Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Author: Luo Shu

Summary:

There are two settings

In the clock tower, the professor is introducing the prosperity of European magic.

"I tell you, only Europe is the center of magic knowledge. Other regions are just places where country bumpkins live!"

"But teacher, Japan is holding a Holy Grail War. I heard it is related to the Third Law."

“…That’s a special case. Japan is still a rural area.”

"But the Fifth Magician is also in Japan."

"That's a special case, it doesn't mean anything."

"The descendants of the First Magician also live in Japan."

"Special...special case..."

"But the Fourth Magician is also in Japan... Sensei? Where are you going?"

“Pack your bags and move to Japan!”

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In the singularity that descended from beyond the source, he inherited the path of a magician and began to travel the world.

There is no such thing as destruction, no such thing as future, it just blows by like the wind.

But the originally light footsteps became heavy due to many causes and conditions without people noticing.

The Fairy Tale Witch, the Moon Princess, and the Fifth Magician who sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, their existence tied his mind to the planet.

So he understood

In order to shoulder their expectations, I will lead the world to a future without steel land and moon coral.

Plot line: Night of the Magician - Tsukihime -?

Magician Night

Prologue from the Root Cellar

In the distant age of gods, people acted according to the will of gods. They regarded the glory of gods as their own dignity and the joy and anger of gods as their own goals.

At that time, humans were just a thin existence in the literal sense. Although they had a body that could be used for thinking, they stubbornly placed everything on God.

Until a certain point, humans weren't really considered "human." They were nothing more than offspring, minions, and puppets of gods. Blaming everything on gods, they naturally didn't understand the world or explore themselves. There was no development, let alone becoming a "primate."

"The heavens and the earth, all things in the world are the incarnation of God. To think of such things is blasphemy. Our existence is the grace of God. Life and death are in the hands of the great being."

The humans who existed in the Age of Gods thought so.

They live an easy and simple life, without any expectations for tomorrow or any memories of the past.

We praise God for the greatness of life and resent God for the fear of death; we abandon the freedom of thinking and turn it into praise to God, and record the mysteries of the world as power and fear of God.

How foolish, later scholars sighed.

God is indeed great, but to regard him as the cause of all things is nothing but wishful thinking.

In the final analysis, the so-called gods cannot even be considered as the same kind of life forms. It is just that the vision of human beings at that time was too narrow, and they classified all the existences that held mystery and power into a unified category, and then worshipped them as gods with peace of mind.

Aside from some unusual beings that descended from outer space, most gods were merely the tentacles of the planets, natural phenomena that existed as the planets' pseudo-tactile sensations, like sentient storms, waves, rocks, and plants... Rather than praising them, it would be more direct to investigate the causes and conditions behind them and explore the pulse of the stars.

To know the world is to know God. The two are almost identical. The power of God is the branch connecting the planet and the root.

Humans after the Age of Gods subconsciously understood this, and they began to re-recognize everything around them.

Human wisdom summarizes all things, summarizes the regular expressions and spreads them, and its gradually expanding territory slowly covers the surface of the planet.

Thousands of years of inheritance eventually made this population a behemoth, which went against the evolutionary direction of other species and unexpectedly allowed humans to occupy an advantageous position and gradually become the new primate leading future development.

The planet is also gradually undergoing regular transformation in the direction of adapting to the new primates.

Modern humans have abandoned their obedience to God and are striding proudly across the technological landscape they have built, depicting the planet beneath their feet step by step.

However, under the rapid development of modernization, some of the mysteries of the past still remain, and there are also some special people among the crowd who are obsessed with anomalies.

These guys call themselves magicians, "scholars" who can influence some things through rituals and magic, and seekers who pursue the ultimate truth.

Compared to ordinary people, they are closer to the other side of reality and understand more about the pulse of the planet hidden beneath the surface of technological society.

They are tirelessly searching and painstakingly studying, chasing after the mysterious source and cause of all things.

Build a family, collect relics, make friends, and pass on the lessons.

A magician's attitude towards magic is no different from that of a fanatical believer, and their obsession with mystery transcends everything.

One can use the lives and wills of oneself, others, and even future generations as bargaining chips without hesitation, just so that the research can bear fruit.

Finally, after thousands of years of accumulated knowledge, hundreds of generations of subject inheritance, and countless experimental subjects' wailing and struggling, magicians finally recognized the ultimate "one".

He is the tangible, macroscopic, momentary, tiny, and ineffable source of all things, the origin of all existence, the vortex that embraces all things and flows out of all things, the loom of fate that entangles all beings, the source of wisdom and stupidity, and the Akashic document that records the birth, experience, and end of all things.

Magicians, with surprise and cherishment, call this beginning and end of all things the "Vortex of Origin".

At this point, the ultimate issue has become clear, which is to enter the root. They firmly believe that everything can be answered from the root and all desires can be satisfied from it.

But it is too difficult to step into the root. Human wisdom is undoubtedly insignificant compared to the root.

No one can definitely open the road to the root, let alone step into it. Some invisible fate will not hesitate to kill anyone who tries to approach the root.

The magicians sadly discovered that everything had come to a standstill.

The goal is clearly there, but I am unable to get even one step closer. No matter how hard I study magic and try to connect the results with the root, it is all in vain.

Human intelligence cannot reach the root cause, and we can only pray for a miracle at some moment.

Magicians hold on to such a faint wish, praying and looking forward to the afterglow of a miracle in the distant future, which may or may never come.

They can only live like this, hoping that there will be a sixth miracle after the five miracles that have already happened.

