Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"There's still time."

As Shirou entered the train station, he checked the time; it was still a long way from the start of morning reading.

Shirou glanced at the scarlet Command Seal markings on the back of his hand and pulled his sleeve down a little.

"It's a bit conspicuous..."

The tram was already quite full of passengers at this time.

If it were any later, this carriage would probably be packed with office workers with dark circles under their eyes, swaying and dozing off in their seats.

With a slight vibration, the tram, which was still empty at this point in time, began to move.

As the train started moving, the scenery outside the window began to change gradually.

The morning light, warm and gentle, shone into eyes that had long been accustomed to artificial lighting, instantly waking them up.

The tram travels on the elevated bridge, offering a panoramic view of the still-sleeping city of Fuyuki.

On the other side of the railway, gentle sea cliffs and a hazy horizon can be seen.

The farther away you are, the brighter the sky appears.

In contrast, the azure seawater appears even more intensely blue.

The sea surface reflected the sunlight, swaying quietly.

Just as watching candle flames or a flowing stream can bring peace of mind, the ocean in the morning also has a magical power to soothe the soul.

You won't get tired of looking at it for a long time; on the contrary, you'll become even more attracted to it, and it makes you feel inexplicably refreshed.

Shirou let his mind wander and gazed at the sea.

"Since I have nothing else to do for the time being, I'll take a look at this panel first."

His own attribute values ​​looked quite pleasing to the eye, and he wanted to take a second look.

Shirou withdrew his gaze from the window, closed his eyes, and immersed his consciousness in the panel in his mind.

The interface unfolds in the next moment.

The group chat function that he had just unlocked was indeed similar to the group chat interfaces he was familiar with.

It's just simpler, without so many fancy features.

"It's more like WeChat."

Shirou keenly noticed a prominent "Check-in" option on the main interface of the group chat.

With a touch of curiosity, he tried to tap it with his mind.

You have checked in today.

"It's the same function..."

Looking at the pop-up notification box, Shirou pursed his lips.

I thought I could find a loophole.

"The card-drawing function requires 100 points per draw, which seems a bit too difficult."

Shirou stroked his chin, having already made up his mind.

"Since there's a check-in function in the group, can other group members also check in using the same method?"

With the idea of ​​verifying his conjecture in mind, Shirou eagerly turned his gaze to the group member list.

However, all that met the eye was a blank page.

The member list was empty; he was the only group owner, all alone.

The entire group chat therefore seemed unusually quiet.

"Why is there not a single member in the group?"

Shirou's gaze searched the interface and quickly settled on a particular function.

【Random Invitation】

"It seems that this feature can be used to invite new members."

Shirou muttered to himself as he tried it out.

[Gift attempts have been used]

Each invitation requires 1 point.

[Start search...]

[Searching...]

Search complete!

[Morgan Lefebvre has joined the group chat!]

[World travel feature is now unlocked!]

Upon seeing that name, Shirou's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"Morgan Lefebvre? Is that the Morgan I'm thinking of?"

Shirou tentatively struck up a conversation with this new group member in the group chat.

[Chiki Shirou: "Hello, Morgan."]

……

Age of Gods.

The flickering candlelight cast a dim light.

The upside-down wrought iron thorn chandelier swayed slightly overhead.

Inside the castle, in a lavishly decorated room.

A bewitching beauty with dark blue lip gloss lay on her side on the couch, gazing at the bright moon outside the window, her expression sorrowful and moving.

"Just for that ridiculous desire to win, you created a laughable fake to replace me...?"

Yuther Pendragon.

Her father.

The mere thought of that name made Morgan grit his teeth in hatred.

However, no matter how much she hated it, she had to admit it.

Artoria Pendragon, the younger sister born after her, is a red dragon born from the blood of the Britannic Fantasy race. She is like a last glimmer of light in the face of the decline of the Age of Gods.

Morgan felt both annoyed and fearful as he watched his sister grow at an astonishing pace since birth.

If it were just that one red dragon, it wouldn't be so bad. Morgan, whose magic is already outstanding, wouldn't be so easily breached.

The important thing is...

The decline of the Age of Gods was an inevitable trend.

Thus, the fortunes of the entire era will be bestowed upon the son of the Red Dragon amidst this torrent.

In this way, Morgan never had another chance to vindicate herself.

The scourge of Britain, a monster among monsters, a treacherous witch, a being that brings misfortune...

From childhood to adulthood, Morgan was subjected to all sorts of malicious nicknames.

As the daughter of the esteemed King Uther.

The mystery that should have been severed by the generation of his fathers was ironically manifested in Morgan at the cost of his ancestry.

Her extraordinary talent seemed to be a gift from the gods, endowing her with immense power.

But in Morgan's view...

This is less a gift and more a complete curse...

She did indeed awaken extraordinary magical talent, but it was a dark attribute completely opposite to King Uther's brilliance, thus beginning an unfortunate life in which she was feared by others.

In childhood, an uncontrollable dark magic passively caused crops to wither and vegetation to die.

The overflowing magic always shrouded Morgan in a deep, flowing shadow.

Her existence was like a plague, quickly arousing people's disgust.

From then on, Morgan wore a black veil to cover her face and lived in seclusion in her room.

She worked desperately hard to gain control of her power, hoping that one day she would be welcomed by everyone.

Unfortunately, the woman named Morgan Lefebvre only understood this much later.

It's not because I did anything wrong that I incurred their dislike.

It's because they inherently dislike it that everything they do is wrong.

As a stepdaughter, she was not trusted by her father from the very beginning.

Thus, having awakened this dark magical talent, Yuther's dislike for him became even more pronounced.

The girl named Morgan Lefebvre was never loved.