I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

Author: Yi Ni Jun

Introduction:

Orange focuses on one-to-many + infinite flow (pay attention to the description, the Koukou space part...).

The first world, Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion, featuring Yoran x Euphemia and C.C. (completed)

Euphemia: The person I like... is Melsin, you know?

CC: This kind of rhythm... is really refreshing...

The second world, "Super Galaxy Legend," features the Flower of the Underworld (no CP). Hmph~ This is the Underworld! In this goddess's home turf, you mortal ants can only bow down and worship!

The third world, "Ultraman Zeta," is complete. Rose has no romantic partner, but this mecha is awesome! A golden statue has appeared; it's time to use Space Eleking to punish him!

The fourth world, *Onmyoji*, also known as *Love and Heian-kyo* (under construction), features Yuuko Narukami x the goddess. Watch as I, the eldest sister Narukami, use my creation of a nation to force Izanami to her knees, meow!

Miscellaneous Discussion Section: The power of cooking is unleashed!!

Actually, I don't have Ereshkigal (；；)

But I'm a player who plays both the Japanese and Chinese servers! Here's my level 100, level 310 Cosmic Ereshkigal!!

I hope that, given how devout I am, Ereshkigal will be able to pull her in the Chinese server's anniversary event next month.

I also wish everyone reading this a smooth shipping experience!

I got Ereshkigal with 150 gems in Chapter 1! Time to prepare for the battle against Senpai!!

July 31st Log: I used a summoning ticket and got a level 7 Water Ereshkigal. She's so good to me, and I love her deeply.

August 1st Log: I got two rare items from the Water Fairy Orchid Lucky Bag! This surprise made me decide to play FGO forever.

Miscellaneous Discussion Section: The third world's alternate identity has been unlocked.

This time, it's Rose from Elsword! See page two for related images.

Those who have played DNF might be familiar with her; Rose is the female gunner character from the DNF crossover with Elsword.

Although the character has four job branches, I personally prefer the Mechanic route the most.

The reason I decided to create this character was not only because I love it, but also because I hope that this game, which has been with me since junior high school, can be known by more people.

Character settings

Name: Rose

Age: 24

o Background story:

Although Rose had successfully created powerful weapons, she was always dissatisfied with their rough appearance. Driven by the desire to create beautiful weapons, she finally achieved a technological breakthrough in ultra-miniature El energy storage devices, thus creating machines that combined perfect aesthetics with superior performance.

Today, she has become a master mechanic capable of commanding an elegant yet powerful mechanical army and guiding the battlefield. It's worth mentioning that she affectionately refers to her machines as "children."

(It's really hard to find good fan art for less popular characters, so I'll just have to show you their in-game artwork for now. Elsword, you need to rise to the top!)

Chapter 2 An Encounter Beyond Fate (Part 1)

Here's the proof! Don't worry too much about combat power! I won't write any scenes where the protagonist gets defeated! Just enjoy reading! W

Smailo~Smailo~

On that day, the princess, who had unexpectedly ended up on Kameng Island, encountered a being from beyond her destiny.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, brushed against Euphemia's cheek, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The blinding sunlight made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes; through her fingers, she could only see the gray-blue sky and circling seabirds.

"Where...am I?"

She tried to prop herself up, but found her arms felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Her magnificent court dress was completely soaked with seawater, clinging to her body, every inch of fabric pulling her downwards.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to turn over, seawater dripping from her hair and leaving dark marks on the sand.

"Suzaku? Everyone? Is anyone there—"

Her voice sounded particularly faint on the empty coastline and was quickly swallowed up by the roar of the waves.

Euphemia struggled to sit up and looked around. As far as the eye could see, there was only the beach and the ocean, with the outline of a dark forest faintly visible in the distance.

"The attack of the battleship Avalon..." Fragments of memory gradually pieced together. Euphemia recalled the deafening explosion, the blinding flames, and the massive shockwave that followed.

She subconsciously touched her left arm, where there was a fresh abrasion with a thin scab already formed.

Euphemia took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. As a princess of Britannia, she had to maintain her elegance and rationality even in the most critical moments.

She began to check her belongings—the earpiece she used for communication was nowhere to be found, and even the communicator in her pocket had vanished.

"Damn it!" The rude word that came out of her mouth surprised even herself.

The pink-haired princess immediately covered her mouth, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one had heard her impolite words.

The sea breeze grew stronger, and the soaked dress clung to her body, bringing a chilling sensation. Euphemia shivered, realizing she had to rejoin the knights or the rescue team as soon as possible.

She tried to stand up, but her high heels sank deep into the soft sand, causing her to stumble and almost fall.

"This is simply..." She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind. She grabbed the heavy skirt with both hands and lifted it up high like a bundle of firewood, revealing her slender calves.

"If the etiquette teacher saw this..." Euphemia chuckled self-deprecatingly, imagining how horrified the old woman would be. But right now, survival was clearly more important than etiquette.

She walked slowly along the coastline, stopping every few steps to call out, "Is anyone there? I am Euphemia R. Britannia, the Third Princess of Britannia!"

But all she received in response was the monotonous sound of waves crashing on the shore. She walked for hundreds of meters along the beach, her throat dry and sore from calling out, but still received no reply and saw no one.

Euphemia stopped and looked towards the distant forest. Perhaps Suzaku had fallen into the woods?

The journey from the beach to the edge of the forest proved far more difficult than anticipated. Euphemia's high heels kept slipping on the uneven ground, forcing her to slow down and carefully choose her footing.

