Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

Amleth went mad and started talking nonsense.

The powerful pressure from the divine beast made it impossible for him to even think, and he could only deny it in the most one-sided and direct way.

Instinct drove him to leave here.

Just like the humans who encountered disasters before the Age of Gods, they could only flee in fear before the will of nature.

Looking at Amreth who was fleeing in panic.

A hint of mocking sneer appeared on Moran's face:

"Please open your eyes and look carefully whether it's true or not. Go and clean it up."

"Roar--!"

The three-headed dog of hell took a swift step forward on all fours.

It chased in the direction Amleth had left.

The fantasy seed of the Age of Gods was running through the streets of London. If you tell anyone about this, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

But the fact is, this is what happened.

"Without the power of Hades, the newly born Cerberus is indeed inferior to the divine beast. Although its strength has been greatly reduced, it can definitely be called a disaster in modern times."

Moran looked in the direction where the three-headed dog of hell left.

He wasn't worried about it at all.

After all, it is the famous three-headed dog of hell.

Hunting magicians is easy.

As for whether the people in the Clock Tower would observe him, he didn't care at all. Even if he was discovered to be the one controlling the three-headed dog of Hell, could they still seal him away?

Generating a three-headed hellhound is not Moran's limit.

If he is conservative, he can generate three or more instantly.

Moreover, these three-headed hellhounds can choose whether to remain in the world according to Moran's wishes.

Even three hellhounds aren't enough.

Moran can also prepare in advance to cultivate a large army of monsters, so that even blowing up the clock tower will not be a problem.

Of course, he has always advocated friendly coexistence.

If someone is blind enough to provoke him, Moran doesn't mind summoning the army of monsters from the Age of Gods to fight.

"Mr. Moran, are you going to just ignore that three-headed hellhound?"

"Don't worry, it will disappear later. You don't have to worry about it causing any riots in London. I'm not a terrorist. I love peace the most!"

Moran smiled as if bathed in the spring breeze.

Wash away the worries lingering in Camus's mind.

As a magician, she could guess what would happen to Amleth.

However, Camus believes that Moran is not wrong.

When she recalled the heroic figure of Moran standing in front of her just now, her heart still palpitated.

It’s a pity, looking at Moran walking in front of him.

The originally good atmosphere was soured by Amreth's intervention, and her idea of inviting Moran to the cafe was also ruined.

But that's not a problem.

Moran and she were both students in the El-Melloi classroom.

After that, I will definitely have another chance.

.....

As Moran and Camus embarked on their journey home in an ambiguous atmosphere, Amleth presented a different picture.

Running in panic on the streets of London.

All the magic power was injected into his legs, bursting out at an astonishing speed.

His internal organs were howling as if they were being torn apart.

Over-driving the body causes pain to spread throughout the body.

Even at this point, Amleth still desperately wanted to get away from the horrific place he had just been in.

"Huh...Huh! It's fake! It must be fake!"

Amleth held on to this thought tightly.

It seems that only in this way can I escape.

Running with a staggering gait.

Running on these deserted streets.

How could that guy with inferior bloodline control the divine beast? He must have used some means to mislead me!

Whenever Amleth thought this way.

The image of a ferocious monster as sharp as a mountain, as hot and hideous as a mountain, will flash through your mind.

I can't figure it out.

It almost drives people crazy.

In the face of such terror, I lost the confidence to remain normal and could only run away like a stray dog.

Abandon reason, self, and dignity.

Keep running and running to survive.

thump--! !

Finally, it reached a point where even my body functions could no longer support me.

He fell heavily onto the muddy grass.

Before I knew it, I had run to the suburbs.

“—Haha, ahahaha, hahahahaha!”

Amleth fell to his knees and laughed wildly.

It was like releasing all the emotions that had been pent up in my heart.

Even though I don't want to do that.

But it would be crazy not to do this.

After regaining his sanity and swallowing the bitterness and despair, Amleth just laughed up to the sky.

This laughter contains irreparable loss.

Because the darkness is creeping.

Thousands of times hotter than the fireballs he had thrown, the deadly beast from Hades was approaching.

No matter where you flee, it's useless—

Wait until Amreth came to his senses.

He heard the rumbling sound of footsteps and felt like something was walking out of the darkness.

Strange, this is all so strange.

The surroundings were unconsciously dyed with a hot red.

The severe pain made my whole body jump like a spring.

Be it the body, the consciousness, the vision, or the world.

They all spun like emergency lights.

Finally, Amleth found out.

My body is burning like firewood!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The screams were swallowed by the waves of flames.

A charred human-like thing fell to the ground.

I couldn't move my hands or feet.

They were twisted into immobile shapes.

Only pain filled my eyes.

The sound of fat exploding could be heard from the fields outside the city.

In the end, the foolish Amreth did not realize that it was the end of the filth that flowed from his body.

.......

Ps: To express my apologies to all readers, the author has updated eight chapters today. I hope you will calm down.

The next chapter enters the simulation. This second simulation is the story of the protagonist making up for the regrets of the first simulation and confronting the Mecha God head-on.

There will be no shortage of explosive plot points.

I have to say this humbly (begging humbly), the author has apologized so sincerely, can you give me some flowers and monthly tickets?

Chapter 35: The second simulation begins [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

After an extremely extraordinary day.

Moran returned to the student dormitory with a familiar atmosphere.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he turned his eyes to the clock on the wall. There were still more than ten minutes before the simulation refreshed.

Soon, the second simulation will be started.

"Phew, ten more minutes."

Moran muttered to himself as he sat on the bed.

Apart from dealing with the argument with Kenneth, he spent most of his time thinking.

Thinking about how to conduct the second simulation.

How to make the ending more perfect.

The tragic scene of his death in the moonlight, the emotions pent up in his chest have not yet dissipated.

"Let's make a different choice in this simulation. My biggest advantage is that I can run multiple simulations."

Moran determined the direction of the second simulation.

He asked the simulator for more detailed rules during the day.

[Fixed talents and skills can also be carried over to the next simulation and do not occupy the talent skill selection slot at the beginning of the simulation]

This simulation adds the three fixed skills already carried, plus the three additional skills selected at the beginning of the simulation.

That is, he can possess six skills.

It’s twice as much as the first week.

The only thing to worry about is that I hope the simulator doesn't draw out any useless skills.

It’s time to do the final thinking and sorting.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

The number of simulations in the life simulator will be refreshed accordingly.

[Today's simulation times have been reset]

[The host can enter the simulator for simulation at any time]

[Please note that if you do not simulate within 24 hours, the number of simulations will not be accumulated when you refresh.]

Hear the prompts from the simulator in your mind.