A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

A person in Type-Moon goes out and picks up a Outer God girl? Author: Qingfeng Yujiu

Introduction:

This book is also known as "It's over, I'm surrounded by the outer god girls!" "I have General Duanmu, who can fight against the old and the young" "Duanmu, you are more outer than the outer gods!"

Duanmu Ye, who accidentally opened "Black Holy Grail: Old Days", witnessed the sudden death of the computer. When he pushed the door open, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

Dim streets, low houses, Japanese-style buildings...

As he walked out of the room holding the console, a girl holding sunflowers suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Please, are you my Master?"

"I am the dynasty! Brahma!"

After experiencing countless gas leaks, Duanmu Ye, who thought that everything was finally settled, decided to go out and relax.

When he opened the door again, he witnessed the changes in the world outside the door, the flashing neon lights, the high-rise buildings with American symbols...

At this moment, a blonde girl holding a teddy bear was looking at him timidly.

"I'm going to, Bi!"

Seeing more and more outer gods appearing at his door, Duanmu Ye posted a message with some helplessness.

"What should I do if my home door becomes a refresh point for the Outer God? Waiting online, urgent!"

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 1: Where are you coming from?

The whistling wind hit the tightly closed windows without reservation, and the creaking sound was mixed with the movement of rain hitting the glass. The occasional flash of lightning restored a trace of "daylight" to the sky that was covered with dark clouds due to the arrival of the typhoon.

However, Duanmu Ye, who was constantly typing on the keyboard in front of the computer, didn't care about these things. His eyes, which were fixed on the computer screen, were full of bloodshot from staying up all night.

He is a hard-working writer. Although he was extremely honored to be assigned to infrastructure work after graduation, like many of his predecessors, he chose to run away from the most glorious construction site for various reasons.

Although at this moment he is constantly typing on the keyboard and working hard to finish his manuscript, his job is not much better than being a civil engineer on a construction site, but every time he sees readers leaving extremely handsome comments and active discussions on his book, he can imagine how handsome he is behind those comments.

At this moment, he unsurprisingly encountered an unprecedented writer's block. Even though he kept writing long paragraphs on the computer, he chose to delete them after reading them repeatedly. Only a few sentences were left.

In fact, Duanmu Ye still had plenty of time to complete today's manuscript, but the release of "Dark Horse: Wukong" at ten o'clock this morning made him unable to sleep all night, so he simply got up to write the manuscript and wait for the release of the game.

I had been thinking, “I should finish today’s work as soon as possible, and become the Monkey King who crushes Ling Xiao as soon as possible”, but it turned out that I was so stuck that I had no ideas at all. I might as well have a good sleep and then get up and ask for leave from my readers.

The enthusiasm that had finally been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished due to the lack of inspiration. I even fell into the dilemma of "I have already stayed up all night, if I don't write something, it will be a waste of time."

His bloodshot eyes looked particularly ferocious when lightning struck. Although he could probably convince himself that "at least I wrote a note asking for leave", he would not be able to swallow this anger if he turned back and fell asleep like this.

"Okay, it's decided. I'll take a leave!"

Duanmu Ye, who suddenly gave up, showed a relieved smile. Even though he looked haggard and his hair was disheveled because he had been sitting in front of the computer all day to finish the manuscript, and his smile was a little wicked, he did not intend to go to bed like this.

No matter what, he is determined to play "Black Myth", and even Jesus can't stop him!

I calmly closed the typing software and used extremely skilled operations to open the rows of "annual masterpieces" that had been stored in the game library and gathered dust for who knows how long. While I was thinking about which "concubine" I should favor before playing Monkey King, an email inexplicably popped up in a receiving window.

"Black Grail: The Old Ones... Is there a pirated version of Monkey Brother so soon?"

Whether it is Type-Moon or Holy Grail, Duanmu Ye, who had few hobbies in school and loved to read anime novels in his spare time, is no stranger to these two words.

But now that they are combined together, why can't I understand it at all?

As a qualified online writer, the degree of inspiration he gets depends entirely on the time he spends surfing the Internet. Duanmu Ye's intuition tells him that the game that inexplicably appeared in the email might be some new type of game virus. He had finally used the royalties he saved this summer to buy a new computer with a 4060ti graphics card. He can't get a virus by accepting something of unknown origin!

I X-ed the pop-up window and put it behind my mind, then opened Galgam in the game library and devoted myself to the happiness that I had never experienced because I was not good at socializing, and could only peek on the Internet at other people spending a night with their girlfriends during holidays.

