The blue curtains blocked out the morning noise, with some sunlight filtering through the gaps, casting dazzling patches on the wooden floor.
A laptop sat open on the desk, and a desk lamp stood like a sculpture nearby. In the corner close to the window was a tall bookshelf filled with various books and miscellaneous items.
This was an ordinary three-tsubo (about 10 square meters) room.
On the slightly messy single bed, the room's master was sleeping soundly, the white down comforter rising and falling rhythmically, accompanied by faint, steady breathing.
At one moment, the person lying on the bed suddenly sat up with a sharp breath, as if from a nightmare.
He was a handsome young man with a dignified and refined appearance, almost the perfect embodiment of beauty, a boy blessed by heaven and earth. His 46 points of charm would never be erased in any world.
His black hair was disheveled from tossing and turning, and his pajamas were creased. The early spring chill seeped in from the crooked collar, but he paid no mind to these small matters now.
He widened his dark eyes and furrowed his brows, wearing a look as if he had just seen something unbelievable.
But opposite his bed was only a plain white wall.
"...So it's really possible for two worlds to appear simultaneously as crossover worlds, and for this kind of thing to happen?"
He was silent for a long time before gradually regaining his composure, then scratched his head hard and let out a painful groan.
"This is way too sudden... Didn't anyone notify me in advance?"
This wasn't the Rakudai World.
It was the TYPE-MOON world.
The moment he stepped through the black door, returning from the Danmachi World to the Rakudai World, his consciousness split into two: one returned to the Rakudai World, and the other came to this TYPE-MOON world.
He had lived in this world for 15 years until just last night, when he had a True Soul Awakening, syncing memories with his Rakudai World self and recalling everything he'd experienced.
This cheat was way too unintelligent!
He actually believed that when he woke up, he had crossed over into the TYPE-MOON world and nervously lived with that anxiety for a long time. Everyone knew that world frequently had gas explosions, and demons disguised as humans ran rampant; it was seriously dangerous.
Turns out, he actually came here as an avatar from another world?
Well, that's fine then.
After fifteen years of confusion, the true soul awakening helped him gradually understand everything, and his mind instantly calmed down.
The black door's second type of crossover was to split a part of Ryoji's soul and reincarnate it into another world. This was an automatic operation that occurred only when the black door connected to multiple crossover worlds; Ryoji's conscious self couldn't control it.
Suddenly entering the "avatar in 99 worlds" style!
This came with many advantages, but of course not without disadvantages.
First, the two selves were completely the same person, essentially multithreaded operation, except the other had been in a dormant soul state until now.
Moreover, they could merge anytime. But having come to such a huge world, he wouldn't just go home empty-handed, it was only right to gain some benefits before leaving.
Also, now he effectively had an extra life. No matter which self died, the other could keep living, like having an additional resurrection armor.
However, the crossover ability was only valid for the Rakudai World self. The TYPE-MOON Ryoji did not have the black door and couldn't crossover worlds, though if the Rakudai Ryoji died, the crossover ability would transfer to the TYPE-MOON Ryoji's body.
Having an extra self meant double the training time, which was hugely significant for Ryoji, who had practiced less than a year so far.
Of course, the greatest benefit was--
"Bang!"
Ryoji got out of bed and went out onto the balcony. Bathed in the morning sunlight, his mood gradually brightened, and unable to hold back, he punched the railing.
With a "Duang" sound, the stainless steel railing dented inward, trembling as a deep fist mark appeared on its surface.
Ryoji hurriedly bent the railing back.
Like squeezing a soda can, he smoothed out the fist mark as much as possible.
The power had carried over.
"Awesome!"
Ryoji shook his fist and cheered.
Although it was an avatar crossover, his strength was by no means inferior to his original self. The Level 4 power he had honed in the Danmachi World was perfectly carried over, and he hadn't turned into a sickly beautiful boy.
In this bizarre world, he at least had some ability to protect himself.
Because of this, participating in ceremonies like the Holy Grail War became much easier. Otherwise, going in as an ordinary person would be a death sentence.
"But, on the other hand, this world is really strange too..."
Ryoji suddenly snapped back to his senses, and his expression quickly turned strange as if he had realized something.
To be honest, he had lived in this world for 15 years but had no clue which TYPE-MOON world he had actually crossed over into, because this world was just too weird!
"Li, are you awake?" A gentle female voice came faintly from downstairs.
"I'm awake, Mom!"
"Then hurry down for breakfast. Your little sister is still waiting for you."
"Coming!" Ryoji responded, then went back to his room to change clothes.
He had truly lived in this world for 15 years with no falseness, and would probably continue to live and die here.
Thanks to the avatar crossover, he finally had a real mother in this life... well, whether she was truly his biological mother was still hard to say.
What about his father?
I, Ryoji, have a mother and a little sister in this TYPE-MOON world, but I've never seen my father.
Since my birth, this family has never had a father figure.
...
Ryoji's house in the TYPE-MOON world was a two-story bungalow.
This bungalow sat in a wide residential area filled with typical modern buildings, with hardly any traditional Japanese style left. The house was surrounded by walls, and inside the courtyard was a small garden patch growing vegetables in their prime season. Laundry was hanging on a drying rack.
Looking out from Ryoji's room near the balcony on the second floor, one could see a peaceful small town.
This was neither Fuyuki City, Misaki Town, nor Mifune City. Although still within the Island Country, this peaceful town showed no signs of TYPE-MOON's hallmark features, no faint shadows, no lurking monsters, no world crises.
Whether this was part of the Fate route or the Tsukihime route, he had no clue.
But this small town was peculiarly strange in every way., This town was called Kinoko Town. Ryoji put on a brand-new school uniform and looked energetic and spirited. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, feeling a bit proud.
No matter where he was, he was still the most handsome guy around.
How lonely it is to be invincible~
After tidying his hair, Ryoji walked down the stairs and entered the living room.
Around then, a woman who was presumably his mother came out of the kitchen. She had striking deep purple hair flowing down to her ankles, tied at the ends with a ribbon.
(End of chapter)
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