Author's Note:

After reading the reviews I realized I needed to clear up 2 things.

I'll try cleaning the few chapters before. Also someone in the reviews did point out a glaring plot hole that i need to fix. I'll do that before posting this chapter.

I should clear up what the 'Dabbling into Reality Marble' stuff actually meant.

So,

Q1: "Dabbling into Reality Marbles"

This just meant that he was researching his inner world. He wrote down some notes in his workshop. This Shirou had a Kind-of Magus Drive. Listen, at the start of the series we were told that Shirou was persistent to learn magecraft from his father and even after his death, he still practised a lot, to the point that he would still make make-shift circuits. So, I just gave my Shirou some curiosity to find out more about his Reality Marble which involved meditation to delve into his Reality Marble. He wrote down some of the swords that existed within his Reality Marble. He wasn't doing something illegal as human-experimentation. He was trying to lower the cost of invocation of the marble should he need to use it again. Later these notes were found by …

A crash clown also pointed it out also pointed it out. 'Insanity' was the only requirement given to us. But I think that it's not the only requirement. There has to be something else. I don't know what it is. But i will try improvising with what i have. And still i have no idea how one actually manifest ala Reality Marble? Practice or Realization that one actually has one? Then how does one realize that they have a Reality Marble. Meditation and actually reaching the inner world from the inside? That's what I'm leaning on.

Q2: 'Heroes should not know who a college student is'

Well, Heroes can also be from the Modern Age like EMIYA (Even if he made a deal with the devil to get it). Case Resolved.

I think the mistakes I'm making is that i'm making Shirou more human. More like a normal Hero. Guess i'll try to fix up that a bit.

Thank you for your Reviews really do appreciate them.

Fate: Sword Hero

Chapter 3:

Damn my E- Ranked Luck

I had already sneaked out of the room. I had a lantern in hand, the light that guided my path towards knowledge. I was heading towards the Royal Library in the outskirts of the palace. I had seen it when I was out for a walk after dinner. I had decided to acquire more knowledge about this world the second I had entered. I hadn't met anyone trustworthy enough to ask about the situation of the world outside. So, upon seeing the library I was ecstatic. The chances that the Royal Library would provide fake or incorrect information would be close to nil. It was the best place I could conduct my Information Gathering. Also, upon the issue on how my magecraft would react in this World's System could be solved after I had some information on how this world's System actually worked. 'To walk the path of a magus, was to walk the path of death', a quote often used by father. I found it apt. Living the path of a magus meant you could be killed anytime from assassinations, Magic Crest Transplantation, or a spell gone awry. I needed to see how this world magic worked in order to know try figure the negative effects of the imposition of another magecraft from another System. With that in mind, I set for my goal.

I met a patrol guard on the way. He was quite surprised when he saw me and thought I was an intruder. He quickly apologized, though the apology was more of an incoherent mumbling in a nervous and scared tone. I told him to calm down and relax. After that I asked for directions to the Royal Library since the whole damn palace was a labyrinth and a half. The fact that I had found the library was my good luck at its finest. Literally. I didn't know why my luck had done so but I felt a bad omen. In a way my luck was probably taunting me. I did not know how but I did know I was going to find out soon and I was probably not going to like it.

I had reached the Royal Library. It was quite dusty looking but still had a sense of splendor, like the rest of the places in the palace. I slowly pushed the wooden door of the library. With a silent creek, it opened a whole new world for me to explore. The library was a bit dusty with cobwebs in the corner of the room. But still it had that air around when I visited the local library. I could smell the fresh paper, of the woody shelves, that smell I usually found in the antique shop when I visited. I could make out some magical smells. I had a weird perception of magical energy (Prana and Od). Many people could sense magical signatures perceived through their six senses. Yes, I did say six senses. People could detect energy through sight (often confused with Mystic Eyes, though that was not the case since most people who sensed Prana through sight had blurred vision and had to wear glasses), sound, touch, taste (weird but yes, I had seen this when an executor I worked with licked the ground to figure the location of a Dead Apostle that I was hunting), smell and thought. I had magic perception through the olfactory canals. I could smell the signatures of old tomes, that pleasant and Fougère scent, in the Library. Good. That was good, if I could get my hands on some, it would make my job much easier. As I entered, I gripped my Legendary Blade in my hand as a sort of identification should I need one.

