Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Stepping into the woods, Shuoyue saw a starry sky that seemed closer. The faint light reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars, and a clump of reeds swayed in the wind not far away.

The smells and sounds of dawn are amazingly rich. The breeze tells everyone that the soil and plants really do have a fragrance, and the insects that peek out from the soil early make their sounds appear and disappear, like entering a symphony with a gradually slowing rhythm.

But Shuoyue could clearly discern that in the deep chorus, a girl was weeping softly. Her weeping was clearly filled with sorrow and a sense of abandonment, as if the nightmare of the past had once again enveloped her, leaving her with no way to escape.

She was indeed redeemed by the moon goddess in Arcadia and raised by a mother bear, but the girl would never forget how her father, with his cold and ruthless hands, abandoned her in the deserted forest.

Just like that young man, who so resolutely severed his ties with her.

In the end, I still couldn't hold onto any happiness.

Kill him? I can't. Kill him? I can't. Kill him? I can't.

So run away, run as far away as possible, until you're out of his sight and reach.

In this way, she could forget that memory and rediscover the beauty of the first female hunter of Greece...

Footsteps sounded, and when Atalanta turned her head, her face streaked with tears, she saw that familiar figure.

Good morning, Atalanta, I've arrived.

A New Year’s letter to book friends

What do you call this? It's like someone delivering a pillow when you're dozing off. You're just wondering what to say when Qidian (the starting point) comes to you on its own.

Okay, I have something to announce here.

I'm going to stop updating!

—Just kidding, it's not that serious, Joan of Arc wouldn't do that, fellow readers, put down your knives.

It's impossible for me to stop updating. Even if something comes up and I have to finish the story early, I will finish writing the subplots before wrapping it up. I won't leave half a mess behind and run away.

However, the update frequency will inevitably decrease, not because of rice (although rice is indeed not much) or traffic (if you write well, you will be granted FGO traffic!), but because of other issues, which involve spiritual matters.

For a novelist writing a long serialized work, passion and writing skills are both indispensable. But now, I've not only failed to make significant progress in my writing skills, but I'm also losing my passion, which is a very dangerous state. I sit in front of the computer for half a day without being able to write a single word, then rush to sleep late at night, and repeat the same thing the next day—it's clearly a vicious cycle.

I lost time to organize, grow, and recharge myself, and the adjective "stagnation" is clearly what we storytellers fear most.

Looking back on last year's writing (it hasn't even been a year since this book started), I still remember the excitement I felt when writing about the Fourth World War, and the secret joy of still browsing the book review section a few days before exams. I even had several serious arguments with some armchair critics. It's just a pity that now, I'm too lazy to even open the writer's assistant's message board. The realities of schoolwork and daily life have gradually eroded my enthusiasm and made it impossible for me to connect with the characters in the book.

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This is clearly a very dangerous situation.

As for the popularity of Type-Moon, you all know. Although we love the vast world of Type-Moon, it is undeniable that very few people in the new era are willing to join us. After all, this is a major IP from more than ten years ago. The former glory of Gensokyo and its current decline are the best lessons for Type-Moon.

Especially considering that several of his works were absolutely terrible... (rambling)

The time invested and the returns are not proportional, which is one of the reasons why I made this decision. Although reducing the amount of updates will also cause my perfect attendance to be interrupted, I don't want to sacrifice the future for the present. I should read some books. Who would have thought that if e-books are not counted, I read less than double digits of books last year?

I apologize for the reduced update frequency, which has affected your reading experience. However, I hope to improve my writing, make the story more engaging, and rekindle my lost enthusiasm. A high-quality chapter is far better than a collection of uninteresting flowery phrases.

Finally, I wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance, and I hope you will continue to support this book. Thank you in advance!

Chapter 511 Divine Punishment: Wild Boar Hide

Morning light filtered through the dense treetops, scattering across the forest in the early morning. In the interplay of light and darkness, a figure moved swiftly, stirring the wind that rustled the leaves.

With a rustling sound of wind breaking, the veins on the leaves were pierced, and the arrow, gleaming with cold light, continued its relentless pursuit of the figure ahead.

Sunlight filtering through the gaps in the treetops imbued the arrow with magic. As it returned to shadow, golden shards of light scattered, illuminating the youth's tousled hair. A sense of impending danger rang out, and the youth jerked to the side. Time seemed to slow down in an instant. He stared intently at the arrow so close to his face, catching glimpses of the blood droplets reflected on the shaft and his suddenly narrowed iridescent blue eyes.

The arrow grazed past, time resumed its flow, the youth landed, and continued his mad dash.

