you and he are really very different."

"Who is it? Isn't it normal for people to have different personalities? Or is he just like me?"

With their Master leading the way, the Servants behind them didn't pretend to be reserved. After five days of torment, they couldn't wait to rush in and, led by Sakuyue, went to their respective rooms.

"Hey! Have you all forgotten about me?!" Mordred protested loudly, her body rolled up like a caterpillar and hung at the city gate for all to see. However, her voice could not be heard by the laughter and chatter in the courtyard. Even as the aroma of dinner wafted up, she could only look up at the sky and shed two wide tears.

Tired, destroy it.

As Xiao Mo gazed silently at the heavens, darkness fell, and the crescent moon and silver stars appeared on the screen, casting a soft glow.

As the veil of moonlight fell, the island fell into absolute stillness, and Servants and Masters alike, young girls and young men, all fell into a deep slumber.

It's getting dark, please close your eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Shuoyue heard a system notification in the darkness.

[Dream Seeker, please open your eyes]

So the young man opened his eyes, waking up from his hazy dream, and his first reaction was to complain.

Damn, the Holy Grail system is too fair! I don't even know when I fell asleep. Now I can guarantee my sleep quality every night...

Thinking this, Shuoyue received a notification from the system.

Please select a player to become the sleepwalker.

A screen of light appeared in front of him, and a number appeared above the heads of all the participants in the game. With just a thought, Shuoyue could choose the object he wanted to 'capture dreams'.

After a moment of thought, Shuoyue's gaze locked onto a Master who was lying on the tatami mat with his groping hand on his junior's chest.

I choose you, contestant number 6, Fujimaru Ritsuka!

There was no guessing or deduction on the first night; it was all based on intuition. Among everyone, Ritsuka was top-notch in terms of both presence and importance. If the werewolves were to make a move, it would most likely be this Master who would suffer.

[You have made your selection. Please close your eyes again.]

A gentle yet irresistible force swept over her, and Shuoyue closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful dream.

When everyone woke up at the same time, it was already bright daylight. Only their unchanging movements before they 'fell asleep' proved that the game last night was not a dream.

"Hey! I've been hanging here all day, someone come and put me down!"

One of the servants, who had been hanging there all night and was covered in dew, shouted loudly, thus beginning the busy day ahead.

Unlike the noisy crowd early in the morning, Draco stayed in bed for a long time before slowly breaking free of the blankets, getting up, and stretching out in the morning light.

I glanced to the side and saw that the other bed was neatly arranged, with no sign of anyone lying down.

Before being forced to sleep, Shuoyue was busy decorating the room and didn't have time to come back.

Draco is an understanding girl, so Draco won't get angry.

But... I feel a little lonely.

With no one around, Draco simply hugged his thighs, curled up into a ball, his seemingly ferocious dragon tail lying flat on its scales, wrapped around his sides.

Psychologically speaking, this is a very insecure posture, and for Draco, who already knows her own fate, what she fears most is that no one will witness her end.

Having crossed the sea from endless black mud, she is the end of gluttonous prosperity. This is the great harlot of Babylon, the seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon—also Draco's form as a beast, one of humanity's destructive devices.

This uncontrollable decline has been broken. The young man drew his bow and arrow in the arena, hunted her down, and exhausted all his soul, gently but irresistibly depriving her of any possibility of returning.

Thus, she returned to the endless void, to the contract of imaginary numbers. Even though she remained here, her true form was still silent in the cold and endless sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

...Oh, and there's this woman who sings all day long without any soundproofing; it's so noisy.

Draco sighed helplessly, having skillfully blocked out the KTV scene on the other side.

She no longer belongs to Rome, nor to, and is unlikely to be integrated into, human civilization... She is like a drifting duckweed, with only the new moon as her root.

Therefore, she, Draco, is someone who is very afraid of being alone.

If no one is by her side, even a second longer is torture, but she doesn't hate Shuoyue's self-determination. That willingness to do anything for redemption is enough to warm her long life.

She was originally a parasite existing in the shadow of Shuoyue. If something really happened, she could just perish together with Shuoyue. If they could keep an eye on each other, the journey to death would not be lonely.

"In return, should I transform into the Third Spirit Origin... No, no, I will absolutely, absolutely not become like that!"

Refuting his own wavering, Draco, still in the form of a young girl, jumped off the bed, his face still bearing that unhappy expression, but his tail wagged disobeyingly, revealing a hint of excitement.

What stories will we witness today?

I ended up writing too much, so I'll just make it 4,000 words per chapter. One update today.

Chapter 345 Can it be transformed into a pretty girl and added to the gacha pool?

Chapter 346 Can it be transformed into a pretty girl and added to the gacha pool?

If you want to demonstrate cultural diversity, nothing is more suitable than Chaldea, where heroes from different countries gather and legends passed down to this day converge, creating an incredibly strange and interesting spectacle.

For this reason, heroes have distinct personalities and preferences in every aspect.

For example, housing.

The results of the Werewolf game will not be announced until dusk. Before that, the wolves, villagers, and gods with their own ulterior motives will work together to build this small island.

Tamamo: "As expected, the smell of wood can calm people down."

Artoria: "Wait a minute, perhaps I'm being nosy, but a simple dwelling made of wood is no different from a stable, is it?"

Tamamo: "Hmm, just because it's a wooden hut, I thought it was for animals... even though Kiyohime and I are indeed a fox and a snake!"

Artoria: "No, um, I didn't mean to be so rude... I'm very sorry. I just felt that as the Master's initial base, it should serve as a bridgehead for the development of this island, and the wooden hut seems a bit too plain."

