London, Clock Tower.
This is a place revered as sacred by countless magi.
It is, without a doubt, the heart of the Mage's Association.
Though the Wandering Sea and the Atlas Alchemy Institute stand on equal footing with the Clock Tower, they remain secluded from the world.
Thus, it's fair to say that the Clock Tower represents the Mage's Association as a whole.
Here lies the most advanced magical knowledge in the world.
Yet, within the student dormitories of this prestigious institution, Moran lay sprawled on his bed, utterly bored.
"Ahhh..."
He let out a deep sigh.
To put it simply, he was a transmigrator.
At first, the realization that he had been reborn into the Type-Moon universe filled him with excitement and anticipation.
But as time went on, reality poured a bucket of cold water over his enthusiasm.
Moran's parents had died in an accident while researching magecraft, leaving him with nothing—not even a Magic Crest.
For a magus, this was a catastrophe.
Without a Magic Crest, he would have to start from scratch, painstakingly retracing the steps of his ancestors with a hundred times the effort. Otherwise, he might never even reach the level of an average magus.
But as the saying goes, when God closes a door, He opens a window.
Moran's parents were ordinary magi.
However, his mother carried the bloodline of a prestigious mage family, though she had been cast aside due to her poor aptitude.
That mage family was none other than the Edelfelt.
A renowned magus lineage from Finland, the "Land of a Thousand Lakes," known for its "Scales that Measure Ores."
Moran knew this family well.
As a veteran Type-Moon fan, he recognized the name. Luvia—the golden drill-haired beauty hailed as the
"most elegant hyena in the world"
—was an Edelfelt. She was also an eternal rival to Rin Tohsaka.
When his parents passed away, the Edelfelt family sent people to assist him, helping him sort out various affairs.
Perhaps out of respect for his lineage, they even agreed to sponsor his enrollment at the Clock Tower.
That was how Moran ended up here.
One of his few strokes of good luck.
"Although the Edelfelt family is funding my education, it's only because of our blood ties..."
Moran's voice carried a hint of weariness.
He knew that, at this stage, the Edelfelts were merely making an investment.
Once that familial obligation faded away, they would no longer pay him any attention.
By magus standards, the Edelfelts had already done more than enough.
In the world of magecraft, patricide and filicide were commonplace. Blood ties held no real weight.
At least the Edelfelts had some sense of ethics.
But Moran?
His Magic Circuits were barely better than a normal human's, and he had no solid foundation in magecraft theory.
His future was clear as day—going nowhere.
Even he had no expectations for himself.
Let alone the Edelfelt family backing him.
"The... Fake Holy Grail War of Snowfield..."
Moran stared at the plain white ceiling, muttering to himself.
In six months, the Holy Grail War of Snowfield, USA would begin.
A grand spectacle, without a doubt.
As a transmigrator, he knew all about the events that would unfold.
But knowing was one thing—having the talent to participate was another.
In a battle of demigods and legends, he would be nothing more than fodder.
Rather than charging toward certain death, wouldn't it be wiser to accept mediocrity?
With Edelfelt blood in his veins, he could at least leverage his connections for a comfortable life.
Better than being a struggling nobody in his past life, right?
At least this time, he could be... a wealthy young master?
"Mediocrity, huh..."
Moran let out a bitter smile.
Just as he was about to fully embrace the slacker lifestyle—
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[
Life Simulator binding to host... Confirmation complete—this simulator will assist the host in achieving a happy and perfect life!
]
"—Huh?"
Moran froze for a few seconds.
After ruling out the possibility of a prank, hallucination, or mental breakdown...
He realized—
This was a cheat ability.
As a veteran web novel reader, he knew exactly what a Life Simulator was.
He had assumed he was reborn without a cheat.
Turns out, it was just fashionably late.
[
The Life Simulator allows for one simulation per day.
]
[
After each simulation, the host may choose two of seven randomly selected abilities to solidify into reality.
]
[
Solidified abilities carry over into future simulations.
]
[
Currently, only the 'Greek Heroic Age' scenario is available. More scenarios will unlock over time.
]
[
Would you like to begin the simulation?
]
Moran immediately chose to start.
He understood how these things worked—
By simulating different lives, gaining different rewards, and gradually growing stronger in reality.
This Life Simulator was likely no exception.
[
Simulation initiating... Anchor point set.
]
[
Greek Heroic Age selected. Beginning simulation...
]
[
Detected: Host possesses no skills. Adjusting...
]
[
Please select three abilities from the following to carry into the simulation.
]
Magic Circuits (B+)Innate Physical Prowess (B)Animal Communication (C)Magic Resistance (A)Battle Continuation (A)Blessing of Arms (B)Hawk's Eye (C+)
Seven options appeared before Moran.
Each had its own strategic value.
The setting was Ancient Greece—a time when gods walked the earth and fantasy creatures ruled the skies.
Even a single flower or blade of grass held mystical power.
Innate Physical Prowess (B): From birth, you possess an extraordinarily perfect physique. Even without training, your body is as if handcrafted by the gods. Your physical state remains at peak condition at all times, and your injuries heal at an accelerated rate.
Magic Resistance (A): Any magical effects below A-rank is ineffective against you. Even when facing Age of Gods magecraft, you have no reason to fear.
Blessing of Arms (B): You are a natural-born master of combat, able to wield any weapon with unparalleled ease.
Moran made his choices.
With these three skills, he could at least hold his own—maybe even carve out a name for himself as a hero.
But the Age of Gods was full of unknown dangers.
Who knew what fate awaited him?
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Skills selected.
]
[
Greek Heroic Age simulation—begin!
]