I could see the thousands of books arranged neatly. Whoever the Librarian was certainly loved organisation. I was sure that the librarian would not be inside at this time of the hour. Slowly, I took a peek inside, using the door and the hazy environment as cover. Upon seeing none in sight, I walked with cautious steps through the centre of rows of bookshelves. I looked around in sheer amazement at the volume of books present here. There were books of leather, of silver and sometimes gold, scattered throughout the shelves. They far outnumbered the one at Fuyuki, no question. I resisted the urge to grab one out of the shelf immediately and start reading but I could not waste time reading the wrong kinds of books which I had no use for. Reading books was a hobby of mine. When I had nothing to do, I used to grab a book of fiction (mostly) from the shelf and spend hours on end until I finished the book completely in one sitting.

As I was walking by staring in a daze, I failed to notice a huge obstruction in my path and crashed right into it like an idiot. Guess I realized why Rin called me an idiot. As I was falling I noticed that I had crashed into a ladder. I also noticed that someone was on that ladder. And that he lost balance when I crashed into the ladder. And that he falling right my way. And….. Crap! He was falling straight on me. I did not know why my battle-honed instincts did not allow me to move away from the crash-site. I could dodge a sword that travelled faster Mach 10 (courtesy of Gilgamesh), but i could not dodge something that falling at about 4m/s (Since he was not that high, gravity could not accelerate him that much). Damn my E- Ranked luck. The man fell right on me. I swear I heard my bones crack with a comical crunch. At least this was a good opportunity to check whether Avalon still worked, Right? It felt as though I was trying to convince myself. As I was wallowing in self-despair on how bad my luck was I heard the man on top of me say.

"Damn sonny-boy, could it hurt to be a bit more careful"

I looked up towards the voice. It was the voice of an old man. He had a long beard, the longest one I had seen in my life. He had grey eyes and white hair. He looked like the typical old man that was really wise but only spoke in riddles. Ok, maybe that was mean but he did project that same feeling. But that did not matter, what did matter was that the old man was still on my back, scrunching by bones to grounded pepper. I slowly voiced these opinions.

"Could you please get off my back? Please?"

He quickly realized what situation he was in and got off me. The he realized who he was on and gasped.

"Oh! Sword Hero. I did not recognise you from up there. Here let me help you up" he pulled me on my feet and apologised. Man it just wasn't my day was it? First I get mistaken for an intruder and pounced upon and now this. I observed the man in an awkward silence. The silence that was completely foreign in a library, even though in all you could hear was silence. Even if you could not hear silence. At that very moment I felt a weird sense of Deja-vu when I said that even if I had not a single clue as to why.

In Another Universe

"People die when the are killed", once said a wise man atop a hill once said.

In Another Universe

"Just because you're correct that does not mean you are right", said a young man fighting a parallel of himself in a world that was not his yet at the same time was his.

Wait.

What?

Back In Our Current Reality,

"Why are you here, Sword Hero", I heard the old man. He scrutinising looked into my eyes. My radiant amber stared into his dim grey. After a few seconds I replied.

"I would like some books about how magic works in this world"

"Ah, so you want to know how the magic of our world works. Magic of our world is very fascinating. I could go one and on about how the magic of our world works. Well I have just the for that."

The old man then went over to the shelf on his left and pulled out a thick book with a leather cover and gold linings on its edges. It had a royal blue bookmark sticking out of it. It was mostly an ordinary looking book. The title was written in bold letters of gold, at a slightly higher elevation than the rest of the cover. I attempted to read the title but my eyes failed me for a second, or so I thought. What? Why I could not read the title? I then proceeded to wipe my eyes and squinted them for precision, to try and read the title. What the hell? Why did this looked like gibberish? Was this Egyptian Poetry? Then I with all my dumbfoundedness, asked one question.

"Why can I not read the title of this book."

"What… you can't read the title, it clearly says "Magic for Scrubs". I may be old and my eyes growing weak but even I can see the title clearly."