Behind him, the emerald-green huntress gripped the Sky Bow tightly, pursuing relentlessly. Her lips were almost bitten until they bled, yet her pursuit remained graceful. Leaves and dappled sunlight tinted her hair with natural colors, but her arm, her left hand corrupted by resentment, had robbed the girl of her beautiful face.

"Don't even think about escaping! Offer this to the two great deities... a petition arrow!"

Without giving its prey a moment to breathe, Atalanta shot at the non-existent moon in the sky, summoning a meteor shower in the daytime. As they fell, they received Apollo's blessing, and illusory solar flames clung to them, adding to their power!

Golden lightning exploded, arrogantly tearing through the tall trees and shooting straight into the sky. The young man's figure was enveloped by the pulsating arcs of electricity. Bioelectricity stimulated his cells, and his heart roared like an engine. Accompanied by throbbing veins and bulging blood vessels, white steam rose. His human form seemed to be covered by a golden exoskeleton. With a step, his body transformed into a streak of light and instantly escaped the range of the rain of arrows.

Faced with the new moon fleeing without a fight, Atalanta's hunter nature was ignited. Her competitive spirit led her to abandon reason and immerse herself in a fierce run, relying on the intuition honed over her long hunting career.

Chase, chase, chase, abandon suffering, forget yourself... until you surpass Arcadia and never stop!

We simply lost ourselves in the long-awaited, unbridled enjoyment of the hunt!

"Fairy Callisto, unleash divine punishment!"

The Great Bear above the constellation roared, and the seven stars joined together as an arrow, then split into seven again just as they approached the new moon. The drifting starlight seemed to tear down the Milky Way, surrounding the youth and piercing his body. Golden lightning pulsed restlessly, pounding against the starlight, but the seven arrows of the Big Dipper, a manifestation of the wrath of the gods, were unstoppable, easily destroying the lightning armor and piercing through it!

As the lightning dissipated, a figure in a black robe fell from the sky. Under the gaze of Apollo, the sun god, the body appeared so small. It could easily occupy another person's entire mind, yet it was like a grain of sand in the vast ocean of heaven and earth.

—Hit!

After chasing each other through most of the forest, Atalanta was overwhelmed by a great sense of accomplishment after finally shooting down her 'prey'. However, as her animalistic instincts subsided and her rationality returned, the huntress paused for a moment, then suddenly screamed and ran quickly in the direction where she had fallen.

Pushing aside the bushes and trees blocking her path, Atalanta smelled blood and the view before her suddenly opened up.

The blood-stained youth lay at the end of the hillside, at the top of a steep cliff. Above the cliff was the vast sky, a clear blue sky; below the cliff were crashing waves, echoing through the empty valley.

Faced with this magnificent sight, all grudges, hatred, wounds, and sorrows seem to become insignificant.

But Shuoyue was bleeding. Seven arrows mercilessly pierced his limbs and chest and abdomen. He was breathing with difficulty, and even the movement of propping himself up required all his strength.

Looking at the assassin so weakened, Atalanta laughed, but there was little pleasure in her smile; instead, it was somewhat complicated: "Why didn't you dodge? Did you think you could win my forgiveness this way? Can your injuries and bloodshed make up for the sacrifice of so many children?"

Even under the sunlight, the dark aura on the girl's arm lingered, starkly contrasting with the red bloodstains flowing down the young man's body. It was as if the girl's grief after her dreams were trampled far outweighed the young man's physical wounds.

“No, Atalanta…” A deep voice sounded, and the vibration of the vocal cords and the air made Atalanta slightly dizzy. She had never heard the Moonbeam’s voice so fragile.

“You are nature’s darling, a follower of the goddess of the hunt, so you would never understand.”

"What don't I understand?"

"You don't understand what it means to be human."

As she looked up, Atalanta belatedly realized that the young man's gaze towards her had never contained any human connection from the very beginning.

All that remains is appreciation and pity for beautiful wild animals.

A person who fantasizes about saving humanity and children is actually a hunter who grew up embracing nature. She doesn't even understand humanity, so how could she possibly dream of saving them?

"Industrial Revolution, foggy London, where everyone is bad, yet there is no bad person."

"Among this group of zombies, you will not find a single person who should be saved, nor a single person who was born to be eliminated."

“There is no culprit here, everyone here is a culprit—it’s not about finding the cancers affecting this city, hanging them from the streetlights, and then the city will get better and better. This city is an abyss, a bottomless pit. You arrest one group of villains, but another group will appear. You punish one culprit, but there will always be another.”

Whether she admits it or not, the hunt that lasted half a morning did allow Atalanta to vent her emotions. In front of the weakened Shuoyue, she unusually did not speak up to stop him, but simply pursed her lips and listened quietly to what he had not yet said.

