In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

Author: Drunken Master

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In 20th-century London, an unlucky fellow transmigrates into the body of a young nobleman who has just died.

Realizing he had a car, a house, and both his parents were dead—a perfect start in life—Luo Wei grinned.

With their abundant start-up wealth, they can live comfortably in this world even without doing anything.

British aristocracy, Union Jack!! How could I possibly lose with such a perfect start?

"I'm so incredibly excited!!"

Just as he reached out and rubbed his temples with his fingers, a rather familiar, sarcastic male voice came from the gemstone on the table.

"Love, you bastard, how long are you going to skip class? Do I have to personally drag you back before you'll come back?!"

"Huh? You said your name is... Kenny... what?"

"Hiss... This is bad."

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Volume One: The Blood-Stained Opening

Chapter 1: When Reality and Fantasy Intertwine (Please add this first chapter to your favorites!!)

Our story begins when fantasy and reality intertwine.

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Long ago, magic and science were both fields of study.

However, with the progress of the times, the mysteries that once covered this planet began to gradually disappear and become difficult to see. Magic also began to fade from people's sight and was gradually forgotten by the times.

Even today, the mere mention of magic is considered a word confined to fantasy. But in this mysteriously vanished era, there still exist those who possess this mystical heritage, hidden on the other side of this world. They call themselves—

"magician."

Now, as fantasy and reality intertwine once again, our story has begun.

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Time: A winter in the late 20th century.

Location: Fuyuki City, Hyogo Prefecture, Japan.

This year's New Year came much earlier than usual, and the weather was also colder.

As dusk settled, thick clouds blanketed the sky, and the winter chill combined with the gloomy atmosphere created a somber mood. After a while, a few glistening snowflakes fell from the thick cumulus clouds, and the north wind that followed gently swept these falling ice crystals up, leading them northward.

The glistening snowflakes fell softly, a pure white veil descending into the steel jungle, gradually draping the gray-black city in white, and finally drifting slowly into the city's lower reaches along the pre-designed ditches or pipelines.

Because of the time constraints, the country's New Year has just passed, students in the Far East have not yet started school, and office workers have not yet finished their holidays. Many people are currently enjoying this hard-won New Year holiday far away from home. Therefore, the once bustling streets look somewhat desolate at this moment. Apart from a few shops that opened early, most of the streets are closed, making them appear even more deserted from a distance.

Wandering alone in this vast, silvery-gray world, travelers far from home not only fail to perceive the snow-covered landscape around them, but also feel a deep sense of loneliness and solitude.

Just like right now...

"I hate snow."

Suddenly, a deep sigh echoed through the empty street, breaking the silence that had enveloped the world.

A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the gauze in the air drifted away, scattering snowflakes onto the snowdrifts on the road, adding a few more touches of new white to the world without anyone noticing.

The black-haired youth trudged through the snowflakes, holding up a red umbrella. Wearing boots, he walked along the snow-covered, pristine street, gazing at the scene before him with a slight sigh of admiration.

"I hate snow, and I hate winter and the New Year even more..."

Although expressing such sentiments during a festival that most Easterners would be celebrating with joy seems somewhat out of place.

However, sometimes, things that most people like don't necessarily mean that everyone will like them, at least for those who wander far from home.

"Because...that would make me miss my hometown even more."

Luo Wei patted the snowflakes off his clothes, then wrapped his trench coat tighter around himself. He couldn't help but look up at the gray sky above, where snowflakes were still drifting down.

Another festive season has arrived. At this time of year, the plum blossoms in my hometown should be in bloom.

—Love, whose full name is Love Crowley, is 22 years old. He is a magician who is currently wandering around. He is a well-known figure in the mystery circle and is considered a genius. He is also a transmigrator who took over someone else's place a few years ago.

His predecessor was an outstanding young magician in the Mage's Association, who spent most of his time operating within the Clock Tower area. Due to his exceptional talent and the privileges afforded by his noble blood, he was able to maintain his place even in a place teeming with geniuses. Apart from a minor setback involving his family, he was already considered a very successful role model in life.

However, the original owner encountered some accidents two or three years ago. To put it simply, he secretly performed some forbidden magic ritual that violated the Clock Tower's agreement, but he went too far and lost his soul. He lost all vitality and became a corpse lying on the carpet for two days and two nights. It was during that time that Luo Wei happened to transmigrate into this unlucky guy's body.

