Type-Moon: After a Thousand Years in Nibelungen

Day 1 of time-travel, a rainy night, the elevated highway, a one-eyed deity drives over with time stop to kill. It is Odin from Dragon Raja, what a fucking terrible starting hand, I’m dead for sure! Day 2, what, Odin, you failed to elbow me to death? Instead, you trapped me in Niflheim? Then I’ll just have to come elbow you every day! Decades later, a bunch of people successively fell in. A white-haired, red-eyed version of Ishtar? Don’t know her. I didn’t time-travel into Fate anyway, so that’s completely normal. Francesca brags about her illusions. What’s so great about that, isn’t that just the Yen-ling, Dream Tapir? When I taught her a few of Odin’s Dragon Texts, she screamed and shouted about some Primal Runes. The mysterious cloaked woman is a Zealot, calling herself Assassin. She doesn’t wear a skull mask, so the disguise is poor. Her assassination skills aren’t even worth a hair of mine. My Alchemy has grown increasingly refined, reaching the threshold of the “Seven Kingdoms” level. Huh? What do they mean when they say I’ve stepped into the realm of magic? Over a thousand years passed, and I finally broke free. Wait, the Holy Grail War is underway? Turns out I’m in Type-Moon? Wait, what do you mean I’ve become the Terminal Device, the Grand Dragon, the King of the Lostbelt, the Ultimate One ( — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Type-Moon: After a Thousand Years in Nibelungen — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