Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"It's her name, Dr. Frankenstein, right? Her creator. How exactly do you design something to create a monster like that?"

Amakusa couldn't help but smile wryly at Shakespeare's words, and at the same time, he suddenly came up with a wicked idea.

"Please materialize. Now I need your 'theater'."

"Oh, I see, I see! Then let him, whom you both love and hate, meet you! 'A person's life is but a wandering shadow, nothing more than a pitiful actor. When it's their turn to appear, they merely shout a few times on stage with feigned seriousness!'"

Like the devil in "Faust," a man dressed in extravagant robes appeared, bowing dramatically while flipping through the pages of a book in his hands.

"The performance has begun! Thunderous applause is in order!"

With such a clean and decisive release of her Noble Phantasm, the crimson figure vanished instantly, while Frankenstein, speeding through the forest, encountered that person—a girl draped in a snow-white wedding dress.

"Stop it."

"Ugh...!?"

It was an unbelievable miracle; the man who couldn't possibly be here was speaking to her with an expression so gentle, unlike his usual demeanor. He had never smiled at her like that in his lifetime.

Frankenstein, who continued to accelerate even under attack, suddenly stopped. She, who was usually reluctant to show her emotions, opened her mouth in disbelief.

The man who appeared before her, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, was none other than her creator: Dr. Frankenstein.

He is the man who created me, my father, and the object of my loathing—

Why? What on earth is going on?!

Ken was not surprised by his presence; what truly shocked her was the doctor's incredibly gentle smile.

From the moment I opened my eyes, my father's face was contorted with disgust. I had expected him to give me a blessing, but all that came out of his mouth were insults.

It happened on a quiet night in November—

"It failed, it failed, it failed, it failed, it failed!"

"How could this be? This guy is a completely useless wooden puppet!"

"No emotions! Is the connection broken?! Even her tear ducts aren't working. In that case, she's not even human, let alone a perfect Eve!"

—Oh, I see. It seems I've produced a failure.

The reason I felt sad was not because my work was deemed a failure, but because I felt sorry for my father, who was frantically grabbing my hair.

"I'm sorry, Father. I'm sorry, it was a failure. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll change. I'll correct it properly. So please don't be angry. Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry—"

I wanted to cry, but for some reason I couldn't. It seemed like even the ability to shed tears wasn't functioning properly. Every time I tried to comfort him as he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, he would push me away, beat me, and kick me away.

He didn't feel any pain himself. But every time he was beaten... his heart felt like it was being tightly constricted, but Frankenstein didn't know why.

Seeing her father still filled with remorse even after several days, the girl felt sorry for him. She pondered what she should do and how she could comfort him. So, she made up her mind and went outside.

There are all sorts of things there.

Green trees, a crystal-clear pool, and a dazzling sun. Perhaps if she took these things to her father, he would be very happy. Just as she was thinking this, a stray dog ​​suddenly attacked her, probably reacting to the stench emanating from her clothes.

Seeing the dog bite her arm, she simply snapped its neck. In that instant, she received a divine revelation.

"It's so beautiful, so very beautiful. It symbolizes life, it symbolizes vitality. Because I don't have anything like it, it must be very beautiful—"

She then tore open the dog's abdomen, revealing even more brightly colored entrails. These were something she herself lacked, so she imagined they must be beautiful. Ultimately, she decided to present them to her father as a gift. The peach-colored entrails were beautiful, and the bright red blood was beautiful too. Ugliness and filth held no appeal for her; even the smell of blood didn't bother her.

...The moment she showed it to her father, their relationship was decisively severed. Dr. Frankenstein abandoned everything and began to run away from his creation, because the fact that she was not only a failure but also an ugly, inhuman monster had been made clear.

A life form that finds blood beautiful and is captivated by the sight of internal organs—that is what is known as a monster.

"No, that's not it. It's true, I'm normal. I just wanted to make my father happy."

But her father never smiled at her until the very end; he only fled in fear. In the end, he left her with an absolute curse.

"You're a monster! A crazy monster!"

...Therefore, she tried her best to remain normal, determined to stay rational, determined to understand the common sense of the world, and also determined to find a partner.

Why? Because everyone has a family. Having been rejected by her father, she desperately needed family. However, it wasn't something she could simply get by wanting it, nor something she could take back by force. So, she decided to visit her father.

"Please give me someone who is willing to love me, please give me someone who is willing to look at me. If you say I am the perfect maiden Eve, then you have an obligation to create Adam as the original human being—"

Her father refused her request, and the girl went mad with anger and sorrow. The anger stemmed from her father's betrayal. The sorrow came from the realization that she would be alone until her death.

She just wanted to be loved, she just wanted to love others, she just wanted to know what love was.

...No, if even this wish cannot be fulfilled, then at least I hope he hates me.

Hate me, for this is my only connection to the world and to you.

She began the chase, and in her impatience with her fleeing father, she killed his family. Even so, her father continued to run; his heart was broken, and not even the thought of avenging the murder of his beloved could rise in his mind.

Why won't you hate me? Why won't you look at me?

On the Antarctic ice sheet, the desperate girl finally grabbed onto her father and threw herself into the flames with him. Thus, the story of Frankenstein came to an end. All that remained was the legend of the "ugly monster."

Now, the father who betrayed the girl was right in front of her, gazing at her with a gentle expression. This was exactly the moment she had dreamed of.

Yes, that's good. You don't need to fight anymore, because I didn't create you for that purpose.

"Ugh, ah..."

