Chapter 1: Transmigration, Then Simulation!
In a Chaldea corridor, a man of decent looks was clutching his forehead, deep in thought.
The man, named Ian, was a transmigrator.
Honestly, he didn't particularly want to transmigrate.
After all, he was very satisfied with his life before transmigration; he had everything he needed, basically lacking nothing.
But the inevitable dump truck still came, the lightning that was meant to strike still struck, and unluckily, Ian was hit by both.
Before he died, he had just finished deleting all the explicit images on his phone, and his eyes went black as he lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself in Chaldea and inexplicably became the 49th Master candidate.
The 'inexplicable' part referred to the information he received after being told he had become a Master candidate.
Magic—?
Singularity—?
Heroic Spirits—?
What were all these things?
Ian felt a bit like, "You've learned what 1+1 equals, now go try to solve this advanced math problem."
What was even more critical was that he noticed an undisguised expectation in the gazes of those around him—they all seemed to think he should know this.
However, he was fortunate that despite not understanding any of the terms, his ability among the 49 Masters seemed to be above average, placing him in Group A.
Vaguely, he even heard descriptions like "an uncarved jade."
This should be considered praise, right?
As Ian thought this, he unintentionally bumped into a young woman.
She was a young woman with short pink hair and glasses, wearing Chaldea's standard white uniform and a distinctive red tie.
The slight difference was her black dress.
A pair of fair legs emerged from it, making her look much more energetic.
"Sorry, my fault."
Ian instinctively apologized, then stepped back a few paces to maintain distance from the young woman in front of him.
"It's fine, I shouldn't have been so careless either."
"Eh, wait, judging by your appearance, could it be—"
Before the young woman could finish speaking, she glanced down the corridor, as if something had flashed past.
Then she waved her hand and spoke to Ian rather abruptly:
"Ah, I have something to do, talk later—!"
A chance encounter passed by so lightly, like dust stirred by a breeze slowly settling back to where it belonged.
Ian lowered his head, looking at his hand, which still retained some residual warmth from the young woman.
He had indeed touched a place he shouldn't have just now. In his normal life experience, that would usually lead to a lot of trouble, and he might even be labeled a "pervert."
But the young woman didn't seem to mind much.
Or perhaps everyone in Chaldea was just very busy?
Speaking of which, that sensation was truly wonderful—it was his first time touching something so soft.
If he had another chance in the future, Ian felt he might not miss out on enjoying that touch more.
He was the only one left in the corridor.
Ian decided to go back to his room to rest for a while, as nothing could be done well in a dazed state.
However, just as he touched the doorknob of his room,
A strange prickling sensation came from the doorknob, making his whole body tingle, feeling like an electric shock.
This pain seemed to warn him that once he stepped through this door, something unexpected would happen.
But he had already transmigrated; could anything more unexpected happen than that?
This must just be an illusion caused by static electricity, right?
Ian thought so, and finally pushed open the door that was trying to warn him.
And the moment the door opened, a white light engulfed Ian, followed by a cold voice sounding in his ear.
[Simulation state cooling down—cooling complete.]
[Environmental components confirming—confirmation complete.]
[This simulation is a regular historical simulation. User, please pay attention.]
The successive words made Ian realize that none of this was his imagination.
But rather, something truly happening.
It seemed the doorknob's warning just now wasn't false—behind the door was indeed a completely unexpected path, a path he had never thought of.
[Confirming user for first simulation, selecting talents.]
[Corresponding talents have been generated based on user characteristics for this simulation.]
[Vigorous: Your energy far exceeds normal imagination. Even after high-intensity exercise, you can still maintain physical activity; if you wish, you can go without food or water for several days without feeling sluggish.]
[Battle Continuation: To fulfill a promise to others, you can stand up again no matter how severe the injury, until you reach your destination;]
[Affinity: Your words are more easily accepted by others; even if they are not entirely correct, and may even be full of your personal desires.]
Three detailed characteristics were laid out before Ian,
He began to understand what this simulation meant—carrying these extracted talents to different historical nodes.
This was much easier to understand than those things like Magicians and Heroic Spirits from before.
The cold voice continued to sound in Ian's ear, as if it were merely a ruthless machine.
[Simulation officially begins.]
[You, who transmigrated to Chaldea, have transmigrated once again.]
[This time, the transmigration location is Britain.]
[You appeared in a family where your parents died young. Through your unremitting efforts, you became a knight in training.]
[Your efforts were noticed by your captain, and you were soon promoted to a full knight, becoming one of the many knights responsible for ensuring Princess Morgan's safety.]
[Privately, you greatly admired this extraordinarily powerful and rather cold Princess, vowing to fight for her, but she seemed unwilling to accept any of it, giving you cold stares and maintaining a considerable distance from you.]
[This made you very uncomfortable, but out of your affection for her, you continued to silently protect her. However, evil thoughts gradually sprouted within this protection, until they became sparks of desire.]
[Soon, the entire kingdom entered a celebratory period. Everyone, including Morgan, was completely drunk, but you, with your own intentions, remained sober.]
[In this dark moment, you felt as if you had received a revelation. You arrived at Morgan's bedchamber door and found it wide open, as if welcoming someone's arrival.]
[At thi//s moment, your destiny reached a turning point.]