Start with Type-Moon, but Magical Index Magician

Start with Type-Moon, but Magical Index Magician

Author: Flying Start

Summary:

Morpheus, having traveled to the world of "A Certain Magical Index," was still sorting out the mess left by an evil magic society when he was caught in a space-time turbulence and transported to the world of Type-Moon. He was reborn as a baby, adopted by the Macremis family and Bazette's younger brother. As he prepared to fight the Fifth Holy Grail War, he discovered that this world was actually the FGO universe, where the Fifth War had never existed. Thus, for the sake of world peace and to once again pursue the ultimate secrets of magic and achieve the path of a demon god, Morpheus Fraga Macremis, a golden magician, embarked on a journey to save humanity.

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The introduction is powerless, harem, infinite flow, the current world is fgo, and the target worlds include Genshin Impact, Hokkaido, and Demon Slayer are also under consideration.

Volume One

Chapter 1: The Golden Magician

Westminster School, London, UK.

Morpheus Fraga Macremis, who had short light golden hair, was gently flipping through the book in front of him, letting the sunlight outside the window fall on the pages in front of him, as if the sunlight was not dazzling.

A girl about the same age as the boy came over with a cold expression. This person was Morpheus's personal maid.

"Master, the master said that if you don't go to the Clock Tower to study, you won't get a penny from the family anymore." The maid's name was Lizzie McLennan. After she finished speaking, she continued, "You really shouldn't be studying in a place like this."

Westminster School is one of the best high schools in the UK, but this maid clearly looks down on it.

"I know what my father wants me to study in the Clock Tower and then research magic, but I have no interest in that kind of thing."

Morpheus smiled faintly. "Those guys in the Clock Tower are old-fashioned and arrogant. Their words stink like the smelly socks in the attic. These idiots even look down on folk spells, thinking they're not magic. It's no problem to say they're short-sighted."

As he spoke, his slender and delicate fingers gently turned the pages of the book, as if the previous communication did not affect his reading efficiency.

"Besides, I'm just an adopted son. I don't have the blood of Macremis, and the magic seal was inherited by my sister Bazette. I just want to be an ordinary person quietly."

Live quietly as an ordinary person? Li Qi didn't comment much on this. Although she felt it was a pity, it was the young master's own choice and she had no right to ask too much about it. As for being cut off from living expenses by the master, that was not something she needed to think about.

After all, this is a struggle between father and son.

Li Qi has always watched the struggle between the father who wants his son to be successful and the son who wants to give up and be an ordinary person as a family drama.

While watching this scene, she felt like she could even eat a few more mouthfuls of food.

"By the way, what's going on in Chaldea now?" Morpheus suddenly asked.

"A large number of families have already sent their children to take the test. They say there are no problems after several attempts." Li Qi answered her young master's question, then asked, "Young master, are you interested in Chaldea? Do you need me to register for you?"

"How is that possible? I have absolutely no interest in that kind of place." Morpheus smiled, closed the book in his hand, and put it away.

Lizzie was sharp-eyed and saw that the cover of the book read "History of Christianity: The First Three Thousand Years".

The young master still loves to read this kind of books. There are obviously more related books in the clock tower, but he just doesn't want to go to the clock tower... Liqi thought silently, watching Morpheus get up and walk out of the classroom.

Walking out of the century-old building, Morpheus let the wind blow on him, and he fell into deep thought as he walked.

He is not from this world, but a time traveler. When he was still a baby and was picked up by his current adoptive father and raised as a son, he did not realize that there was anything wrong with this world. It was not until he found that his sister looked familiar and her name was Bazette that he suddenly realized it.

It turns out that I have traveled to the world of Type-Moon. Judging from the current situation, have several Holy Grail Wars already begun?

But strangely, there was no news about the Holy Grail War until 2004, when he suddenly heard his adoptive father discussing the Holy Grail War with others, and his sister Bazette, who was already a capable member of the Clock Tower at the time, did not go to Fuyuki City. Only then did Morpheus react again.

It seems that this world is not the Type-Moon world where Shirou is the protagonist.

After all, according to the original plot, his sister went to Fuyuki City to participate in the Fifth Holy Grail War, but was attacked by Father Joy in an unsportsmanlike manner, which led to her disappearance.

And now Bazette is fine, and she didn't even go to Fuyuki City, which means there's something wrong with the plot line.

The so-called Holy Grail War is a melee in which a group of magicians summon heroic spirits to fight as their servants, just to grab the final reward, the Holy Grail that is said to be able to fulfill their wishes.

A few years passed like this, and when news came that a family called Animusphia had suddenly become rich, made a lot of money, and soon established a new organization called the Human Survival Guarantee Agency Phoenix Chaldea, Morpheus finally understood which world he was in.

It's not that the Animusphia family has no background. After all, he is also one of the big bosses of the Clock Tower. It's simply that this guy suddenly obtained a lot of small amounts of money, which is much more than his original assets, which can be described as hundreds or thousands of times more.

