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Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 1.4m Views

Reincarnation:MultiversalClass-Chronicles of the Wandering Miracle ENG

Between the heartbeat of one universe and the next, a miracle was born from ashes. Shirou Emiya died in the Fuyuki fire. But in the precise instant between his last breath and absolute death, something took his place: a wandering soul from another world, a perfect vessel for a power that should never have existed. Now, bound to Arachne—a parasitic entity that feeds on the distortions of the multiverse—this new Shirou awakens in a body not entirely his own, his destiny rewritten. His magic is not that of swords, but of Miracle itself. A chaotic power that turns the impossible into the possible, guided by a system that is more companion than tool. Through her, he is connected to an impossible group chat with voices from other worlds: a mage-princess burdened by a kingdom, a girl shackled by paternal ghosts, a poor and useless goddess, an obsessive avenger, a genius cloaked in metal, and an idealistic telepath. Together, they will be the first line of defense against the cracks threatening the fate of world-bubbles. From the magical streets of Fuyuki to the most unfathomable abysses of foreign realms, his journey will be a quest not only for power, but for identity. For when the Fifth Holy Grail War begins, and legendary heroes walk once more, a question will resonate in the heart of the seething, cursed mud: Can a miracle, forged in tragedy and scarred by the flames of infinite hatred, find its place in a world—in infinite worlds—that never expected it?
Arthas_Pendragon · 91.6k Views

Fate/Disturbance

Reincarnated in the age of the legendary King Arthur, in the dangerous, unknown and hectic world of Fate no less, Aston knew not what drove him to join the King in his, no, her cause.. What had driven him to join her Round Table of Knights? Was it his inability to look away and think solely for himself? Was it the indescribable urge to do something about the unimaginable suffering of the common man? Was it lust for his king? Was it a desire for fame and glory? His ambitions? Aston had fought, killed, suffered, been betrayed, helped, saved, waged war and so much more.. To the point where he'd forgotten the naive him of the past, forgotten what he fought for and perhaps desperately clung to his loyalty to the Legendary King of Camelot. Even as others left, he did not.. Aston remained his king's loyal spear, up until his last breath, his weapon was used to do as his king willed even if he'd long realised it would end with his own death... Now, appearing in a modern age he'd all but forgotten, in a war against his own king, would he cling to the loyalties of a life ended or would he act upon his realisations and in doing so, abandon all he'd stood for? * * * A bit of clarification, this fic is NOT set in the age of King Arthur, it's about a young teenager who reincarnated there and acted on naive thoughts and went too deep to back out once that part of him died off.. The story is set in the 21st century, in the Fate/Stay Night world. * * * Obligatory; All rights go their respective owners, I own nothing except my OCs. And, don't translate or 'share' my stuff, much obliged.
Bleap · 3.2m Views