Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"Three simulations have already been rated Ex. Will there be new simulations next? Well, I'll think about it when they appear. What kind of life will they bring me then?"

Moran is like a traveler on a bus.

After completing a journey, he stopped to rest temporarily, not knowing when the next bus would arrive.

But it doesn't matter.

The thing he has the most right now is time.

"Now, let's get back to reality."

As Moran spoke, his consciousness fell into unconsciousness again.

Consciousness is returning from the simulator to reality.

Although this was not the first time he had gone through this process, he had been going through hundreds of years in simulation.

This exits the conscious process from the simulator.

This is something that feels both familiar and strange.

The first thing I feel is tiredness.

Then comes the discomfort that comes from the soul.

The modern magical aura is a world away from that of the ancient Age of Gods more than 10,000 years ago.

Moran, who had been there for hundreds of years, returned to reality from the simulation.

It will take a while for me to get used to it.

Even though he was in Britain during the Age of Gods.

Even in Great Britain's heyday, the concentration of magic power could hardly be compared with that of the Age of Gods ten thousand years ago.

If modern people were thrown back ten thousand years.

I'm afraid that just breathing may cause the magic power to burst blood vessels. The physique of modern people is too fragile compared to that of the people in the Age of Gods.

"Teacher, teacher—wake up! Breakfast is ready, and Lady Lorelei is waiting for you to eat with her."

The girl's voice called out to me.

The fatigue that clings to the limbs is like rust, making it extremely difficult to move.

If I remember correctly.

Moran remembered that before conducting the 777 simulation, he seemed to have reviewed government affairs with Lorelai all night.

No wonder he felt so tired.

"Um...Morgan...?"

"Teacher, uh uh...you got me wrong again..."

Gray sighed and showed a helpless expression.

This wasn't the first time Moran had misidentified her.

Of course, compared to disgust or something.

What she felt more was helplessness.

Could it be that I and Princess Morgan are really that similar?

Questions like this come to mind.

Although the grave-keeping clan has stone statues and paintings of Morgan, they are more than 1,500 years old.

Gray had never met Morgan, so she couldn't understand.

She felt a little depressed.

"Ah... I was so sleepy... Sorry..."

Moran touched his hand and got up from the bed.

For Gray, it may have been just one night, but for Moran, hundreds of years had passed.

For countless nights over the centuries, he woke up to see the faces of Morgan and his many other wives.

Seeing Grey and Morgan's faces that are highly similar.

I shouted it out almost subconsciously.

I have to say, getting used to this thing is really scary.

Chapter 358: Unexpected Changes [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

Buckingham Palace is staffed with servants who serve the king.

They have received the most stringent etiquette education since childhood. For British servants, being able to serve the British king is their highest honor.

Today, however, is a little different from the past.

When the maids entered the bedroom to help Moran wash up, they all stood at the door of the room in a daze.

".....What's wrong?"

Moran couldn't help but frown.

During his long stay in Great Britain and in Pelasgian imitation, he had become accustomed to the service of servants.

Hearing Moran's question.

The three maids who entered the room looked a little flustered.

They originally had absolute confidence in themselves and believed that any request made by the king could be perfectly met.

But, who would have thought that once I came in,

I encountered such a situation beyond my imagination.

——There was a stern look between the man’s brows, and his shoulder-length hair was like floating mane, shining with a dazzling luster.

Although his eyes are lazy, they are still elegant.

Like a lion lying down to rest, it is majestic without being angry, and this beauty and solemnity are intertwined together.

"Huh? What's going on...my hair is getting longer too?"

Moran reached up and lifted her shoulder-length hair.

He remembered that he had short hair before the simulation, but when he woke up, he saw that his hair had grown twice as long.

Looking in the mirror, it’s like seeing a simulation of myself.

For a moment he thought he was in Pelasghi.

When in Pelasghi, Moran had long hair.

Morgan and his wives often help him take care of it.

Magicians usually have long hair for a specific purpose, not just for superficial reasons like aesthetics.

Looking at top magicians like Solomon and Merlin.

They all have waist-length hair.

This is not surprising, because hair is also a magician's ceremonial attire and can also be used as a magic circuit.

At least, that's how it is for the Age of Gods magicians.

Modern magicians are unable to make better use of their hair because of the deterioration of their mysteries.

The reason why Weber in the future has long hair is mainly because the magic power in his body is pitifully small, and he can only try his best to store magic power.

He regarded hair as an organ for storing magic power, but the amount that could be stored was pitifully small.

There's no way he can be compared to Moran.

Moran could just pull out a strand of his hair and use it as a wand. There was a world of difference between him and Weber.

"...Gray? You were stunned too?"

Moran waved his hand in front of Gray's face.

He felt that his hair was just a little longer and it shouldn't cause such a reaction from others.

"Even though... it's only been one night... Teacher, you've changed so much... I almost thought you were a different person."

Gray's eyes wandered, and she felt uneasy.

Her heartbeat quickened slightly.

I don’t know if it’s because of the blood in my body, or because the man in front of me is so simple and dazzling.

Or maybe she already had a good impression of him.

"Could it be that, Gray, you also think I look better like this? Or are you shy?"

Moran half-jokingly took a step closer.

He had only lived through a long simulation, and no matter what, he couldn't have exerted such a great influence.

Although, Moran thinks so.

But he clearly underestimated himself.

"Mmm...Teacher...If you do this...it will really bother me..."

Gray couldn't help but grab her hood with both hands and quickly dodged.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, and her fair, round cheeks were as red as apples.

Not only that, when Moran's attention shifted to the three maids.

Even their breathing became heavy.

Rather than acting like shy girls like Gray, they seemed more conquered by the majesty and sacredness.

“Hmm… I see…”

Moran nodded in understanding.

He knew what was going on.

At the end of the simulation, he gained the inherent skill, God, Demon and Beast King. His current situation was probably due to the influence of this skill.

I didn't expect the skill to take effect so quickly.

This skill also emphasizes the term "leadership temperament". I'm afraid the way it shows leadership charm is to adjust Moran's aura and appearance to the peak period of sitting on the throne.

Moran possessed both divine and demonic qualities during that period.

The people regard him as being of the same rank as the main god, and he also possesses the authority to create all kinds of demons, including divine beasts and demonic beasts.

Every move he makes has the majesty of a thousand beasts.

He is the king who is unrivaled in the world.

"Gray, I was just joking. Well, just wash up first. Wait, I'll go see Lorelai too."

The corners of Moran's mouth rose slightly.

Lorelai had always thought he lacked the majesty of a king.

Now, I have regained my former self.

Although Moran intended to be serious after talking with Lorelai, he didn't expect that the inherent skills would bring about such an effect.

He was already looking forward to seeing Lorelai's expression.

I'm sure it will be very exciting.

Under the service of a maid.

Moran simply completed his morning wash.

A king must have the demeanor of a king.

British kings of all generations have been required to adhere to past etiquette, and servants will devote their all to their loyal kings.

“..Hmm….”

Gray couldn't help but turn her head to take a peek again.