Then he seemed to pause and think for a second. He immediately realized something and spoke,

"Wait, the Legendary Weapons only translate speech and give spoken knowledge to their wielders. Maybe that is why you can't read."

What? Only spoken language. The Holy Grail provided for both spoken and written language, so why did the Legendary Weapons not do so too? I blanked for a second. The realization seemed to hit me like the truck that hit Itsuki (Ok, That was mean. But there only for the banter). It made my heart stop its rapid beating with a sharp sting. I internally screamed in anguish. Curse you E- Ranked Luck.

Well at least I didn't die in every corner of the road, unlike Lancer (Ooooooh, Shots Fired).

"Well I could teach you our language if you want to learn" asked the old librarian. My literal Merlin in the dark ages. Ok, maybe I did not want a Merlin for myself, if all the Dream Cycles were to be believed.

Next Morning,

This really wasn't my day, again, was it? It was a new day and his E- Ranked Luck was back at it again. First, upon learning could not read or write was a tragedy in itself. Upon learning that his teacher was a grammar nut was even worse. I had been grinded to a pulp when I got grammar rules wrong. Though thankfully the spoken knowledge of this world and me having the experience of learning new languages during my travels helped my case in learning how to read and write. It was almost nostalgic to me and made me reminisce past memories, of my school days. Then again, the days of my highschool were something I could never forget. It had been a new beginning for me. Up until the Holy Grail War, I was like a lifeless puppet who wanted to help others but was unable to do so efficiently. I was blind during that time but after the Grail War, I was revitalised. A part of me that I thought was dead was revived. My Humanity. I would still be far from a human but it still helped me realise what I had lost.

Then on the subject of 'magic' in this world. Magic was mostly divided into 3 categories, which were Ritual Magic, Covenant Magic and Dragon Pulse Order. Ritual Magic was basically magecraft. It revolves around a person's Origin and Element like his world but what was different was that instead of invoking it through the use of Arias and Self-Hypnosis into believing one's Mystery was real, this world used 'Divine Magic Letters' as a medium of invocation. It was like the magic of Bravestar and I had been able to learn the basics quite easily. Though basics here included only theoretical knowledge and not practical since he was still unable to invoke a 'spell'. I did understand the System of this world quite well though. This also brought a question to my mind. Was the 'Age of Gods' still active? It was thought to ponder for later.

Then the other two magic, Covenant and Dragon Pulse Order. Covenant Magic was that's performed by a group of individuals collaborating through chanting to create a powerful, typically large scale magic. The output directly correlates to the amount of magical energy. It was basically how rituals in his world works. They involved more than one person supplying magical energy to cast High-Tier Magecraft. Technically, the Holy Grail was High-Tier magecraft that was something akin to Covenant magic but involved siphoning off Ley-lines as supply sources instead of people actively inputting power. This was a cheat-code my world had discovered, since Mana was much more in Quantity and Purity under Gaia's Ley-lines. Dragon Pulse Order was the third magic. There wasn't much information on it and neither did it exist in Bravestar.

I had learned most of this at night. I was used to working overnight and did not feel the need to sleep, mostly. I had also determined that my magic would not cause too many side effects under this world's System. I hadn't been able to test it though. I was going to that this morning but I got an attendant call me in for an audience with the king. The attendant also gave me a sheath. I had specifically requested a plain sheath for my sword inorder to carry it. I knew that the sword would never lose its edge even without a sheath, but I still requested it to provide cover, so people would not immediately recognise me as a Legendary Hero. I sheathed my Legendary Sword and started walking towards the throne room.

"Welcome, Heroes"

Inside the audience chamber, twelve men and women dressed in exotic armour and other battle gear had been gathered. So, these were the help we had been told about in the banquet. In terms of levels, they were weaker than some of the guards that protected the castle. I wanted to head off alone because the mindset of an adventurer was akin to one of a mercenary. I had decided in the banquet itself that I would refuse their help because there was no reason I could trust them even if they were hand-picked by the emperor

"As promised, we have gathered companions to follow you on your journey. They are all eager to make your acquaintance."