The doctor reached out to his head—it seemed he was about to do what parents often do to their children. He was about to stroke his own head. That was exactly what he had always longed for.

I long to be loved, and I long to receive love from others.

I also really want to fall in love with someone else.

This wish will soon come true.

However, precisely because of this—

It's sizzling!

As the blade flashed, the doctor's smiling face froze, and his appearance vanished like a phantom. Amidst the flying wood chips, the remains of two puppets fell to the ground, completely still.

“A coward who flees from his own creation and sins, and is even worse than a villain who sacrifices his child, should not come here to embarrass himself.”

The young man disgustedly threw away the sharp blade in his hand, opened his palm, and covered the head of the rushing berserker. With a sudden burst of strength, he slammed the girl carrying the warhammer into the ground!

Boom!

Amidst the swirling dust, the young man's calm voice continued: "Of course, even if I didn't lift a finger, you would have smashed him to pieces, wouldn't you?"

"Frankenstein, the Black one."

"Goooo..."

The girl groaned in pain, her black robe billowing in the wind, and the assassin's image finally appeared in her blurred vision—

Her white hair flowed freely, her demeanor was sharp, and her iridescent blue pupils seemed capable of killing everything.

Shuoyue still bore the marks of the battlefield, but for some reason, he always held a white flower in his left hand. Even with one hand holding her head, the young man still squatted down and gently placed the flower in front of her.

"This is our second meeting, Frankenstein."

He said, "You will die here."

No doubt about it, although it's a bit chaotic, updates have resumed, and I'll gradually get my sleep schedule back on track.

Chapter 468 New Moon, Leaving the Battlefield

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The black robes were like a long night, and the demonic eyes were like a cold moon. When the new moon was fully unleashed, revealing the assassin's characteristics and violence, the nightmare for the Black Faction began.

The magic bullet whistled down from the sky, trailing streaks of light, and struck the rafters of Wallachia with pinpoint accuracy, destroying them completely. This revealed Vlad III's ashen face. He roared and raised his hand, unleashing a torrent of turbid water that swept through everything in its path, piercing through the dragon-tooth soldiers, the golems, and the androids, leveling the undulating ground before finally disappearing into the distance.

Countless trees and debris swayed and fell, raising clouds of dust amidst the roar.

But not a single ghost could be seen inside.

The new moon disappeared again.

"gone?"

"But Your Highness, there's one more here!"

Astolfo, riding his eagle, darted left and right, drawing the attention of Spartacus who gave chase. The gladiator, almost the size of a cosmic monster, swung his arms with all his might, and amidst cries of alarm, a figure plummeted from the sky!

"Tsk." Vlad III snorted in displeasure, but still waved his hand, catching the figure with a rafter stake, and said irritably, "A cavalryman like you was so frightened that you fell off your horse? You really are..."

"Ah, what are you saying, Your Highness? I can't hear you!"

A powerful shout came from the sky, and Vlad III's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, he saw the rafters explode and a dark gun barrel pointed at his face. The trigger was pulled, and sparks flew out.

boom!

A tearing pain shot through his cheek. Flanders III roared and clutched his face, clearly feeling the bone being shattered. He could even feel the deep indentation in his fingertips. The pain ignited the Grand Duke's ferocity. He grabbed the muzzle of Shuoyue's gun with his bloodied hand and gripped it tightly, but then felt a sudden lightness in his hand as he pulled the entire fist gun away.

Shuoyue had already clashed her fists together, and with a sonic boom, she punched him in the chest.

A crisp cracking sound rang out as dozens more rafters were permanently destroyed. Even with the temporary barrier erected, Flanders III was still sent flying backward amidst the cracking sound. Once he regained his footing, Shuoyue activated 'Aura Concealment' once more and disappeared into the endless shadows.

The assassin's 'aura concealment', combined with the unique 'circle' of Bajiquan, made the already agile assassin even more ghostly, almost blending into the environment.

How can you distinguish another place of night in the darkness?

Vlad didn't care about the damage to his Noble Phantasm. He gripped his fist tightly, and the rafters poured out like a torrent. It wasn't meant to be a wide-range attack—that wouldn't be able to do anything to the new moon—but rather, like a sharp sword, it pierced towards the red archer Atalanta who was not far away!

As a commander, Vlad III was well-versed in military strategy, and judging from the previous performance of the new moon, he would never sit idly by and watch the female archer get injured.

However, he overlooked the fact that Atalanta was not a third-rate Heroic Spirit, but a first-rate hunter in Greece.

"If you want to catch up with me, then give it a try!"

Sensing the attack, Atalanta leaped into the air and nimbly crossed the battlefield. The rafters chased after her closely, but with Atalanta focused on running away, she easily dodged even the ambushes from all sides.

In the darkness, an excessively burly figure appeared in a blurry outline. A gust of wind rushed towards Atalanta, who immediately became furious and desperately twisted her body to dodge the rafters and veer to the side.

call--

A hurricane swept across the plains, not a natural phenomenon, but the giant hand of a rebellious gladiator after he had mutated into a behemoth!

Like a falling leaf, Atalanta was tossed about by the unstable air currents, and to make matters worse, Vlad III seized upon Spartacus's 'assistance' and sent countless rafters hurtling towards her.

! ”

Realizing she couldn't escape, Atalanta didn't hesitate to ask for help, and the black-robed assassin appeared as she wished, grabbing Atalanta's slender waist and gathering her flowing emerald green hair. In this way, he carried her through the storm of rafters in a princess carry.

curled up on the young man's chest like a large kitten, Atalanta looked up at his face, her pretty cheeks slightly flushed.