As miracles themselves, the five beings closest to the source, four of whom are still alive today, are the dream signs of most magicians.

"One day, I/my family will be able to reach the source like those magicians."

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"What a sad dream." Somewhere in a space above time and space, an old man sighed.

Despite sighing, there was no trace of surprise in his eyes. He simply indifferently swept his hand across the pages of the book in front of him, as if sweeping away from the table a magician who had been the source of all challenges in his family, but ultimately failed miserably, with even the engravings damaged.

"So many worlds have failed. It seems this family's project has no chance of success."

If such a casual remark were to be leaked to the outside world, it would be equivalent to announcing the extinction of a family line.

After all, with such an evaluation from the Magic Marshal and the Second Magician, everyone knew that this magician was beyond saving.

Even if he has not yet touched the roots and has not lost the mark, the family line has no future.

A family research project that cannot reach the root is completely meaningless. The only two choices waiting for him are to perish or to abandon the accumulation and start the research again from the first generation.

However, the life and death of this magician was just a casual glance by the second magician. It didn't last even for a second before being forgotten by the magician. Such a trivial matter was not worthy of occupying his memory.

"Is this world next? Let me see..." His fingers paused as he flipped through the pages, then he turned to the next page as if nothing had happened.

"This one's hopeless. Those people at the Atlas Institute have created another monster. They started researching in an attempt to prevent a future of destruction, yet it's your research that's causing the most destruction. I can't even laugh."

“Oh, is there no hope for this? There was still hope before, because of Fuyuki’s Holy Grail, what a pity…”

"This world is pretty good. There are no major problems at the moment, and the monsters are sleeping peacefully. It seems we can look forward to the future. Remember this."

The old man flipped the pages of the book in his hand and browsed it non-stop. The concentration of magic power in the surroundings increased significantly. If an ordinary magician were to be here now, he would fall into a coma within three minutes and die from magic poisoning within five minutes.

No, before they are poisoned by magic, their spirits will be crushed. The book in front of the old man is not a text of magic book, but a genuine stack of parallel worlds.

This amount of information is enough to wash away a person's cognition and make the spirit dissipate in the weight of the world, like a drop of ink in the ocean.

"Huh? Wait, this reaction!"

Suddenly, the old man stopped flipping through the pages. He felt a strange sensation that could not be ignored, which made him feel very uncomfortable. It was as if he could hear strange noises coming from the magic he mastered.

"What happened? This is even more unpleasant than when I fought that vampire..."

With a wave of his hand, the old man dispersed the book that materialized the parallel world in his hand. He closed his eyes and wholeheartedly felt the source of the anomaly.

There was no need to spend time searching. The strangeness seemed to be tugging at the old man's mind, and he only needed to follow the magical path towards the vortex of origin.

Just as he was getting closer, outside of the universe, at the origin beyond material reality, an invisible wave rippled out, layer upon layer, like a huge wave hitting the old man.

No ability to resist.

After making this judgment instantly, the old man simply moved away immediately and only relaxed a little after returning to the previous gorgeous space.

"This is really..."

The second magician showed a look of surprise, and subconsciously stroked his neatly trimmed beard with his fingers, confirming something.

The magician would surely be more shocked than the old man when he saw this scene. He was a magician who could travel through parallel worlds and his vision was unmatched. What on earth could make him as surprised as an ordinary old man?

The answer was uttered by the old man himself.

"Something... penetrated through the roots?!"

Chapter 2: Fate's Day Off

"Evindong, are you there?"

After knocking on the door made of simple wooden boards, a short figure covered in a large black cloak called out.

The pitch-black cloak seemed to absorb light. Under the hood, where the face should be, there was only a dark shadow. The long hem dragged on the ground, leaving not a single space visible.

A weirdo, no doubt.

No, it's hard to say whether it can be defined as human... or even humanoid. It's possible that there is a ghost monster in the cloak.

But its sound is steady and warm, making people vaguely recall family members watering flowers and plants in the morning light, daily greetings and casual conversations.

"I'm here."

After a brief response, the wooden door in front of him was opened. Strangely, there was no one behind the door, which reminded people of the signs that scare the audience at the beginning of a cheesy horror movie.

But Cloak didn't care.

A mere ghost wouldn't even be able to discover it. When it was young, it had personally created countless wailing undead spirits, but now it no longer uses magic in this area.

It had no intention of going in immediately, as the bitterness in its heart made it want to delay for a few more seconds.

The final moment was approaching, and it felt a little reluctant as it had not communicated with others for a long time.

Just one year of getting along could affect it to this extent, which would have been impossible when it was young, but now it can only helplessly admit it.

Maybe it really is old/has reached its limit.

In order to achieve my long-cherished wish, I did not hesitate to exchange everything, even my wealth and life, but now I feel a little regretful.

During this short year, it had finally felt the long-forgotten, insignificant emotions of being a magician, the feelings of being a human being.

"Is it a human limitation to be so obsessed with it? Even if you touch upon the root of the problem, you're still human after all."

After summing up its own millennia of wandering, it was surprised to discover at this moment that the only time still vivid in its memory was the first few decades.

This discovery made it sigh and start to think, is it really a good idea to pass on its magic seal to Ewendong?

The moment the imprint is transplanted, fate will also be transferred from oneself. The heaviness and loneliness it brings are definitely not something that humans should bear.

"Why not give up? Even without the inheritance brought by the Mark, with Ewendon's transcendence, ordinary magic is nothing but dregs. On the contrary, the existence represented by the Mark will bring him more harm."

The being beneath the cloak hesitated.

It's not that it doesn't know what this engraving means.