The sound of wind and thunder outside the window became even louder after I put on the headphones, but at this moment, all my attention was focused on the colorful pictures and the occasional "Gou Xiu Jin Sama" and "Ciallo~(∠?ω)" coming from the headphones.

However, at the moment when his body and mind were in extreme joy, Duanmu Ye once again noticed the receiving window that popped up in the lower right corner of the screen. After he Xed it out again, it popped up again in a few seconds.

"Can I get the virus without receiving it?!"

Duanmu Ye's expression was a little ugly. She should have been twisting and turning happily on the bed, but she was constantly interrupted by this annoying receiving window, which even made annoying noises when it popped up and closed.

Duanmu Ye closed the window that kept popping up again and again without any interest. After repeating it countless times, the window that kept popping up stopped appearing.

Duanmu Ye, feeling slightly relieved, once again fixed his gaze on the screen. The computer, which had been running smoothly before, was now in a state of not responding no matter what he did.

Even the sound coming from the headphones was no longer the background music from galgeam, but some kind of vague murmur.

"What, what's wrong?"

Duanmu Ye suddenly took off his headphones and kept backing away. The screen suddenly went black, but the next moment the receiving window that had just been closed popped up.

Even if the power was unplugged immediately, the pop-up windows did not disappear. Instead, they became more and more numerous, popping up one after another and covering the screen.

"That's weird. Is it true that thunder and lightning suddenly appeared on the ground, and a pile of bones suddenly appeared? I must have been tired from staying up all night. I can even see the snowy screen as a window popping up. I should get it fixed now while the repair shop across the street is still open."

As a staunch materialist, he did not accept the possibility that he had encountered a ghost.

After disconnecting the wires from the monitor one by one, Duanmu Ye covered the host with a waterproof cloth and carried it downstairs. He couldn't help feeling a little relieved. The laptop he used before was always breaking down, so he rented a suite in a place with a computer repair shop across the street.

But when he looked out the living room window at the apocalyptic sky, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm so unlucky today..."

Duanmu Ye, who was holding the host, murmured and grasped the door handle in front of him with his hand.

Soon, the whispering sound in my ears became clearer and clearer, as annoying as an auditory hallucination.

Duanmu Ye thought it was just tinnitus and didn't pay attention to the faint blue light coming out of the room on the second floor behind him. After calming down, he opened the door.

The next moment, he stood there in a daze.

"Where is this...?"

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During the Chinese New Year, I was hit by a car while riding a bike and almost reincarnated into another world. Fortunately, I only broke my hand and haven't touched the computer since then. I will find a chance to finish the old book, so don't worry, qwq.

Water, Wind, and Flower: Chapter 2: Traveling through time and picking up an Outer God Girl?!

Fuyuki City, a coastal city in the Far East that couldn't be more ordinary.

Almost every native Dongmu person lives and works here in peace and contentment. Even though there are gas leaks or various accidents that make headlines every once in a while, the people here seem to be accustomed to it and treat it as a joke after dinner, and continue to live on this land.

But in fact, the three major family forces headed by Tōsaka, Matou, and Einzbern, who know why these things happened, are using this method to cover up a certain ritual they are secretly performing.

Over the past hundred years, the original long-cherished wish has not been abandoned due to the passage of time and the failure of the ceremony.

On the contrary, with the passage of time, the desire to pursue a "universal wishing machine" has been continuously magnified due to repeated improvements, and has become distorted due to repeated approaches.

"Kirei, please take note of the precautions for this Holy Grail War. I've reached retirement age, and the world will be yours from now on!"

The old priest opened his tightly closed eyes, and the huge cross in front of him seemed to reflect the sin in his heart.

"I understand, father. I will help you win this war and personally hand over the Holy Grail, the victor's trophy, to you."

The young man muttered, his empty eyes showing no emotion. He was like a puppet without any purpose, living only by following orders.

The elderly priest seemed very satisfied with this answer.

"Now you should summon your Servant and follow the Tousaka family master's plan to stage a rift between master and disciple in order to conceal the relationship between us."

The priest named Kotomine Risei raised the cross in his hand again, and as he finished speaking, he entered a state of prayer again.

The young priest standing behind him looked at his father's back not far away. His heart, which should have been as calm as before, revealed some imperceptible strangeness at this moment.

It was just a moment of strangeness, and Kotomine Kirei didn't stop for too long. He walked towards the room where the ritual array had been carved long ago and closed the door. He looked around in a daze. This room was originally for the guilty to repent. At this moment, it needed to summon the weakest Servant to complete the ritual that lasted for a hundred years.

"A sacred ritual..."

Beneath the priest's mutterings, an inexplicable emotion once again emerged from the depths of his heart.

