Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

"Oooooooooh—Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

There's no mistake—my theory, there's no mistake at all!"

The Dead Apostle, in despair, laughed with joy and madness.

The next moment, the entire simulated world was torn apart by claws.

Making a sound like shattering.

Puchi—!!

Roa was torn apart like a bursting water balloon, turning into a pool of scattered and withered scarlet blood.

Cutting, twisting, compressing.

Just like recalling the past killings.

Moran killed the Dead Apostle so thoroughly that he couldn't be killed again, and the other party could never have a chance to survive this move.

The torn world dissipated and melted.

Originally, it was just an empty thought attached to the world, and now that the result had been achieved, there was only one way to disappear.

There were no traces of battle in the corridor.

Only the eerie and flamboyant red blood.

[Unsurprisingly, the battle was ended by you in an instant.]

[This wasn't difficult for you, the real difficulty was the uncontrollable bloodlust after using your power.]

[Not only that, but you also had to face the Fallen True Ancestor.]

[The Fallen True Ancestor who had absorbed Roa's blood was still craving blood, and that crazed aura was no different from yours.]

"Heh, so it's finally here…"

Moran smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.

His vision was gradually being eroded by crimson.

The walls, the ground, and even the sky were all red.

This was a world where even the moonlight was tinged with blood red.

"Gugah—!"

[You used your strong will to endure the roar,]

[The sound of your spine creaking reached its peak, and your bones felt like they were being sawed off.]

[The blood vessels throughout your body were swelling,]

[A chaotic memory was stained red with blood, as if even the last pure white memory was about to be defiled.]

[Only this—]

[There was absolutely no way to compromise.]

[You pounced on the Fallen True Ancestor in front of you and began to fight, and as in the past thousands of years, you crushed and destroyed with the strongest and most violent power, crushing the blood and souls of your comrades..]

[Faced with a comrade who had completely fallen and unleashed his power,]

[You couldn't suppress your power anymore.]

[The blood in your body began to rise, and the superficial rationality was also dissipating and being buried.]

[No matter what you did, there was no saving it.]

[—In that case, then destroy everything.]

[The bloodlust gave rise to a killing intent akin to joy.]

"King! You! Have you fallen!?"

"You slaughtered the priest of the Burial Agency! And comrades who were in slumber! Guh! Your bloodlust!"

"Quick! Everyone retreat!"

[A group of True Ancestors were the first to arrive at the scene,]

[What they saw was an extremely terrifying sight,]

[A comrade stained with blood was dying in your hands,]

[Killed by one hand. Easily, mercilessly, like an ant.]

[The head of the deceased was grabbed by an invisible hand and crushed in the air, and blood and brains were smeared on the wall like paint.]

"Exterminate him! Before he completely falls! We still have a chance to kill him! He is no longer our king!"

"Quick! Let Arcueid become a weapon completely!"

"Emotions and intellect are a burden, originally she was the weapon we created! Now that the King has fallen, there is no other way!"

[Constantly hearing the noisy shouts,]

[The offensive words were very annoying.]

[In the memory that was constantly being defiled by blood, you tried to keep that madness away from the pure white image.]

[Golden-red demonic eyes stared at the group of True Ancestors surrounding you.]

[Originally, that's what you thought from the beginning.]

[If you were to fall completely and face death, then these True Ancestors would undoubtedly carry out the original principle.]

[That was to let Arcueid become a weapon.]

[How could you possibly accept such a thing?!]

[You had already decided when you met with Zelretch that even this fall and madness would be used.]

"Heh, haha, hahahahaha—!!"

[Answer the mad consciousness,]

[The current situation was as clear as a bolt from the blue.]

[Let the pathetic race called True Ancestors end here, clearing the last obstacle in this world for my beloved daughter—]

[The sudden realization made the cells rejoice!]

[All these noisy voices in front of you were unnecessary!]

[So kill them, kill them quickly!]

[Betting on the blood pulse of these three thousand years, get rid of these obstructive guys as soon as possible!]

[Only killing was swirling in your mind!]

"He's crazy! He's crazy! Get out of here! Aaaaaaah—!!"

