(TL Notes: Hi, guys! It's me again, your friendly neighborhood translator. Anyway, new fic that I'm working on. Haven't played FGO since months, but still logging in and converting stamina to apples.
Actually, let me get right to the point that is MC name is changed from Ian to Rei or Souma. I'll test it out since c'mon Ian sounds too basic. Sorry for the Ians out there.
Choose Protag Name:
1. Ian
2. Rei - Can mean "zero," "spirit," or "beautiful sound," fitting for a new Master. Simple, cool, and fits the theme of a lost transmigrator.
3. Souma - Meaning "swift truth" or "blue horse," sounds adventurous. Has a fantasy-hero feel while being distinctly Japanese.
4. Other [Shin, Kazuya, 伊恩 Yi En(The original Chinese Name), Eiji, etc.]
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Transmigration, Then Simulation Begins! [Please Bookmark]
In the corridors of Chaldea, a young man with a fairly decent appearance was pressing his forehead, lost in thought.
His name was Souma, a transmigrator.
To be honest, he had never particularly wanted to transmigrate.
After all, he had been quite satisfied with his life before the incident—he had everything he needed and lacked nothing essential.
But fate had other plans. The metaphorical truck of destiny still arrived, and the lightning bolt that was meant to strike still did so. And unfortunately, Souma got hit by both.
Right before his death, he had just finished deleting the lewd images from his phone when his vision went black, and he lost consciousness. By the time he woke up again, he found himself in Chaldea, inexplicably becoming the 49th Master candidate.
The "inexplicable" part wasn't just the fact that he had been informed of his new identity, but also everything that came with it.
Magecraft—?
Singularities—?
Heroic Spirits—?
What were all these things?
Souma felt as if someone had just taught him "1+1=?" and then immediately handed him a complex calculus problem to solve.
To make matters worse, he noticed that everyone around him was looking at him with unconcealed expectations—expecting him to already understand all of this.
Thankfully, despite being clueless about all the terminology, his aptitude among the 49 Masters seemed to be on the higher side, landing him a spot in Group A.
He had even overheard people referring to him as an "uncut jade, yet to be sculpted" in hushed whispers.
That was a compliment, right?
As Souma was mulling over this thought, he accidentally bumped into a girl.
She was a short-haired girl with pink hair, wearing glasses and the standard Chaldean white uniform, complete with a signature red tie.
The only thing slightly different about her attire was the black dress she wore underneath.
Her fair-skinned thighs peeked out beneath the hem, giving her a more lively appearance.
"My bad, that was my fault," Souma quickly apologized.
Souma instinctively apologized before taking a few steps back, maintaining some distance from the girl in front of him.
"It's fine, I shouldn't have been so careless either."
"Eh, wait a second… judging by your expression, could it be—"
Before she could finish speaking, she glanced down the hallway as if something had just flashed by.
Then, with a wave of her hand, she hastily spoke to Souma:
"Ah, I have something to take care of! Let's talk later—!"
And just like that, the brief encounter ended without much fanfare, like dust carried by the wind, settling back into place.
Souma lowered his gaze and looked at his hand, which still retained some lingering warmth from the girl.
He had definitely touched something he shouldn't have. If this had been his previous life, he'd probably have been in for a rough time—maybe even labeled a "pervert."
Yet, the girl didn't seem to mind at all.
Or perhaps, in Chaldea, everyone was simply too busy?
That aside… that sensation was truly something else. It was the first time he had ever touched something that soft.
If given the chance in the future, Souma figured he wouldn't mind indulging in that feeling a little more.
Now alone in the corridor, Souma decided to return to his room for some rest. Wandering around in a daze wasn't going to do him any good.
However, just as he reached for the door handle—
A sudden, sharp pain shot through his hand, spreading numbness through his body like an electric shock.
The sensation was almost as if the door itself was warning him—once he stepped inside, something unexpected would happen.
But really, what could be more unexpected than transmigrating in the first place?
It's just static electricity, right?
Convincing himself of this, Souma pushed open the door that seemed to be trying to warn him.
The moment the door swung open, a flash of white light engulfed him, followed by a cold, mechanical voice ringing in his ears.
[Simulation cooldown complete—cooldown reset.]
[Confirming environmental factors—confirmation complete.]
[This simulation will follow the established historical path. Please proceed with caution.]
A series of messages flooded Souma's mind, making it clear that this wasn't just his imagination.
This was really happening.
So that strange shock from the door handle wasn't a false warning—on the other side of the door, a path beyond his expectations awaited.
[Confirming first-time simulation. Selecting innate talents.]
[Generating talents based on user characteristics for this simulation.]
[Endless Stamina] – Your stamina far surpasses normal human limits. Even after intense physical activity, you can remain active. If you so desire, you can go for days without food or water without feeling sluggish.
[Battle Continuation] – For the sake of fulfilling a promise, you will rise again and again, no matter how grievous your wounds, until you reach your goal.
[Charisma] – Your words are naturally persuasive to others. Even if what you say is not entirely true—or is tainted by personal desires—it will still be accepted.
Three detailed talents lay before Souma's eyes.
And with them, he finally understood the nature of this simulation—equipped with these extracted abilities, he would travel to different historical timelines.
This was much easier to grasp than all that magecraft and Heroic Spirit nonsense.
The cold voice continued to speak, devoid of emotion, like an unfeeling machine.
[Simulation officially starting.]
[You, who transmigrated to Chaldea, have now transmigrated once again.]
[This time, your destination is Britain.]
[You were born into a family that lost their parents early. Through tireless effort, you trained to become a knight-in-training.]
[Your dedication did not go unnoticed by your captain, and before long, you were officially knighted, tasked with ensuring the safety of Princess Morgan.]
[In secret, you greatly admired the powerful yet cold-hearted princess, swearing to fight for her. However, she remained indifferent to your devotion, maintaining a cold distance from you.]
[This pained you deeply, but your feelings for her never wavered. You continued to protect her from the shadows—but in doing so, darker thoughts began to take root within you, slowly growing into the embers of desire.]
[Soon, the kingdom entered a time of grand celebration. Everyone, including Morgan, became utterly intoxicated—except for you, who remained fully sober with thoughts in your heart.]
[On this dark night, as if guided by fate, you arrived before Morgan's chamber and found the door wide open—almost as if inviting someone inside.]
[At this moment, your destiny took a sudden turn.]