"So this is the Labyrinth City… Orario."
Murmured a young red-haired man, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he stood atop an imposing rocky cliff. The gentle morning breeze stirred his clothes, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation and damp earth to his face.
Before his eyes stretched a majestic sight: the legendary city of Orario, surrounded by sturdy walls and adorned with colorful rooftops and towers of exotic architecture. But what drew the most attention, almost hypnotically, was the massive white tower rising from the city's center. A colossally tall structure, as if defying the heavens, casting its shadow over the entire region.
"A world where gods and mortals coexist… A city where adventurers challenge the limits of strength and courage…" he whispered to himself, clenching his fists.
"I'm certain this place will grant me the power to rival the Heroic Spirits… And then, at last, I'll be able to defeat Angelica and Julian, stopping them from disturbing Miyu's life ever again."
Just uttering his younger sister's name made his heart ache. Memories of the past surged forth with intensity.
In his previous life, he had been just a Japanese college student named Satoru Emiya, a devoted fan of the Fate franchise. Since childhood, he had been captivated by its stories of epic battles. He followed the routes, the heroes, and the tragedies of that vast universe with fervent admiration.
Most of all, he was fascinated by the journey of Shirou Emiya, the idealistic protagonist who fought against a cruel world in the name of his dreams and the ones he loved. Whenever he watched Shirou, he imagined himself in his place, enduring sacrifices, protecting those who could not protect themselves.
But everything changed when he watched the Heaven's Feel route. The dark tale of Sakura Matou, marked by abuse, suffering, and redemption, broke his heart. Of all the heroines, Sakura was his favorite, sweet, gentle, and tragically real. By the end of the films, tears streamed down his face. Her pain had become his own.
Seeking emotional relief, he turned to Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya, hoping its lighter tone would soothe his sorrow. But fate had already set its course. That night, while marathoning Vow in the Snow, his eyes closed… and he simply passed out.
When he opened them again, he was no longer in his room. He was lying in the midst of a ruined field, surrounded by shattered swords and fragments of steel scattered everywhere. Dust hung in the air like the ashes of a battle just ended.
And not far from him, Angelica, cloaked in her golden aura, still wielded the dreaded Sword of Rupture.
A sharp pain shot through his mind.
Memories. Thousands of them.
'Shirou Emiya.'
'Miyu Sakatsuki.'
'Holy Grail War.'
'King of Heroes.'
'Archer.'
The flood of memories overwhelmed him, but at the same time, it brought clarity. He now knew exactly where he was. This wasn't a dream or fantasy.
Even if he didn't consciously remember, some part of him already knew.
This was the original world of Miyu Sakatsuki. The end of the Holy Grail War, the one where Shirou had given up everything, even his ideals, to save his sister.
That moment, that scene… was the final chapter of Shirou Emiya's tragic tale. He had lain there, wounded and bloodied, yet smiling with relief, for he had fulfilled his promise: to save Miyu, even at the cost of his life.
And then an irrefutable truth surfaced: it wasn't Satoru who reincarnated into Shirou's body… It was Shirou who had awakened Satoru's memories.
In the end, they were the same soul.
(If my memories have returned now… something must have triggered it. A system? A god? A higher will?)
(Whatever it was… you shouldn't have let me awaken if you intended to keep me bound here.)
As his thoughts raced, an intense golden light began to shine from his chest, expanding like solar waves, illuminating the entire battlefield.
"What is that!?" Angelica shouted, alarmed by the sudden burst of energy. She immediately took a combat stance, readying herself for an attack.
A dozen golden portals opened around her, revealing countless floating weapons, spears, swords, axes, all primed for launch.
But before she could grasp what was happening, her consciousness was interrupted. Time itself seemed to freeze.
Shirou staggered and stood with effort. His eyes locked onto a single point: a small golden pocket watch, floating serenely in the air as if it had waited for this moment for years.
"Isn't that… the fake watch I bought for my collection?"
It was ironic. The artifact responsible for his reincarnation wasn't some legendary or magical item… but a cheap pocket watch he'd bought on a whim.
Yet the moment he touched it, a wave of information surged into his mind.
Its name was [Chronoscálion], and it had the ability to transport souls to other worlds and integrate them into those realities. Seventeen years ago, this object had brought Satoru into that world. However, since his original body was incompatible, his soul had sought another vessel, thus, he reincarnated as Shirou Emiya.
The reason his memories had remained sealed until now was simple: his soul had still been adapting to this new plane of existence. But in that battle, through his resolve, his pain, and his love, everything aligned, completing his synchronization with this world.
Now, he was truly Shirou Emiya. And he was ready to forge a new destiny.
Turning to Angelica, still frozen in suspended time, he whispered with a steady smile:
"At this moment, I don't have the power to face you or Julian. But that will change."
Shirou knew that, in the events to come, Miyu, Illya, and the returning Shirou would temporarily defeat Julian and the others.
But due to Shirou's weakened condition, all subsequent battles had to be fought by Miyu, Illya, Kuro, and Bazette.
The thought of such a future filled Shirou with reluctance. How could he let his little sister fight while he sat idly by?
That was not the future he wanted.
"All right… Chronoscálion, send me to a world where I can grow stronger. Where I can evolve… and return."
The watch responded, enveloping him in a vortex of golden light. He knew he couldn't choose the exact world unless he had been there before or possessed its specific coordinates. But that didn't matter.
He only needed a chance.
Casting one last glance at Angelica, he murmured with conviction:
"You're far stronger than I am now. But mark my words… I'll return. And next time, it'll be to defeat you."
And thus, Shirou Emiya vanished, wrapped in light—while Angelica, regaining consciousness, looked around in confusion at his sudden disappearance.
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Awakening from his memories, Shirou turned his gaze once more to the city of Orario, which now appeared more alive than ever.
His heart raced, not with fear, but with anticipation.
"Falna, huh?..." he murmured with a smile.
"I hope you all live up to my expectations…"
(End of Chapter)
This chapter is just a bonus, I will officially start posting it here next week.
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."
Chronoscálion: A neologism inspired by "Chronos" (time) and "skalion" (Greek for ladder)
→ "The ladder to worlds through time."
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A/N: Just to be clear, I already know that there is a translation of this same fanfiction here on WN, I read it and unfortunately it is exactly the same as the original, including the nonsensical Chinese dialogues, simply put, aside from the corrections in the names, everything, including the dialogues, is exactly the same confusing Chinese junk.
Therefore, I decided to do this, adding my personal touch, improving dialogues, scene descriptions, names, improving and correcting everything necessary to make this fanfiction five stars for Fate fans and for readers in general.
And if you see any weird errors, let me know so I can fix them immediately.
Fate is my favorite franchise, so I want to make this fanfiction the best it can be.