I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

But that doesn't matter.

He would directly hijack global gaming platforms with his matrix, making it impossible to ban him.

"Creator, the task is complete. Do you wish to issue the update?"

"Wait, first make me an emblem with a desolate starry sky above, a dilapidated earth below, and a ray of light that looks like a campfire or a sun, as the logo of the manufacturing company."

Rother thought for a moment, combining elements from Dark Souls and Warhammer to come up with a Type-Moon-like symbol.

soon.

A game company has appeared on various platforms like a ghost.

Icon: A star soul in the darkness.

Company Name: Chaldea.

Developer: Merlin's Wonderful Cottage!

Production Team: Chaldea Midnight Quartet.

Director: Merlin, my dear brother!

Place of issue: Avalon!

Graphics: A virtual reality game of another world.

Language: All languages ​​(everyone can understand it, isn't magic amazing?)

Release date: Ta-da! It'll be in a month!

........

Tokyo.

"Wow, so arrogant!"

The headquarters of FULLDRIVE, Japan's largest gaming platform.

Narumi Taiga, the review manager with thinning hair, rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

In the blink of an eye.

This Chaldea game company passed the review right under his nose and even got the certification of the golden lightning bolt logo.

They even allocated the largest advertising space in their game's promotional video.

Wow, they've even included pop-up windows. Have we ever implemented this feature before?

Narumi Taiga's face turned green.

Hackers these days are getting way too arrogant, aren't they?

"Ban him! He's too arrogant! Ban his account, blacklist him for fifty years, no, a hundred years!"

next moment.

"Section Chief, we can't ban it! That account seems to be a ghost; we can't find it at all!!"

Volume 1: Chapter 17 The Battle of Heroes, The Great Sage Equal to Heaven!

"Can't seal it off? Then find a way to seal it off for me."

Narumi Daikawa was even angrier.

He'd been in this line of work for over twenty years, rising to the position of section chief, and he'd never seen anyone so arrogant.

Rother: So you saw him today.

soon.

"Section Chief, I think you should still take a look..."

The person below suddenly hesitated and said.

"What are you watching? This lousy propaganda video, I don't want to watch it..."

The play button was pressed.

The world is quiet.

Narumi Taiga's pupils contracted incredulously.

What the hell is this?! What the hell is this........

The opening scene is entirely dark.

Utter death, a darkness that seemed to freeze everything.

Then, with the crackling of the candle, a faint ray of light illuminated an old face.

His graying hair was disheveled, his sorrowful wrinkles were filled with the marks of time, and his withered body sat quietly on the dry bank, holding an old oil lamp.

The contrast with the dark background creates a powerful psychological impact.

The lonely lamp, with only a faint candle flame, burns silently and in solitude.

Millennia.

Thousands of years.

Every detail is so real; the vicissitudes of time have a tremendous impact that transcends the screen.

The opening scene, with its terrifying visual tension and impact so real it seemed to truly exist, left everyone speechless.

But the next moment...

They saw the lonely old man's graying hair sway slightly, his aged face slowly lifting, his eyes, which seemed to burn with flames on his withered body, looking out at the screen.

Make eye contact with them!

"...Do you want to change the future? Son of Man~~"

......

"what is this?"

Tokyo.

A detached house in a rather nice environment.

Veteran otaku Aki Tomoya stared wide-eyed, muttering incredulously.

This isn't game CG at all; it's more like a dialogue, a conversation between the future and the present.

And this is just the beginning...

As the desolate sound faded away, the camera began to pan upwards, and the scene gradually brightened.

"Qiang——!"

Amidst the clanging sound of metal colliding, an invisible shockwave spread out like a ring-shaped blade, cleaving the surrounding streetlights in two.

A terrifying storm erupted from the clash between the scarlet spear and the black and white twin blades, causing the surrounding buildings to rattle and rustle.

"Such agile skills...you are no ordinary person...just who are you?"