"Moran Brunestud! He's gone mad! We are your last comrades! Stop! I—!!"

"Stop! I haven't—!!"

The True Ancestors were so terrified that they didn't even dare to think of resisting.

The imaginary constructs they used were as fragile as thin paper in front of him, and they didn't even have a chance to manifest a light body.

They had already been strangled by the True Ancestor King.

The killing skills of slaughtering True Ancestors for thousands of years were here.

"Arcueid… Altrouge… At least… when the end comes… clear everything away!"

Only a trace of self remained in the mad consciousness.

The True Ancestors couldn't escape those golden eyes, and it felt like the whole world was crumbling.

No matter how much he killed, it wasn't enough.

Even in madness, he could use heroic skills and great magic that transcended human intelligence, making him almost invincible.

"…Coveting my throne… Fearing my principle… You… also wanted to wield the butcher knife long ago, didn't you? Ridiculous! Ridiculous! The history of the True Ancestor race doesn't need you to continue!"

Moran was bathed in a pool of blood.

The ground was covered with fragmented limbs and flesh.

All of them were his past comrades.

[There were still a few True Ancestors who hadn't been completely killed, and they knew in despair that they couldn't escape this castle.]

[Thus, the True Ancestors made a desperate charge towards you.]

[Their outcome is already predetermined.]

[In front of you, who cannot suppress the urge to feed, the True Ancestors are merely striking a stone with an egg, posing no threat.]

[Because they have consumed the blood of their kin.]

[The frenzied and restless consciousness is calmed, but you know this is only a momentary tranquility.]

[Once you start feeding, there is no turning back.]

[The next impulse will be uncontrollable.]

[You stand in the blood pool, gazing at the flawless full moon, and the unforgettable memories are now incredibly clear.]

[At this moment, you understand.]

[What you pursue is the principle of inheritance.]

[The logical form constructed by words and records cannot be described; it is an unresolvable light.]

[Death is the common foundation of all things.]

[All living beings fear and evade death, yet you have faced it multiple times and attempted to transcend it.]

[The principle in your blood is inheritance.]

[It is a pity that only after your fall did you barely touch the edge of this principle; this decayed soul has no hope.]

"Ha ha… ha ha ha… finally… it's a pity that I am limited in this life… this world cannot be completed… so be it…!"

What overflows in Moran's heart is joy.

Although he currently cannot do anything about this principle, there are two women in this city whom he cherishes the most.

They are the hope for the future.

For this, he has no regrets.

"—Song of the inner sea of the Planet, the sky-covering canopy! Curse the Ancestors! Curse the mortal world! To this day, the original principle has yet to be fixed, and the cornerstone of this planet remains extremely fragile…!"

Moran extends his hands towards the full moon.

Carrying a proud confidence that is enough to lift his chest.

What Moran thinks of is the crimson moon that left that day, and the two great last words she entrusted to him.

The first: to create a True Ancestor who can welcome her.

The second: to fix the principle of the Ancestors.

Like a long voyage lasting nearly seven hundred years, Moran is now realizing these two wishes.

Although the last one is still a step away.

But he has already pushed open the door.

Even if he cannot fix the principle himself, he believes someone will be able to complete it for him.

"We are the proof of the Ancestors, the root of the disease! Like a great whirlpool! It will eventually give birth to the cornerstone of the principle—!"

[The voice echoes in the Millennium Castle]

[Arcueid and Altrouge arrive]

[There, they see a ground full of corpses, and you, barely maintaining your sanity, standing in a pool of blood]

[They know what this situation is]

[You have already become a Fallen True Ancestor]

"No… no… how could it be… a Fallen True Ancestor… Moran… how could you become a Fallen True Ancestor…"

Arcueid twists her head as if she does not want to accept it.

But she knows better than anyone.

"Wuw…"

Altrouge's throat trembles.

She has a more decisive personality than Arcueid and knows that the man before her has become a disaster.

Even if he can maintain a moment of sanity.

In the end, he will only become a natural disaster that constantly craves blood.

Her hands are trembling.