Artoria: "I think it's better to choose stone and build a solid living space. The sense of security that stone provides is irreplaceable. Its defensive capabilities are also quite considerable."

Mordred (inner monologue): Damn it, it's only a coincidence, but our opinions actually overlap!

Ilya: "But if it's magic, it should be able to build even better houses, right? Like a mansion or something, just like my house!"

Miyu: "A garden villa... If Illya likes it, I'd be happy to."

Mash: "Everyone seems to have a lot of ideas, but I think in the end it depends on the Master's preference."

Shuoyue: "Only children make choices. As an adult, of course I want them all, right?"

Xiao Hei: "...Do you have any complaints about us?"

Fufu: "Fufu!"

In the midst of their debate over personal preferences, Ilya and the others had long forgotten about Sakugetsu's villainous identity. Instead, they earnestly recommended the house styles they liked. After receiving Ritsuka's approval, Sakugetsu, meeting everyone's expectant gazes, smiled and spread her hands.

"Projection started"

A miracle beyond equivalent exchange has descended upon this place. The projection derived from the inherent barrier reappears. Before long, a Japanese-style cottage and an exquisite Western-style house appeared on both sides of the Chinese courtyard of Shuoyue.

As for the stone house recommended by Dai Mao and Xiao Mo, it was rejected because it was not aesthetically pleasing enough.

However, the two Knights of the Round Table did not care about the people living there, and they tacitly chose different houses to stay in, the reason for which is probably self-evident.

After a flurry of activity, not to mention the Servants and the increasingly abnormal Sakugetsu... and Ritsuka, the magical girls, who had been carefree and playing around all morning after escaping the pain of sleeping in the open, were panting and drenched in sweat.

Looking at Illya, who was panting heavily from the heat, Mashu silently turned her head to look at Ritsuka, who had no backache or leg pain and could outrun Berserker while carrying her older sister. Suddenly, she said:

"Senior, did you know that humans need about 3 liters of water a day, and in this hot southern environment, they should need even more water?"

Ritsuka was taken aback: "Mash, isn't your expression too serious?"

“Water is very important; it’s a matter of life and death. So I hope you can pay more attention to it.” Mashu raised her index finger, adopting a rare lecturing posture. “Until now, we’ve been relying on collecting rainwater or fetching water from other places. I’ve started to feel that this approach is very inefficient, so I discussed it with Mr. Sakugetsu.”

Shuoyue appeared at this moment, smiling and saying, "Well, she discussed it with me, and in short, we decided to build a water source first."

"Can projection magic really go this far?" Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise.

“I’ve investigated; there’s groundwater beneath this island.” Shuoyue snapped her fingers. “As for the transportation method, I can solve that with displacement magic.”

"Displacement magic? Wait, could it be that your magic is also of the exceptional level?" Tamamo also came out from the Japanese-style garden and heard Sakugetsu's plan. "Ordinary displacement magic can't teleport such a long distance."

"As expected of Tamamo-no-Mae, the former one-tailed celestial fox." Sakugetsu had nothing to hide and said frankly, "If we were to rate her by Servant rank, she would probably be A+."

"?!" Tamamo-no-Mae was stunned, while Mash and Ritsuka next to her reacted much more.

It's important to understand that Servants with A-rank skills either possess extraordinary abilities or are strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with top-tier Servants—especially those with A+ rank skills in magic, who are far more versatile than typical combat-oriented Servants.

It has reached an A+ level of displacement magic... This is already close to the level of magic.

Not to mention his incredible projection magic!

"Brother, big brother! How old are you? How old are you? Are you famous in your world? Can you turn into a girl and be added to the gacha pool?" Ritsuka grabbed Sakumo's arm, her eyes sparkling. "Can I take something off you to use as a relic for summoning?"

Even before becoming a Servant, she was able to instantly kill Mordred. Ritsuka couldn't even imagine how overpowered Sakumo would be after becoming a Servant!

Sakugetsu was already used to Ritsuka's occasional erratic behavior. He calmly slapped away the Master's paw, a disturbing smile appearing on his face:

"I am strong, that's for sure—but unfortunately, you don't want to draw me."

At this point, Shuoyue smiled and turned around to look at the entrance of the Chinese-style courtyard. Draco, who was hiding behind the door and peeping, snorted and slammed the door shut.

He wasn't saying this to reject Ritsuka; it was simply true.

Endless Sorrowful Wishes: EX

The Riddler's inherent skill is even more unstable than the EX-level Berserk. If the previous descriptions were still shrouded in mystery, the new annotations after the Moonlit Night completely subdued Draco have made everything clear.

[Under the blessing of [the curse], this curse underwent a transformation, beginning to resemble an alternative black wish-granting machine. When the otherworldly prayers descend, even the skill's holder cannot control the emergence of another 'self.' As the malevolence is amplified, a certain statistic is also elevated to its peak.]

This is love from the abyss.

Just as the Berserk skill can sacrifice sanity to gain stats, 'Endless Sorrowful Wish' is even more extreme. While pushing a stat to its peak, it also amplifies the dark side of human nature.

Now, Shuoyue has come to her senses. During the Second Singularity, Bai Qi, also known as Lord Wu'an, had his original abilities overwritten by his Spirit Origin, which is why 'Endless Sorrowful Wish' wasn't triggered. However, after Lord Wu'an's Spirit Origin dissipated and Shuoyue returned as a class, her personality clearly changed. That's why she burned herself without hesitation, shooting out that arrow of redemption—