Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

“I transmigrated into the Nasuverse, gained the Root’s recognition, and discovered a singular truth: as long as I die an unnatural death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and claim mastery—becoming an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants.” “For this, I threw myself into courting death with reckless abandon across the Nasuverse.” “I publicly cursed Gilgamesh to his face, challenged the omnipotent Zeus in Greece, audaciously abducted Skadi in Northern Europe, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than a son of God, and in Britain… I foolishly sided with Morgan.” “And yet… why am I still alive?” 1994, Fuyuki. Rowe—the historically renowned figure, the third friend of the Oldest King, the First Grand Vizier of Mesopotamia, a favorite of the Greek gods, the King of Giants in Northern Europe, the divine hand that awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the Prince Consort’s aide in Camelot—sat atop Fuyuki Bridge. Though young in appearance, his eyes reflected the weight of countless lifetimes. He sighed, looking down at the people before him: “Tell me… where did it all go wrong?” “Why not just kill me and let me ascend to the Throne of Heroes? Please!” Kiritsugu Emiya inhaled his cigarette, his gaze flicking to Artoria raising her Holy Lance, to Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon as it opened, to the crimson spear extending from the Land of Shadows… and yet his hand trembled slightly. ******* Read the first 5 chapters for free on my Patreon! Characters concept art to be availed! Join now, for only $5 @Shunsuke161