It was as if he was expecting something, but Kotomine Kirei had no idea what a person like him who had no wishes would expect at this time.

The Holy Grail?

Or something else...

The stinging pain on the back of his right hand made him raise his hand. It seemed to be responding to the bright red command spell of the ritual, but even today he had no clue what it was.

He does not seek power and is not obsessed with strength. Even if he studies magic and serves as a church priest, it is just because of the expectations of others, and he is just responding to these expectations.

Kotomine Kirei could not understand why a person like himself who had no desires or ambitions was one of the first magi chosen by the Holy Grail a few years ago. He also could not understand how much his teacher longed for the miracle of the Holy Grail, as he went to the Mesopotamian region to search for the holy relic with the concept of "snake sloughing" in preparation for this war.

His empty eyes shifted slightly downwards, and he extended his raised hand towards the ritual formation. Kotomine Kirei's expression did not change at all despite his thoughts.

Now all he needed to do was to summon the weakest class in the Holy Grail War, an assassin named "Assassin", to cooperate with his teacher in staging a cover-up, and then have him spy on information and try to assassinate other Masters.

“—Declare…”

A faint blue light shone through the crack of the confessional door, and Kotomine Risei, who was praying, raised his head with a frown.

Through the glazed window that sparkled with colorful light under the light, the withered eyes revealed a hint of doubt when they saw the starry sky.

"Another magician summoned a Servant? Strange... This shouldn't be the case..."

Since ancient times, in the Holy Grail War, only the Seven Knights were driven by the magician as familiars and killed each other.

But at this moment, perhaps it was his intuition as a veteran church priest, or perhaps it was because he was the supervisor of this Holy Grail War, he could clearly sense that something was amiss in the starry sky, but he didn't know how to begin to express it.

But the only thing that was certain was that there was a magical fluctuation in the city that had never been seen before. In just a moment, it disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared.

"Another uninvited magician has arrived here..."

This was not the first time that Kotomine Risho had felt something strange. About sixty years ago in Kyoto, there was also a similar abnormality during a war in which he was the supervisor, but that was just a disturbance caused by an outsider magician.

He no longer remembers exactly what happened. He clearly remembers what he learned when he was young, but he just can't remember what happened at that time.

Kotomine Risei, who simply regarded it as another intruder, didn't take it too seriously. This anomaly was so weak, even weaker than the Hassan Kirei had summoned...

At the same time, Duanmu Ye opened the door and stared at everything in front of him in a daze.

The low houses, dim streets and Japanese-style buildings made Duanmu Ye, who was in a coastal city in China and experiencing the bitterness of a typhoon just a moment ago, open his eyes wide.

Not being able to understand what was happening, he carried the computer case back to the house, closed the door, and then slowly opened it again.

Nothing has changed. It's still the same old and new Japanese-style buildings, but the key is that underneath it all there is a hint of familiarity.

"Where is this? Is this still China? What the hell are we doing?"

Suddenly, Duanmu Ye felt a mist with a hint of red appearing in front of his eyes, as if he was knocked down by something unknown, and fell to the ground with the computer case.

The intense pain in his arm reminded Duanmu Ye of some bad things: his sick and dead father, his mother who ran away, the broken computer case, and his confused self...

As is typical of many online novels, he too had a relatively miserable life. But for Duanmu Ye, none of that was as painful as the brand new computer case he had finally bought with his savings, now shattered to pieces.

But when he looked up again, the two mists that had thrown him to the ground had disappeared. All that was left was the orange-haired girl who was holding a sunflower with a very metallic texture, half of her body was stained with blood, and she was constantly looking away, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Um, um...Excuse me, are you my...Master?"

"My dynasty, Brahma!"

Image: "Brahma!", Location: "Images/1724924995-100415105-112064585.jpg"

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Wow, when did it pass the review? Now that it has passed the review, let’s put on some armor.

The author of this book is a pure Yunyue fan, a Yunke fan, who knows nothing about the setting, and is just searching on Baidu to get the IP and make money by writing fan fiction (kneel)

The child is ignorant and writes it for fun (knock)

There is one more thing. After all, I am not a complete newcomer, so I will be frank.

Please give me money, thank you meow.

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 3: Did the Holy Grail War cause something wrong to the Advent?

In the dark night, the bright stars keep twinkling.

There was no thunderstorm with wind and rain, nor any annoying noise. There was only the extremely quiet street with the faint chirping of insects, and the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him.

What kind of development is this?

"Traveling to another world, am I the only ordinary person?"

The game invaded reality, and I met my wife?

"We agreed to write for the rest of our lives, so why did you travel through time?"

"Go out and pick up a girl from outside the realm?"