Especially when seeing Rafe pretending to be an ordinary company executive in the news, Morpheus really wanted to punch him and let him understand what "cordial and friendly" communication meant and what "kindness" belonging to human beings meant.

The Animusphia family is the true victor of the Holy Grail War in 2004 in this world. By making a wish with the Holy Grail, they obtained the ancient, buried gold, used it as the foundation for their own development, and founded Chaldea.

Speaking of which, Morpheus's magic circuits are pretty good, neither too much nor too little. If he were to become a magician, he should be able to achieve decent success. According to the magicians in the Type-Moon worldview, magic circuits are like organs that generate magic power in the body. The more or less they are, the more efficient a person is in refining magic power.

Naturally, the more magic power that can be generated, the easier it will be to exert the corresponding strength.

A magic mark is a magic that a magician strengthens from generation to generation based on the magic they have studied and the magic that suits them. It can be passed down to one's blood relatives or strangers. Possessing a magic mark means inheriting the magician's family heritage and becoming its heir.

According to Morpheus, this is essentially a method of studying a mystery, converting it into an imprint, carving it into the human body, and allowing the human body to directly rely on this imprint to perform magic. It is not very clever or efficient, and it is also very troublesome.

Morpheus's adoptive father, old Macremis, said that the family was still very wealthy and had extra seals, which could be given to Morpheus. As long as he studied hard in the Clock Tower and strived to become a "three-good student" of the Clock Tower, he would become a noble magician in the future.

Then, on the day he arrived in London, Morpheus turned around and went to Westminster School, leaving the clock tower behind.

Knowing that this world is the world of FGO, knowing that this world will encounter a crisis, and even that the entire world may be destroyed, why don't you learn magic or something?

It’s not that Morpheus doesn’t want power, but that Morpheus needs his own space, his own time, and he prefers to find what he wants in the world of ordinary people.

He is not an ordinary time traveler. The secret hidden in him may be something that even the root of this world would tremble!

"Is it a bit childish to think this way?" Morpheus muttered to himself and came to his residence, a small room that was not very big. As long as his living expenses were cut off, then this house would only last until next month, right?

But it doesn’t matter anymore. All the necessary preparations have been made. Now all we have to do is wait quietly for events to unfold.

"Huh, I couldn't find the truth of magic in the world of A Certain Magical Index, so at least in this world, I must pursue the ultimate truth of magic and dye this world with the color of gold!"

The secret hidden by the young man is that this is not his first time traveling through time, but his second time. The first world he traveled through was called "A Certain Magical Index". In that magical world, he joined a magic society called Dawn of the Morning Light and became a magician.

Then, during an investigation into a magic society whose goal was to bring about the advent of Yog-Sothoth, an accident occurred while he was alone in annihilating the other group, and a ritual that had been set up by the other party was activated.

Although Morpheus successfully resolved the crisis this time, he was also caught in the turbulence of time and space. Eventually, he came to this world and became a baby.

The young man, who possessed the power and memory of another world and was extremely experienced in time travel, opened his own closet at this moment.

Inside was something he had already prepared: an authentic old British trench coat with a slightly gray hue that made him look capable.

The lining inside is a plaid pattern based on red, blue, green and yellow, designed in a certain order. It is simple and ordinary, without any frills.

He took out a gray top hat that matched his windbreaker perfectly, put it on, and looked carefully at himself in the full-length mirror. Morpheus smiled.

"I'm totally a famous detective walking the streets of London during the Victorian era!"

Then he took out a blue cup, a yellow dagger, a green plate, and finally, a red cane from the closet.

He just put the first three things into his arms, and they magically disappeared. As for the cane, he took it in his own hand. As a gentleman, he always needed a cane.

After finishing all this, he took out another necklace. This necklace looked a bit strange, like an eye. If you look at the style of the painting, it can't help but remind people of the eyes in the ancient Egyptian pyramid statues.

After putting on the necklace and placing it inside the lining so that no one else could see it, Morpheus took a deep breath.

"Well, although I don't want to join in the fun, in order to continue my research on the path of magic and explore the ultimate of magic, I'll go to Chaldea."

When the crisis occurs, the world will fall apart. For the future of mankind, and even more for his own future magical career, he must prevent the disaster that will happen in Chaldea!

Chapter 2: Temple Spiritual Outfit

"What? You're going to participate in the Chaldea Project?" The man on the other end of the phone made an extremely surprised sound. Even though he was a nobleman and the patriarch of a magician family with some years of experience, old Macremis was also surprised at this time.

Then he frowned. "You told me you were going to Chaldea because I was going to stop paying your living expenses and you didn't want to go to the Clock Tower, right?"

Morpheus smiled but said nothing.

"This is just a delaying tactic. Are you planning to cheat me out of a few more months of living expenses and then run away from Chaldea?!"