"Excuse me your highness, I would like to make a request"

The king looked intrigued by my sudden interruption. He looked at me in the eye, curious as to what my next words would be. I took this as a cue to continue speaking further and followed,

"I request to journey alone."

My words had completely shocked the king. I could see, for a brief second, his royal persona crack. He clearly hadn't been expecting it neither did anyone else in the chamber. The other Heroes stared at me, as if I were insane, the ministers in the court had been left shell-shocked and the adventurers in the room looked astonished, never expecting someone to refuse help. There was a ghostly silence that followed my declaration, I could hear nothing, not even the fluttering of banners nor the clanking of metal. The king was the first to recover and quickly asked,

"Why do you request such a thing?"

I had already prepared an answer for such a question and spoke,

"I feel as though I would be able to work most efficiently if I were to work alone."

"Is that so?"

The king then fell to the silence. He was considering my words and was preparing an appropriate answer. After a few moments he spoke,

"I, as a king, am supposed to honour your request but the condition of our world is so perilous that should I oblige your request, I would be risking the fate of my entire kingdom."

There was nothing else I could do. I was in a much weaker position than the king. I was one of only 4 people who had a chance in saving his world. I was too valuable of an asset to lose. I still could not accept such an outcome but I suppose there were worse things that could happen and it was probably for the best. Just as I was about to give up hope and call off my request, I heard.

"Therefore, I have decided to do one thing in order to fulfill my duty as a king of my kingdom as well as a king who treats all guest above myself. I propose an offer to you. I would like you to duel one of the adventurers present here. Should you win, I shall give you the permission to journey alone but should you lose, you shall have to accept help. Are these terms fair to you, Sword Hero"

I thought about the offer. The odds were not in my favour. Most of the adventurers here were around level 8 to level 12. I was only level one. They were about 8 to 12 times 'stronger' than me. I did not know how physical ability translated to stats in the status magic but I had to take my chances. I had fought several beings way stronger than me, exponentially stronger. A few adventurers were nothing. I quickly nodded in agreement.

"Very well. I ask one of the adventurers to step forward"

One adventurer stepped forward. He held an ordinary looking spear in hand wearing chainmail as armour. He was level 12. Damn, could I not have gotten one of the weaker leveled ones. And the fact that I could not use magecraft unless I risk blowing everyone to smithereens. The odds were never in my favour, but sometimes you had to play risky to reap reward.

"Now I shall be the judge of this duel. There shall be no mortal blows. When one of the contestants is unable to fight, the duel shall be over. I request both participants to arm themselves and get ready"

We both got into position. I stared into my opponents eyes. They were filled with confidence. I could see his ambition. Should he beat me, he would be able to brag that he had defeated a 'Legendary Hero', even if I was not that strong. His spear was safely within his grasp, pointing at me. He did not have a proper battle stance and was more crude when compared to another Lancer, who once had stabbed me in the heart. At that moment, my battle instincts took control of my body, I knew what to do next.

"The duel shall begin on the count of three."

My eyes steeled themselves as I stared at my opponent searching for even the tensing of a muscle. He was relaxed. Unlike Assassin of the Grail War, he held no ferocity of a tiger on a hunt, ready to strike at any opening that presented itself. That would be his mistake, the fact that he was underestimating me.

"1"

My muscles tensed. I unsheathed my sword. The Legendary Sword in my hand shone with a dim golden light as it was removed from its cover. I was ready to pounce in a heartbeat. In complete contrast to me, my opponent was still relaxed, showing not a single change in stance. The hind-side of his spear was still on the ground. He loosened his muscles and looked at me.