"Hold on...you must hold on..." she whispered to herself, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

The air in the forest was damp and stuffy, carrying the smell of earth and humus, but thankfully it wasn't so hot anymore. Euphemia thought to herself, already drenched in sweat.

She didn't know if she had reached the depths of the woods, but her legs, which were already weak, told her that she needed to find a place to rest.

Perhaps it was fate, but Euphemia saw what appeared to be a dark cave entrance in the distance, waiting for her to step inside.

It was a naturally formed cave, its entrance covered with vines. Exhausted, she walked towards the cave almost without hesitation, her steps heavy.

"At least I can sit down..." she muttered to herself, pushing aside the drooping vines.

The cave was more spacious and dry than she had imagined, and Euphemia felt her way forward along the rock wall. Suddenly, her foot kicked something, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

She crouched down and, in the dim light, identified it as an iron kettle, its surface covered in rust, clearly having been abandoned for many years.

"Has someone been here?" Euphemia's heart raced, filled with both anticipation and fear.

She continued to explore and found a few more pieces of charcoal and a piece of flint, but what concerned her even more was that something deep inside the cave seemed to be calling to her.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided to go further in. As she went deeper, strange carvings began to appear on the cave walls, like some kind of ancient runes.

Euphemia had never seen such writing before. It was twisted and eerie, as if silently telling some forbidden secret.

As she walked further in, she suddenly stopped. At the deepest part of the cave stood a stone altar.

The altar is round and covered in dust, but traces of its careful polishing can still be faintly seen.

Its edges are covered with the same runes as those on the rock face, while the center is recessed, forming a shallow groove filled with dark red stains, like dried blood.

Euphemia's breathing quickened involuntarily.

The moment her toes touched the stone slab in the center of the altar, a strange sensation spread from the soles of her feet upwards—cold, hot, and with an indescribable attraction, as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through her skin.

Euphemia's consciousness wavered for a moment, but her body continued to move forward uncontrollably, as if being pulled by some invisible force.

"This is……"

Before she could even think, the stone slab beneath her feet suddenly burst forth with a blinding blue light!

boom--!

Deep within the cave, where not even a breath of wind should have been able to penetrate, a violent current of air suddenly arose. Gravel, sand, and even fragments of ancient runes were all swept up by an invisible force and spun wildly in the air.

Euphemia's heavy skirt was lifted by the gale, and the layers of lace and silk looked like a huge net, almost dragging her down.

"Ouch!"

She staggered backward, but her high heels found no foothold on the smooth flagstones. She was about to fall backward—

"Tsk, this is quite different from what I expected."

A soft whisper, tinged with helplessness, echoed in the wind.

The next second, Euphemia's waist was firmly embraced by a strong arm. She instinctively reached out to grab something, but her fingertips only touched the cold metal mask.

It was a lake-blue mask covering the upper half of the face, with intricate circular patterns engraved on its surface, gleaming faintly in the dim cave.

"Excuse me for my rudeness, Your Highness."

The voice coming from behind the mask carried a hint of mockery. Euphemia could only see the other person's beautifully shaped jawline and slightly upturned thin lips.

But before she could speak, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her arm!

"hiss--!"

Euphemia gasped as she saw a strange, crimson rune on the inside of her snow-white arm, emitting a faint glow.

"This is?"

She looked blankly at the person who had saved her.

The other person chuckled softly, their voice carrying a hint of pleasure and certainty: "As expected, you are my Master~"

Euphemia then noticed the other person's attire—clad in light lake-blue armor, with long, flowing silver-white hair that shimmered like lake water. The knight's posture was upright and elegant, every movement exuding an innate nobility.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Euphemia still felt the burning pain of the contract mark on her arm, and she instinctively took a few steps back until her back was almost pressed against the cold stone wall.

Even though the other party saved her, and even though the voice under the mask sounded gentle and reliable, as a princess of Britannia who had received a court education since childhood, she was not a child who could be fooled with candy.

"Who exactly are you?" Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable wariness. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her skirt—a small habit she had when nervous.

The fairy knight seemed amused by her wary look, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Oops~ I completely forgot to introduce myself... It was my oversight."

She gracefully bowed in a perfect knightly salute, her lake-blue armor gleaming faintly in the dim cave. As she straightened up again, the silver mask covering her face began to slowly dissipate, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that drifted through the air like stardust.

"Servant, Lancer. Lancelot, the fairy knight, has been summoned."

As the mask completely disappeared, the face hailed as "the most beautiful fairy in the Fairy Kingdom" was finally revealed in its entirety to Euphemia—long, silvery-white hair flowing like moonlight, amber eyes like melting honey, deep and gentle. Her features were so exquisite they were almost ethereal, her skin so white it was almost transparent, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

What's most breathtaking is the way she looks at Euphemia—focused and affectionate, as if the girl before her is a treasure she has been searching for for a thousand years.

Let's get to know each other better?

Her voice was as soft as a breeze, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Euphemia froze. Her red lips parted slightly, her purple pupils widened slightly, and she stood frozen in place as if under a spell. Even having seen countless handsome men and beautiful women at royal balls, she had never witnessed such beauty that transcended human imagination. It was an almost bewitching attraction, making it impossible to look away.

The fairy knight seemed quite pleased with her reaction, his smile deepening. She wasn't in a hurry to urge him on, but simply stood there quietly, letting Euphemia's gaze linger on her face.

A brief silence fell over the cave, broken only by the soft echo of dripping water in the distance.

Chapter 3 An Encounter Beyond Fate (Part 2)

"Are you here, Princess Euphemia—"

The shouts coming from outside the cave grew closer, and the chaotic footsteps startled Euphemia from her reverie.