In the corridors of Chaldea, a man with decent looks was holding his forehead, deep in thought.

The man's name was Ian,a transmigrator.Honestly,he didn't wish to be transmigrated.

Afterall He was quite satisfied with his life,having everything he needed and lacking nothing.

But the inevitable truck still came, and the inevitable lightning still struck, and unfortunately, Ian got hit by both.

...poor guy.

Thankfully before his death, he had just finished deleting the lewd images from his phone, and then everything went black.

When he woke up again, he found himself in Chaldea and had inexplicably become the 49th Master candidate.

The "inexplicable" part came from the information he received after being told he was a Master candidate.

Magecraft—?

Singularities—?

Servants—?

What were all these things?

Ian felt like someone was saying, "You've learned 1+1, now try to solve this advanced calculus problem."

To make matters worse, he noticed that the people around him looked at him with undisguised expectations—they all seemed to think he should know this stuff.

Fortunately, even though he didn't understand any of the terms, his abilities seemed to be above average among the 49 candidates, and he was assigned to Group A.

He could vaguely hear phrases like "unpolished jade."

That should be a compliment, right?

Thinking this, Ian accidentally bumped into a young woman.

She was a young woman with short pink hair, wearing glasses, and the standard Chaldea white uniform with a characteristic red tie.

What was slightly different was her black dress.

Her fair legs peeked out, making her look quite lively.

"Sorry, my fault."

Ian apologized instinctively and took a few steps back to keep his distance from the woman.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have been so clumsy either."

"Eh, wait, looking at you like that, could it be—"

Before the woman could finish speaking, she glanced down the corridor, as if something had flashed by.

Then she waved her hand and hastily said to Ian:"Ah, I have something to do, we'll talk later—!".

The chance encounter passed quickly, like dust stirred by a breeze, gently settling back to where it belonged.

Ian looked down at his hand, still feeling a faint warmth from the woman.

He had indeed touched something he shouldn't have. In his previous life, that would have likely led to some trouble, maybe even being labeled a "pervert."

But the woman didn't seem to care much.Or maybe everyone in Chaldea was just very busy?

Speaking of which, the feeling was quite wonderful—it was the first time he had touched something so soft.

If he had the chance in the future, Ian thought he wouldn't mind enjoying that feeling a bit more.

Noticing He was alone in the corridor.

Ian decided to go back to his room to rest for a while; he couldn't do anything properly in his current dazed state.

However, the moment he touched the doorknob,

a strange, stinging pain ran through him, making him tingle all over, like an electric shock.

The pain seemed to warn him that something unexpected would happen if he stepped through that door.

But he had already transmigrated; could anything be more unexpected than that?

It was probably just a static electricity illusion, right?

Thinking this, Ian finally pushed open the door that was trying to warn him.

The moment the door opened, a white light engulfed Ian, followed by a cold, mechanical voice in his ear.

[Simulation state cooldown—cooldown complete.]

[Environment composition verification—verification complete.]

[This simulation is a simulation of the original human history, please be aware.]

The series of messages made Ian realize that this was not his imagination.

It was actually happening.

It seemed the warning from the doorknob wasn't false—there was indeed an unexpected path behind the door, one he hadn't anticipated.

[Verifying user for first simulation, selecting talents.]

[Talents generated based on user characteristics, available for this simulation.]

[Vigorous Energy: Your energy far exceeds that of ordinary people; even after intense physical activity, you can still maintain physical activity; if you wish, you can go without food or drink for several days without feeling sluggish.]

[Battle Continuation: To fulfill promises made to others, you can stand up again even after suffering severe injuries until you reach your destination.]

[Affinity: Your words are more easily accepted by others, even if they aren't entirely correct and may be filled with your personal desires.]

Three detailed descriptions of traits were presented to Ian.

He began to realize what this simulation meant—carrying these extracted talents to different historical points.

This was much easier to understand than the magecraft and Servants stuff.

The cold voice continued in Ian's ear, as if it were just an emotionless machine.

[Simulation officially starting.]

[You, who transmigrated to Chaldea, have transmigrated again.]

[This time, the location is Britain.]

[You appeared in a family where your parents had died early, and through your relentless efforts, you became a probationary knight.]

[Your efforts were noticed by your captain, and you were quickly promoted to a full knight, one of the many knights responsible for ensuring the safety of Princess Morgan.]

[Privately, you are very fond of this powerful and rather cold princess, vowing to fight for her, but she doesn't seem to accept it and gives you cold looks, keeping a considerable distance from you.]

[This makes you very uncomfortable, but out of your affection for her, you continue to protect her silently, while evil thoughts gradually grow in this protection, until they become sparks of desire.]

[Soon, the kingdom enters a festive period, and everyone, including Morgan, is drunk, except for you, who has ulterior motives and remains sober.]

[In this dark moment, as if by divine revelation, you arrive at Morgan's bedroom door, finding it wide open, as if welcoming someone.]

[At this moment, your destiny reaches a turning point.]