The Pseudo-Holy Grail War of Snowfield is About to Begin! Moran, who has transmigrated into the Type-Moon universe, is determined to clear the game in one life! Waiting online, urgent! Ding! You have successfully activated the Life Simulator! • 【You drove out the foreign Olympian Machine Gods, took the hand of the Earth Mother Goddess, and founded a new nation and mythology.】 • 【You are the Lord of the Millennium Castle, bestowed with the name Brunestud, and the beloved ruler of the land in the eyes of the Crimson Moon.】 • 【You are the Final King of the Age of Gods, single-handedly preventing its decline and ensuring that Divine Age Britain endures to this day.】 Behind this dazzling simulated life, Moran now faces- Arcueid: "Weren't you supposed to pick me up at the Millennium Castle? Why are you here in the Holy Grail War?!" Artoria: "Enough! Come back to Britain with me!" Ereshkigal: "Moran! Who are all these women?!" As his ever-growing circle of admirers closes in, Moran realizes- This might just be the hardest "Kidney Grail War" in history.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan's side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon's humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. "Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please." Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

In 1996 Kyoto, a young boy leaps from a moving truck into a river, fleeing the cursed bloodline of the Zen'in Family. That boy is Eichi, a transmigrator who awoke in one of the darkest corners of the Jujutsu Kaisen world... without a Cursed Technique. In a clan that worships strength and discards the weak, his fate should have been sealed: a lifetime of servitude or a brutal death. But Eichi refuses to bow. Armed with a modern mind and the memories of a past life, he chooses rebellion over despair. When Zen'in assassins corner him on a desolate overpass, reality shatters. The world twists, darkness consumes Kyoto, and a cold mechanical voice echoes within his mind: [The Host has entered the Lostbelt.] [Strongest Lostbelt System - Activated.] From that moment, Eichi's path changes forever. He will claim the power denied to him, mastering both the Ten Shadows Technique and the Heroic Spirit Summoning ability he once dreamed of. In this life, he refuses to be ordinary. In this life, he chooses to go mad. "This jujutsu world has rotted to its core. It's time for change." ◇◇◇ Preview Notes: 1. This story features a brand-new adventure with both canon and original characters. 2. Includes original settings and unique system elements. 3. The beginning progresses slowly. 4. No fixed ships, character dynamics evolve organically.

What if I tell you, there was a servant out there, but it's not a regular one, or a grand servant or something else, it was an Outer-Servant. And that this Outer-Servant was in one singularity that no one knows and not even the alien god doesn't know about it, and not even a little bit. But what if I really tell you, this so-called Outer-Servant...Was fused by every single counterpart of him, past, future and many more and turning into one entity. His name was Noname Nameless, or better yet... Heroic Spirit SHIROU. (This is my first time doing this fanfic fate Grand Order, and i hope you all enjoy reading it!)

(Rework of Isekai Le Fay. This story isn't meant to be taken seriously so expect a lot of crack.) A place in time that had managed to hide itself from the Counter Force made itself appear. Only a single Guardian can bypass the barrier blocking the Counter Force from deploying its agents. EMIYA's deployment had been disrupted as instead, as another force on the other end had called upon him. His master who had summoned him was none other than Morgan Le Fay. The world he finds himself in... is absurd and far removed from the events of history.

Asher transmigrated to the Land of Shadows, day after day, year after year, training with his Shishou Scáthach. Afterwards, in the evening after martial arts training, Morgan le Fay would also teach him magic. Initially, he got along very well with Morgan le Fay, which gave him a very good impression of her. Until one day, Morgan le Fay suddenly said to him, "A week later will be the time of choosing the king. My sister Artoria will go to pull out the Sword in the Stone and become king... I have something I need your help with." "What is it?" Asher asked. "Take the Sword in the Stone before her, and marry her." "???" "The curse is activated. From today onwards, you must find a way to marry Artoria!" This is a world where timelines are intertwined. He had pulled the Sword in the Stone, resolved the conflict between Scáthach and her sister, and even helped Gilgamesh. Asher originally thought he would continue adventuring like this. Until one day, he was summoned by the Holy Grail. Looking at this group of old acquaintances in front of him, Asher awkwardly waved his hand and said, "Hello everyone..." Artoria smiled and raised the holy spear in her hand high "Shine at the End of the World, Rhongomyniad!"

This story is...What happens if chaldea has summoned Archer Shirou Emiya. I was inspired by Accelbreaker from fanfiction and Cjytp9 here in Wattpad, please support both of them!

( Credits to @AustinKelly526 for the idea ) Y/N thought he signed up for a normal job. Something quiet. Something safe. Something that didn't involve angry gods, sword-wielding tsunderes, and overdramatic kings with god complexes. But no. He's not a Master. Not a Heroic Spirit. He's... the therapist. Now trapped in Chaldea, Y/N has one mission: fix the Servants. (Or at least stop them from killing each other in the hallway.) From calming down Jeanne Alter's weekly meltdown, to dodging BB's chaotic matchmaking attempts, to surviving "family therapy" with Karna and Arjuna, Y/N's job is pure madness. No powers. No weapons. Just a clipboard, coffee, and sheer mental willpower. Pray for him.

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world-lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods. It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat. It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion. It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods. It even engineered the clash between Britannia's Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d'Arc into corruption. Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil. "The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!" But seriously, we all did those things together-so why am I the one getting blamed for everything? ... When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them. In that moment, he understood... Yeah-he was definitely taking the fall for all of it.