It is hard to imagine how much of a shock Morpheus's decision to flee from the Clock Tower had on the poor old man.

"No, I do plan to go to Chaldea. I feel the calling of my soul, and I should go there. There are things there that only I can do."

Morpheus didn't feel any burden even though he was telling lies. The current situation was that he had to go to Chaldea first and then kill Leif to prevent him from using the bomb. For this matter, there was no problem in lying.

After all, I am here to save the world.

"You're talking like one of those mentally challenged astrology families. We in the MacRemis family don't practice this."

Old Macremis said, but finally gave in: "Since that's the case, then I will call the current head of Animusphia, who is about your age. Look at him, then look at yourself..."

"She was 23 and I was only 16."

"She's too short. I always forget her age and think she's about your age."

"She's 162cm tall."

"How do you know so much? Do you like her?!"

So, there was another dozen minutes of sermon, during which Morpheus smiled the whole time and did not make any rebuttal.

Finally, after old Macremis finished his sermon, Morpheus hung up the phone. He knew that he just had to wait for notification from Chaldea. After all, with Macremis's status and power, it should not be a problem for him to get a place in Chaldea.

……

"Really? Why couldn't it be delivered earlier..." The young director, the current head of the Animusphia family, Olga Marie Yasmiret Animusphia rubbed the corners of her eyes gently, feeling a headache from the sudden increase in workload.

The girl had long silver-gray hair, and was wearing clothing that indicated she was a magician rather than a noble.

Next to her, a smiling man with strange, messy long hair said, "Isn't there someone named Fujimaru Ritsuka coming over in a couple of days? We can do the test together then."

The guy in green is Ralph Lionel Flauros, the man Morpheus really wants to kill immediately.

As long as Leif dies, the world can be saved, it's that simple.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Rafe. I have other things to do."

"Okay, director."

Leif smiled and accepted the task, while at the same time retrieving the identity information he needed:

"Hmm, a child of the MacRemis family? An adopted son, even though he didn't inherit the seal, yet he still took so much care of this child. Sir MacRemis has a truly kind heart."

However, when Leif saw the name, he showed a hint of doubt.

"Morpheus Fraga Macremis? Morpheus…" He muttered, looking back at the picture, Rafe narrowed his eyes at the cute boy with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" Hearing his mumbling, Olga Marie turned her head in some surprise and looked at the man she trusted most.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of a friend, a very good friend." Leif said, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he emphasized the words "very good friend", as if expressing some of his inner thoughts.

Olga Marie didn't notice this anomaly. She just continued to ask curiously, "Looks like your friend?"

"Yes, very similar, very similar, almost identical." Leif said this and smiled, "Perhaps he is the descendant of my friend."

Olga Marie remained noncommittal. She simply continued, "Then please complete this task. I still need to review the relevant data on Chaldea."

After Olga Marie left, Leif continued to look at the photo in his hand. His squinted eyes opened slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Are you really the person I think you are? Or are you actually that person's descendant? The weird magician who calls himself Veritas000." His mouth widened, and his smile became even stranger, like an alien.

"However, whether it's you or not, I still have to be prepared, just in case!"

……

Morpheus let his maid tidy up his clothes. It was already the next day, and he received a reply from Chaldea, inviting him to go to Chaldea to participate in the Chaldea test.

"Master, you clearly said you were not interested in Chaldea," Lizzie said.

Morpheus smiled and said, "If I say I'm interested in the current head of Animusphia, would you believe me?"

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to make such excuses." Lizzie said, tightening his tie, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and Morpheus just smiled and said nothing.

"You really don't want to change your clothes? You have more clothes that can show your status, and Chaldea also has their own clothes."

"Don't worry, I won't wear the clothes they give me. Besides, this set of clothes is not as simple as you see. They have been specially sanctified by me. They are all real magical spiritual clothes."

"It's magic, not magic, Master. No one can perform real magic now. Everyone is just a magician." Li Qi said with a sigh: "If you say this to the master, he will definitely say yours, Master."

After saying that, she started complaining again: "Besides, that kind of thing is usually called magic costume, not spiritual costume. It is very difficult to make. You can't just use ordinary clothing materials like this."

Morpheus still smiled without saying anything.

He was not lying. The clothes he was wearing were indeed spiritual clothes. They had indeed been sanctified. They possessed a power called magic and were engraved with numerous spells. If we were to talk about defense alone, the protection of this set of clothes would leave him unscathed even if he was thrown into the center of a nuclear bomb explosion.

As the heir of the Golden Dawn and the second-in-command of the Light of Dawn, he had prepared for so many years, so how could these things be weak?!

After all, the clothes he was wearing represented the existence of the "Temple".

Chapter 3 Chaldea

Snowflakes were flying in the sky, reminding Morpheus of his experience in the world of Toaru Majutsu no Index. In the process of dealing with various evil magic societies, he had been to many places, including Antarctica.