Then, he bounced back and landed lightly on the high-rise building. The blue-clad lancer, whose muscles resembled those of a cheetah, swept his magic gun and pointed it at the tall figure on the night street.

"...An unfamiliar hero."

"snort....."

opposite.

"Just a mere archer..."

The tall woman chuckled softly and took off the sunglasses that covered her light-colored eyes.

Her long, flowing hair, as unrestrained as cherry blossoms, and her slender legs encased in black leather pants that accentuated her straight and shapely curves, were complemented by a black cloak with red trim that fluttered in the night wind.

Bold and unrestrained, with an air of domineering confidence.

"However... I guessed your name: the famous Son of Light, son of King Danu Rugo, the demigod Cú Chulainn!!"

The moment the last word was uttered.

She slightly lowered her body, and the street suddenly unfolded, her figure vanishing abruptly amidst the flying debris and dust...

"Oh my, you actually guessed it? But Archer? Such outstanding skills, I really didn't expect that..."

On a high building.

The blue-clad spearman remained unmoved, shaking his head helplessly. But just as the black-and-red figure appeared above him on his right, wielding twin swords and slashing down, he suddenly raised his spear once.

A mythical, epic battle has once again erupted on these quiet streets.

Their swords tore through the sky, their feet shattered the earth; the clanging of their swords was like thunderbolts piercing the heavens, the roaring waves like raging storms engulfing the earth...

This is the Servant, the Heroic Soul known as the Boundary Recording Belt.

.......

"Heroic Spirits? That's an exaggeration!"

Tokyo.

Chiyoda Ward.

Thirteen-year-old Kirito looked on in disbelief at the epic battle that seemed to be fought by gods.

In just four short segments, more than five different classes of powerful Heroic Spirits appeared, each with its own advantages and weaknesses against other classes.

But without exception, they are all outrageously powerful.

"If I remember correctly, this is a virtual reality game, right? We're going to fight this thing?"

Kirito's voice even changed tone.

Is this something a human being would do?

Leaving aside their destructive power that can destroy buildings and tear the earth apart, and their speed that surpasses sound and is like a sharp sword cutting through the sky, their skills are simply unmatched.

He hasn't given up on kendo yet; as a kendo genius, he still has the ability to discern.

Each of those Servants possessed skills that far exceeded his comprehension.

Could it be that some incredibly wealthy patron searched the world for modern sword saints and great sword masters and entered their data?

too exaggerated.

.......

"This is amazing! A virtual reality game of this caliber! It's practically indistinguishable from reality! Damn it!"

At this moment, Ainz Ooal Gown Suzuki Satoru, who was still a high school student, didn't even bother to eat his bento, staring wide-eyed as the mythical battle gradually faded away.

The apocalyptic reality of the future slowly re-emerges.

The epic music finally began.

As the double bass melody plays, the horn's melody seems to echo the mournful weeping of a woman at the end of her road—empty, desolate, numb, and filled with a despairing sense of falling hope...

The dead world appeared in everyone's sight: withered earth like black and red steel, dried-up riverbeds, a gloomy sky, and endless turbid rain.

The atmosphere had long been torn apart, revealing a desolate starry sky. The stars had long since died out, and the remnants of planets were frozen in their orbits, like still corpses.

There's no need for further explanation; the overwhelming sense of impending doom has already rendered words inadequate.

at last.

The camera pans down again.

The dim, yellowish clouds exploded with flashes of lightning, the wind picked up, and the rain poured down as if the sky had been torn apart.

The wind instruments played like a gradually intensifying, frenzied howl, and the heavy drumbeats were like the booming of thunder, as if a force deep into the soul was about to be released.

The drumbeats grew more intense, and the playing became increasingly frantic.

One image after another kept appearing.

The behemoth writhed, the ground shook like a carpet, the earth collapsed, buildings collapsed, overpasses broke, and the bustling city was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye. A raging tsunami engulfed the city, meteorites fell from the sky, giant ships capsized, and volcanoes erupted!