[Seeing the painful expressions on their faces]

[You feel an immense sorrow, but also a determination not to let yourself fall completely into madness; that is the awareness of having been a hero in the past]

[No matter what fate you bear]

[You will never become a bloodthirsty disaster]

[Nor will you allow your two beloved daughters to kill you with their own hands; such a sin is not something they should bear]

[Since you have already persisted for three thousand years]

[Then let it be you who draws the final line]

Puff—!!

[Another sound of blood splattering]

[You pull out your own heart]

[You discard all the energy within your body, severing all connections as a True Ancestor and with the planet, cutting off all possibilities of obtaining resources, and finally using a technique sufficient to ensure your own destruction]

[You have long made all arrangements]

[Waking from the coma of self-extinction]

[You fall to the ground, and time that had been still begins to move]

[You lie on Altrouge's lap]

[Sensing the breath that has already vanished from your body, you are certain that even a True Ancestor cannot survive]

[Let alone the fact that you have stripped away the Idea Blood]

[A True Ancestor losing this origin will be like losing a soul, with only death as the outcome]

[It was originally impossible to strip away]

[But you have existed in this world for quite a long time, and there is nothing impossible in this world]

[There is always a way to strip away and inherit]

[It just takes a few hundred years]

"Crying again… Altrouge… if you let Brunestud see you like this… she will definitely say something about you…"

Moran's tone is very weak…

But his expression is very peaceful.

"Don't do this… I beg you… don't leave me… Mother has gone… if you also… then I will be all alone…"

Altrouge lowers her head and sobs.

Pearl-sized tears slide down her cheeks.

Arcueid tightly grasps Moran's cold hand: "Moran… I still have… many things… I want to do with you…"

[The faces of the two women are filled with reluctance and sadness]

[Your face carries tenderness]

"I have fallen, and there is no more time. Altrouge, I hope you can take care of Arcueid in the future; although she is a crazy girl, after all, you are her sister…"

"Although I can no longer accompany you as before, I believe you can achieve what I could not; you are my greatest pride in this life… I love you both more than anyone else."

"Take my heart… my Idea Blood… if it's you two… you will definitely be able to achieve the scenery I have never seen…"

Moran's eyes hold hope.

Just like Brunestud once believed in him and rushed towards death.

Now, this inheritance is passed on by him.

The inheritance engraved by the Idea Blood may be like this.

"Arcueid, Altrouge, even if I perish here, my blood will accompany you to the last moment. I hope that what you remember is not my death, but that even in the end, even this urge to feed cannot stop me from loving you…"

It is as if he has poured all his strength into it.

Moran, who is already as ethereal as mist, reaches out his hand to the two women, gently caressing their cheeks.

He believes the two women will not be crushed here.

His Idea Blood will bring them blessings.

"More than anything I possess, I hope you find happiness. Ah… I have held on for so long… nearly three thousand years… I am now… a little tired… but… I will still try… to hold on a bit longer…"

[Having persisted for over three thousand years]

[You now just want to see the faces of the two women a little longer]

[Everything has already been arranged]

[You could say there are hardly any regrets; the only pity is that in the beautiful future, there is no you]

[Although you always called Brunestud a foolish woman]

[In the end, you are just as well-matched with her]

[What you want to try to say, hmm—]

[Is just a bit of reluctance; even if there are a few minutes or a few hours left, you still want to look at them]

[If Brunestud wakes up]

[You really don't know how angry she will be with you]

[She might even destroy the Earth; by then, it would truly be a laughable situation…]

[Forget it, there's nothing to be done]

[If there's a chance, I'll apologize to her honestly]

"Just hold on a little longer… Arcueid… Altrouge… I will… always be with you…"

[As you think this]

[Gradually, gradually…]

[Your heavy eyelids slowly droop]

[The figures of Arcueid and Altrouge become increasingly blurred]

[In the end, what you see is a sea of white flowers, where there is a being like a fairy from the moon]

[There, you see her smile]

[You slowly walk towards her]

[Just like that, you take her hand after many years]

[In the last remaining fragments that scatter, you unload all the burdens you carry and find that initial happiness]

[As the gentle wind blows]

[The fragments of consciousness are carried far away, and all things in the world seem to return to tranquility]

[Your voyage has finally reached its final destination]