“No one can withstand such a drain, Atalanta. This doesn’t refer to wealth or health, nor is it that only the person who reaches the end wins. Some things don’t even have an end.”

Blood dripped onto the ground, blooming into tiny flowers. Shuoyue swayed as she stood up and said to the dazed Atalanta:

"You must dedicate your entire life to the cause of saving children, not just cling to regrets... Resentment is resentment. Although the children suffered endless evil, that is all in the past. The order of the past has been broken, and the nightmares of the past have long since dissipated."

By the time Atalanta realized what was happening, her arm had already been grabbed. She looked up in astonishment, and those iridescent blue eyes, like whirlpools, drew all her attention away.

"So, let them go, and you'll be letting yourself go too, Atalanta."

"No...no, I disagree!"

Clenching her teeth tightly, for she could not feel hatred otherwise, Atalanta shook off Shuoyue's arm, and something even darker gathered on her resentful hand.

It was the fur of a wild beast, and a heavy, ominous aura covered the original color of the fur, leaving only an impenetrable black in one's sight.

Before that fur adorned with countless hatreds and delusions, even the new moon was awestruck and speechless:

"You're insane, Atalanta!"

He recognized the fur as Atalanta's second Noble Phantasm—the Divine Punishment Boar!

Chapter 512: It’s broken, I’m a substitute!

The Boar of Calydon, a giant monster released by Artemis to punish the nation, was a calamity that rallied warriors from all of Greece to fight, but was ultimately slain by Atalanta. The pelt that manifested from its legend is a cursed artifact that grants the user the power of the monster by wrapping it around their body.

Equipping this item grants a Berserk buff equivalent to Rank A, as well as Rank A transformation skills that add environmental traits. The cost is the loss of rationality, making the user, like Calydon's boar, obsessed with fighting and killing.

In any case, the new moon will not allow Atalanta to use this Noble Phantasm.

“Yes, I’ve gone mad.” Atalanta clutched the beast’s fur tightly and said, word by word, “I finally understand that this Noble Phantasm can only be used by those who harbor hatred. The fact that I can summon it means that I must have the desire to tear something to pieces.”

As she spoke, Atalanta's gaze passed over the new moon, and what was reflected in her eyes was a corner of the World Organization.

There, neither gods, heroes, monsters, nor evil kings exist.

If the evil deeds are committed by a demonic entity, then they can be subdued; if it is a god going berserk, then methods to appease the god can be considered.

However, that is not any of the above situations. It is precisely because errors mesh together like gears that the system, in which the weak are gradually eroded, can be executed perfectly.

“These are things I couldn’t save with my power… but you clearly had the ability to do so, yet you still abandoned them!”

"You sacrificed them," the girl's obsession roared, her soul wept. She had trusted this young man so much, but the purifying chant not only killed all the children but also shattered Atalanta's expectations of him.

This sense of loss and despair became the perfect sacrifice to activate the monster's fur.

Now, Atalanta has come to understand the true nature of those children. Neither New Moon nor Joan of Arc did anything wrong. If revenge is to be taken, it should be directed at the city itself.

But she had to vent; the hatred suppressed within her had to be released, whether by killing the person she was blaming or by burning herself to ashes.

With a "snap," Shuoyue reached out again, ignoring the dangerous aura, and grabbed the wild boar skin along with her arm.

"You...!"

"Then come on, Atalanta." The young man's voice rang in her ears, hoarse from his injuries, yet his tall figure stood before her like a majestic mountain.

"Are you blaming me for my attitude? I purified the vengeful spirits without even offering an explanation. You must have been heartbroken."

"That was indeed my mistake, please forgive me. If I had hesitated at that time, it would have put a mother and daughter in danger. I don't want to belittle your ideals, because I also came with the ideal of saving the world. It was absolutely not my intention to make you sad... I hope you can believe me."

"I will not refuse you whatever you want to do—that is my promise to you."

Shuoyue understood that it was his actions that provoked Atalanta, causing her to feel 'tired and want to destroy,' and even summon the forbidden second Noble Phantasm. Therefore, he was responsible for all the suffering caused by his mistake.

Atalanta, who expected to hear angry rebukes or even curses, was stunned. She stared blankly at the sincere-looking Shuoyue, the image of him enduring seven arrows without flinching flashing through her mind. Then she looked at his arm, which was covered with black lines, and suddenly panicked, instinctively pushing him away.

"Wait a minute, I..."

However, Atalanta overlooked the fact that this was a cliff, and the heavily injured Shuoyue didn't seem to have much strength. With her push, although she tore off the boar skin of divine punishment, her body was blown away like a piece of paper by the wind. In front of Atalanta, whose pupils shrank, the assassin laughed as he fell off the cliff.