Looking at the smartphone in my hands, with its broken screen from the accident I supposedly had in a previous life, now caused a shock of reality.
Maybe the whole situation and the adrenaline caused by it would have finally brought my reason back that this was not a dream.
The sensations I had with Artoria were real, as was the perception of this body that now belonged to me.
Her sweat, her breathing coming back to normal after the energy I spent pleasuring that woman, the cock inside my pants, still half pulsating and somewhat sticky from our fluids. It was all too real to be the dream of someone who was perhaps in a coma or delirious on the verge of death.
I have no recollection of the feeling of being hit by that truck, but if this was a reincarnation, it meant that I had died in the other world.
What happened there then? How my parents reacted to this? And even that degenerate Erica? As much as it was her fault for what happened to my previous body, what I feel now is a bit of pity, she would have to deal with this for the rest of her life, and maybe there would even be severe consequences for her.
I missed her when I saw the broken screen of the device, as well as the realization that I would never see my parents or talk to my friends. I was about to enter a college, and the money raised with the live streams was being saved for this purpose, to help my parents a little with the expense. This money was now supposedly being used for my funeral.
The thought of it gave me goosebumps, and I felt my hands trembling and held back my emotions with a long sigh. Behind me, Artoria was moving in the bed. She seemed to have fallen asleep and looked beautiful, sleeping naked and sweaty like that, with her golden hair spread around her face.
Seeing her gave me some encouragement.
The tricky part was knowing where I had ended up. Inside the game? Maybe. But at what exact moment of it, I couldn't be sure if it was the beginning, shouldn't I have reincarnated into Fujimaru Ritsuka? But that body didn't belong to him, I'm sure.
I looked at my athletically arms with a more tanned tone, only then noticing two things present: the command seal on my right hand and a tattoo of a crown of thorns involving the biceps of my left arm.
The seal was expected, after all, I was the Master of that place, and that was proof. The tattoo should have something to do with the previous owner. By the way, I still have no idea what my name is. I have no idea whatsoever, but having taken the identity of this man, the most logical thing was to try to pass myself off as him, an unmemorized version, but better than trying to explain that I was a dead boy taking someone's body.
Who knows if what I had in hand would give me some answers about who he was. It already gave some, or at least showed something interesting.
Looking more carefully at the screen, some notifications appeared. It was a slightly different interface from the regular game, opened in the data profile of the Ruler-class Artoria Pendragon, the same one who was sleeping sweaty and cum filled behind my back.
It showed that her Bond had increased until it almost filled the first crystal, and her level surpassed 36, nearly leveling up to the next one. This information was more eye-catching than any other, along with the increase in attack and HP upgraded according to how much the level had risen.
All this would seem quite ordinary, befitting the game, if it weren't for the notifications in the app itself, like missions marked with signs of having been completed, phrases like:
Mana transfer granted.
First interpersonal training.
Bond increase through interpersonal relationship.
Level increase by interpersonal relationship and mana donation.
And last but not least:
Defeat a servant of any class.
A laugh almost came over. As it turned out, those were more my missions than Artoria's, which meant that I had beaten her? Seeing her sleeping state of exhaustion made that idea make more sense.
So it meant that screwing the heroic spirits would make them level up and Bond? That was looking more and more like a good dream. Too good to be true.
I clicked on the completed missions, and they disappeared, but they did not increase Artoria's status at all, which made me go back to the original interface.
Unlike the game, there was no character image or even a picture of that new face of mine, but the master level and a few other pieces of information remained. It also seemed that those missions had increased my level bar. It glowed red as if it had just received an upgrade, but apparently, it was not enough to move on to the next one, and I was already at level 67 there.
The absence of a photo made it impossible to get into any status tab of my own. Even looking through the interface, I couldn't find it. Some places even gave me access permission, which was quite strange.
My name would remain unknown.
I just hoped it wasn't the same one I used in the game. Being called Knight of Mana is not something I imagine is very respectable, although it does fit oddly with the current situation.
That could wait. Looking around, I had access to the Servants, and to no surprise, most of them were female. Some I had in my own game, one or two were new to me, and I felt an immense desire to be introduced to them.
There were some male Servants as well, but these were occasional, the kind of servants everyone wants to have, like Waver.
Some of the heroic spirits were high leveled, very few at max, even the men were, but I imagine there is another way to do this with them other than what occurred between Artoria and me.
As far as I could tell, the mana transfer was only one way to help her increase her status immediately. There should be others, I hoped.
I tried to click on one of the Servants, one I was most interested in after Artoria. Nothing happened.
Using a command seal to call any of them at that moment seemed like a waste, too. I hadn't forgotten the chaos set up outside. Even if my first attitude was to come fuck Ruler and leave all worry for later. There would be time for that.
What also caught my attention was the existence of Servants found at every point in the game's story, up until the current Lostbelt, which confused me even more from where I had been brought in. I could only assume to be in Chaldea. The place was the same as seen in the story mode of Fate Grand Order, with a few divergences. Of course, there was a possibility that it might be something different, but I wouldn't know until I met other people there and learned more about what was happening.
It was time for me to face the outside.
Preferably after a good shower and a change of clothes.
So I did, letting Artoria continue to rest on my bed, and dropping my smartphone on the cabinet next to the screen. I removed my clothes on the way to the bathroom and threw them in some corner, taking a quick shower, just enough to get the sweat and fluids out of my body.
The whole time in the shower, my cock kept pulsating, not as hard as before, which made me ignore that feeling for the moment. My big friend would have to wait for the next one. Maybe the next servant, or even the next time with Artoria again, she would need a few more to be strong enough in case we needed to fight.
Once out of the shower, I put on the black master uniform found in my closet, with gloves and boots, leaving out only the belt with some bags attached to it. I would have no use for that since the only thing I would be carrying was my cell phone, which fit perfectly in my pants pocket.
The next step was to wake up Artoria. Even with low status, walking accompanied by a servant was best.
She looked so beautiful in her sleep that it was almost a crime to call her, but I did it anyway. I shook her shoulder lightly, watching her breasts sway with that movement and awaken from a pleasant sleep, rubbing her eyes and turning to me with a confused and docile face.
"Master...?"
"Wake up and get ready, Artoria. Rest time is over." I spoke with a half smile and turned away back to the door. If I stayed another second watching her naked body swaying slightly as she woke up, it was inevitable that I would want to get back into bed with her.
Rapidly, she was ready when I opened the bedroom door. The same bunny outfit, now with a loose ponytail falling down her back. I avoided looking too much, but the speed with which she had dressed gave me the impression that she had just materialized her clothes on her body again. If she was still sweaty and filled with cum, I tried not to think about it, because only I knew how much the clothes restricted the growing bulge in my pants, again.
Luckily, the return of chaos outside distracted me, and sighing heavily, I took the corridor, going the opposite way from where we had come, getting out in front and hearing the sound of her heels precisely behind me.
I walked a few corridors, with the siren noise occupying my hearing and the red lights irritating my eyes, to finally see a silhouette I thought I knew in the distance.