When he first opened his eyes and saw that the scene above him was not the underworld he had expected, but a magnificent noble mansion, Luo Wei was still incredulous.

He clearly remembered that the last thing he saw was a large truck rushing towards him, and the violent impact he felt on his body at that moment was something he would never forget.

It was a feeling that no one who had never been hit by a truck could possibly understand. In short, even though he only had a brief moment of consciousness at the time, he was still able to clearly perceive the passing of his life.

However, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the dark underworld of mythology, nor the white ceiling of the hospital, but an ancient red ceiling inlaid with all kinds of strange patterns. The air was filled with smells similar to mercury, lapis lazuli, blood, and all sorts of other smells that he could not describe in words.

On this day, an unfortunate soul from another world, like many of his predecessors, was sent here on a sunny morning by a cross-world human trafficking organization that used a half-cargo truck as its tool.

As a young man of the 21st century who was abducted by the criminal gang, Luo Wei felt extremely speechless.

Keep in mind that he was walking on a pedestrian crossing and strictly following traffic rules, not to mention that it was near the city center. How could an out-of-control semi-trailer suddenly appear in such a place? Although he vaguely heard the piercing whistling sound in his ears, it was obviously too late. After experiencing the pain of life and death and regaining his senses, he had already been forcibly trafficked to another world.

So when Luo Wei woke up in a room filled with messy experimental materials and blood, he was completely bewildered.

The many oddly shaped bottles and jars around him were already broken, and the strange smell that wafted over him left him feeling bewildered and helpless.

However, he didn't have much time to be confused. Immediately afterward, a sense of unease, or rather, the memories of the original owner of this body, began to flood into his mind, giving him a general understanding of the world and situation he was in.

It's very strange that the original owner of this body was also named Luo Wei, but his Luo Wei was not the Eastern way of using a surname and a given name, but a single name, and his surname was Crowley.

—Love Crowley.

His family is a family of magicians that has been passed down for five generations. Oh no, it should be the sixth generation. The magic crest of this generation has been handed over to him, and it was done in a way that forced him into it.

The entire family is located in the suburbs of London and has a decent spiritual vein as its foundation. Although it cannot compare with those great magic families that have been passed down for more than nine generations, the fact that they have their own territory in London, the magic holy land where the clock tower is located, already surpasses the vast majority of magic families in the world.

But this peace that should have been theirs had been completely shattered. Many years ago, his parents heard from somewhere that a near-divine mythical creature had appeared in a certain place. As magicians who pursued the mysterious, they naturally felt obligated to travel to the border region between Poland and Belarus to find the legendary mythical creature that could only be a treasure from the divine era. And then, unfortunately, things didn't end well; they never returned after that trip.

Fortunately, they had considered the possibility of death when they went out to pursue the fantasy species. But for magicians, who are single-mindedly pursuing mystery and truth—in short, those who won't die if they don't court death—even losing their lives on the path of pursuing mystery and truth is entirely worthwhile.

However, reaching the Vortex of Roots was also a long-cherished wish passed down through generations of the family. So before leaving, they entrusted the Magic Crest to their heir, Rowe Crowley, hoping that he could carry on the bloodline and the family tradition and continue on the path of pursuing truth until they reached the Roots.

Luo Wei already thought these parents were incredibly powerful, forcibly passing on the family lineage and inscription to their teenager based on rumors about fantasy species, and placing the heavy responsibility of continuing the family legacy on him. However, he never expected that there would be an expert among them...

After the magician couple from the Crowley family disappeared in the primeval forest and their deaths were brought back by the Clock Tower's specialists, the original owner of this body was not saddened by his parents' passing. Instead, he was overjoyed to have inherited the coveted position of family head, putting on a perfect example of filial piety.

For the original owner of this body, their deaths were not bad news at all; on the contrary, they were the best news ever. Because the previous head of the Crowley family was dead, he could naturally become the new head of the entire Crowley magical family. This meant he could use most of the family's resources to his advantage and gain early access to the forbidden knowledge sealed in the family library.

So instead of being sad after his parents disappeared, the boy became even more unruly.

Using the guise of mourning, he secretly hid at home and conducted almost every experiment he couldn't do before. In the end, he became so arrogant that he touched upon truly forbidden experiments. As a result, in just two months, he went mad because he touched on too much forbidden knowledge, and in the end, he gave up his own soul, which gave Luo Wei the opportunity.

After seeing these memories, Luo Wei could only grit his teeth and utter two words about this family.

"……unbelievable."

