Lucan, of course, had a cheat.
Just recovering his transmigrator memories wasn't enough to be called an advantage. Sure, he remembered the existence of the Clock Tower, magus, and Mystic Codes from a certain fantasy universe once called Type-Moon in his previous life...
But knowledge alone didn't make you powerful in this world.
In a reality where mystery and magecraft ran deep — where diviners could glimpse fragments of fate — only a cheat-like system could truly be called an edge.
That was his.
And it was about to awaken.
That was why he always slept during lectures. Not because he was lazy — though he certainly looked it — but because he needed to conserve and focus his mind. Little by little, every nap stitched together the fragmented pieces of his cheat into something whole.
And today?
Today was the day it all came together.
Lucan felt it — a sharp sensation in his brain, like a switch being flipped.
But he didn't panic.
Instead, he waited until he was alone in his room.
———
It was late afternoon when he returned to his Clock Tower dormitory.
Outside the window, the twilight bathed the London skyline in gold. Shadows stretched across towering buildings like the curtain closing on a grand play. The last sunlight crept through the glass, spilling across his face.
Lucan yawned, stretched, and cracked his knuckles.
It's time.
He sat by the window and closed his eyes.
And then, it hit him.
A tidal wave of data crashed through his mind — not painful, but overwhelming. The fragments he had slowly been gathering finally took shape.
[Dream fragment reconstruction complete]
['Family Bloodline Simulator' successfully initialized]
[Dream AI generated]
[Simulation Sprite is ready to serve you, Master!]
A burst of light — not physical, but mental — flared in his consciousness.
Lucan smirked.
No jingle? No overly excited system mascot? Guess it's still booting up.
Even if the UI wasn't flashy, the contents couldn't be more valuable.
In a world ruled by bloodlines and inheritance... there's no greater power than crafting your own ancient family.
[This system will assist you in simulating a magus bloodline and forging a legendary family history.]
Lucan's eyes gleamed.
He understood exactly how powerful this was.
In the Moonlit World, power came from two things:
Magic Crests — condensed records of magical theory passed down through generations.
Magic Circuits — the magical potential written into one's very blood.
Without both, you were nothing.
Magic Crests were the engine of magecraft — tools to replicate ancient phenomena. Magic Circuits were the fuel — the source of magical energy that activated those engines.
Without fuel, the engine meant nothing.
Without an engine, fuel alone was useless.
That's why ancient families reigned supreme: they had both. Deep inheritance and powerful genetics.
But now, Lucan had a way to craft both for himself.
To simulate a family so old and powerful, its roots would appear to predate the Clock Tower itself.
If I can simulate my family history into the past... then I can make my bloodline as ancient and noble as I want it to be.
And if he could go far enough back — to a time when mystery was still abundant — he could even manipulate the foundation of modern magecraft.
A personal foundation... a legacy that can rival the great families and outlast them.
That was the system's true value.
Not just rewriting his lineage.
But using the past to strengthen his present.
Lucan grinned.
Let's test this thing.
"System, you real?"
[System verified. More real than pearls, more stable than dreams.]
[This simulation will connect your dreams to timelines across history. You will simulate bloodlines, forge magic crests, and create a legacy that shapes both past and future.]
Lucan chuckled.
Not a trashy system, huh? Alright then...
He looked once more toward the night sky outside.
The sun had vanished. The last glow of day slipped below the horizon. Moonlight pooled into his room like water, reflecting off the scattered mystic instruments around him.
The walls glimmered faintly, lined with barely-visible magical circuits and sigils carved into the stone.
This room — his dormitory — wasn't just a bedroom.
It was his workshop.
His home base as a magus.
This is the safest place I know. If I'm going to jump into a simulation, this is where I'll do it.
Just then, the system spoke again.
[Simulation confirmed.]
[Entering dream state.]
His vision darkened.
The real world faded.
———
[Simulation Start]
[Welcome to the realm of infinite possibilities.]
...
[Late 19th Century]
[Age 0: You are born in a rural village of the Tsardom of Russia. A famine strikes soon after your birth. With no means to survive, your parents abandon you in the woods. Fortunately, a young nun from a nearby monastery hears your cries and rescues you.]
[You are adopted by the church. The nuns name you "Lucan Leviste" — a name neither Russian nor Tsarist in origin.]
[You grow up in the monastery.]
[Age 1: You speak your first words — a line from the Bible: "God said..." The nuns are shocked and believe you are a divine blessing.]
[The next day, you tear a Bible apart. You get punished.]
[Age 3: You officially begin your education and quickly show remarkable intelligence. You master Russian literacy faster than expected.]
[You begin accompanying the nuns to bless the local villagers. They call you "Little Father."]
[Age 4: You discover a hidden chamber beneath the monastery. Inside are strange instruments and books filled with arcane knowledge.]
[You are caught by the head nun — the abbess. Instead of punishing you, she smiles and asks if you want to learn "true miracles."]
[She is a real magus. A heretic among the faithful. Moved by your curiosity, she takes you as her apprentice.]
[This year, you awaken 23 magic circuits. She calls you "a genius among commoners."]
[You begin learning real magecraft.]
[...]
[Age 15: The abbess passes away. Before she dies, she condenses her life's research into a Magic Crest and entrusts it to you.]
[You decline her position at the monastery and set off to travel across Russia. You gain knowledge and hone your craft.]
[Year 1912: The empire is crumbling. War, famine, and unrest plague the nation. You use your magic to ease people's pain and begin developing your own school of magecraft.]
[You are called "the Little Sage."]
[Your reputation reaches Tsar Nicholas II. He seeks someone to heal his sickly son, Alexei, who suffers from hemophilia.]
[Autumn, 1912: You are summoned to the royal palace in Moscow.]
[You are 17 years old.]
———
To be continued...
📘 [Translator's Note]
Original Title: "人在型月,创造魔术家族世系"
Author: 三分秋色 | Translator: Evol Cronus
This is an unofficial fan translation of a Chinese web novel. I do not own the rights to this work. If the original author or publisher wishes for this to be taken down, I will comply immediately.
Japanese honorifics and Type-Moon-specific terms (e.g., magus, Mystic Code) are intentionally retained to preserve setting authenticity.
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