Then he looked at his own somewhat haggard appearance through the mirror, and couldn't help but point at him and curse, "You're a freak too."

Although he desperately wanted to tell this family what was on his mind, the deceased was gone, and they wouldn't hear him no matter what he said. On the contrary, it was precisely because of this guy's reckless behavior that he had the opportunity to be resurrected. After all, if this body were a living person and he had forcibly pushed it away, Luo Wei would feel guilty. But since the other party was the one who brought this upon himself, it was a different story, and even his psychological burden naturally disappeared.

In short, after initially accepting this identity and reality, Luo Wei did not remain idle, nor did he naturally begin to enjoy his new life.

Although he didn't die immediately after being hit by the truck, nor did he end up in a hospital bed as a permanently disabled vegetable, but instead gained a new life in another world, this doesn't mean he can now secretly breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

The world of magicians is far more cruel than ordinary society, devoid of compassion and pity.

Not to mention that he is now a sixth-generation magician who has just lost the support of his parents, and a genius magician who is apprenticed to the head of the Clock Tower's Spellcasting Department.

Without the support of top-tier magicians, despite being hailed as a sixth-generation magician genius, how much ability could a mere teenager like him possibly possess? It's important to understand that magical families also engage in mutual annexation and cannibalization, much like big fish eating small fish. If it weren't for his close relationship with a certain monarch, the Crowley family would probably have been devoured by other covetous forces long ago.

Therefore, in order to cover up the fact that he was an imposter, he not only had to pretend to be a genius and try his best to please his cheap teacher, but also had to frantically absorb the original owner's memories and study magic knowledge and the inherited magic of the Crowley family to strengthen himself as much as possible and gain the power to protect himself.

Time flies, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, many things happened around Luo Wei, and he made many choices. In order to preserve his foundation, he agreed to many of his teacher's conditions. During this period, he also claimed that because his parents had passed away, he was unable to concentrate on studying magic, so he took a break and hid in the workshop to study magic in depth and for a long time. Only in this way could he barely keep his identity from being exposed.

And now...

Sometimes you really have to admit that habit is a terrible thing. After such a long period of forced cramming, even he can now feel a lot of changes happening to him.

At least in the realm of demonic cultivation, one has to admit that although the original owner was courting death, he was indeed very talented. No wonder he was noticed by that somewhat sharp-tongued teacher.

His initial motivation for delving into demonic arts was simply to preserve his reputation as a genius, conceal his flaws, demonstrate his worth, and thus gain his teacher's protection. But now...

Luo Wei himself had to admit that the path of demonic cultivation was truly, truly wondrous and beautiful...

Every step forward he took, every challenge he overcame that brought about a significant improvement in his strength, was visible to the naked eye. During this time, the sense of fulfillment he gained was something he could never have experienced in his previous life. This feeling was truly satisfying and fulfilling for him.

Subtly, he seems to be moving closer to becoming a magician himself.

However, unlike magicians who have truly abandoned emotions and become completely inhuman, at least his emotions are still quite rich.

I will feel happy and content, but I will also feel...sadness because I am alone in another world.

Well, I wouldn't call it sadness; at most, it's just a touch of melancholy triggered by the scenery.

Since arriving in this world, he has been in a state of complete mental tension every day. Not only does he have to play a role all the time, but he also has to use drugs to force himself to learn those obscure and difficult magical theories. He feels like he has to break himself apart every day. All he does is study, and it is even more tiring than when he was preparing for the final 100 days of his senior year of high school. There is not a single moment of relaxation or comfort.

Now that he has finally escaped from that inhuman hellhole of the Clock Tower and set foot on the land of the East again, seeing the festival that was so familiar from his memories, even though the regions are different, Luo Wei's heart is still stirred with emotion.

However, his sentimental behavior should stop here. After all, he had spent a lot of money and made ample preparations for this trip, and even went so far as to deceive his teacher, so now is not the time for him to be sentimental.

Well, let's do our best to prepare before anything starts. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. Whether I can succeed or not depends on what happens next.

Thinking this, Luo Wei put on his hood and turned to look in a direction far away from here, the direction of the Tohsaka family, the managers of the city's spiritual veins.

First, the first step, since he was on someone else's turf, it was only proper to greet the locals first. So, he decided to go and meet the infamous Calamity of the World. Then he'd consider how to completely deceive the other party and seduce the purple-haired female passerby. He'd been planning this for over a year…

So, are you ready?

Are you ready?