"2"

He had an arrogant smirk of his face. His spear was slowly lifted off the ground. He proceeded to point it at me, a clear declaration of a challenge. I was never one to say no to a challenge. My eyes burned with fire. I had to win this duel. There was no question of losing, even if I was completely outclassed in terms of level, in terms of gear (I hadn't changed into my combat suit), and in terms of the weapon I held. But, I knew one thing. He was underestimating me, That would be my biggest advantage, without a doubt. The Legendary Sword in my hand started glowing with more intensity. I gripped its handle tightly and lowered myself into my stance. It was a stance developed by Archer, one that used to combat against opponents that were far stronger than him. It relied on false openings to lure opponents into a false sense of security and then relied on a heavy counter-attack when the opponent was close. It was a suicidal strategy, but far too effective to ignore. That was the reason I opted to use this strategy now, since my opponent was cocky enough to fall for the falso openings. Archer was very natural at presenting the openings, It looked so genuine that none could ever fathom it was a trap. Mine on the other hand were obvious when you got the hang of fighting against me. I did not have the millennia long combat experience to refine it to Archer's level, so I mixed various combat styles from the countless swords I had seen into an amalgamation of a style that I could call my own. It worked far better on dual swords but since I could not use projection, I had to make due with what I had, the Legendary Sword. I decided to use Saber's style combined with Archer's. Saber's style relied on quick, piercing and precise blows at the guard of an opponent, causing them to lose focus and disorient them and finishing off with powerful consecutive blows. Though both styles were fundamentally different from one and other, one relied on deception and the other relied on the user's own agility, instinct and strength, I was able to combine them into one form that was closely attuned to a European Two-Handed Broad Sword, like the one in my grasp. Upon deciding my plan of action, I was ready to burst into attack on command, all I needed was the next count, and which I got the very next moment.

"3. Begin the Duel"

I burst forward in a rush of adrenaline, closing the distance between me and the opponent in a matter of seconds. My opponent had clearly not expected that level of initiative and hastily brought his spear horizontally to block. Sword met Spear in a flurry of sparks. I managed to push him back quite a lot considering his superior strength. He slowly started recovering from my initial strike, regaining balance. But I could not lose this chance to attack while his guard was down. With a reignited spirit, I struck my opponent with the most strength I could garner. My slashes tried striking at every opening they could find, but all of them were blocked.

Horizontal Slash.

Diagonal Slash.

Block against Sweep.

Counter with Thrust.

Dodge Thrust near the Liver with a Sidestep

Disorient with Vertical Strike at the Spear

Stab at the Neck

On my continuous assault, my opponent finally realized his mistake. He wasn't fighting some newbie swordsman, he was against a seasoned veteran of combat who had experience in handling a sword. He frantically tried creating some distance between me and himself. I could not allow that. I had to manipulate the flaw in a spear's design inorder to stand a chance at victory. Spears were thrusting weapons designed for hit-and-run tactics. They were nearly useless at slashing range as they were piercing weapons with pointed edges. Master Spearsmen like Cú Chulainn had realized this and always tried creating distance between their opponents. In the first fight I had seen, the one between Saber and Lancer, Lancer never had failed to apply this. He always retreated when things got worse for him. He was a hypocrite when he said that he hated retreating, though that was his weapons fault, not his. With all that I had learned from that one brief fight of legends, I had become more skilled than even people who had experience of years on end. My opponent tried blocking against my flurry of attacks and successfully fended it momentarily, allowing him to make distance between us. He leaped back but I was able to get in a final stab, which grazed passed his neck, drawing blood.

I had drawn First Blood. The adventurer lightly touched the wound at his neck, smearing his finger with blood. He rubbed the blood between his two fingers, then he looked at me and smiled. He shook his head slowly, then he charged at me with admiration in his eyes and a renewed vigour. I braced for the incoming onslaught in a defence.

Meanwhile, the king looked with the duel with a keen eye. He had not seen such a fire since the days of his youth as the Staff Hero. These were the fires of youth, the ones that believed that they could conquer the world in a blazing inferno. They were the eyes akin his during his prime, the eyes that said to the world, 'I challenge you world, So throw the worst at me'. The Sword Hero was definitely an enigma. He was certainly more skilled than the adventurer that he could make out. His eyes were of Steel. Forged and tempered with each strike on the battle-field. They were the eyes of a man who had seen razed battlefields. One who was honed from experience at not by talent. The king glanced at him, He had definitely earned the title of the Legendary Hero.

I was in a bad position. My opponent had finally stopped underestimating me and started utilizing his raw strength as an advantage. Though he did not have much skill. He had wasted movements, imperfect strikes and accuracy issues. He did not move much which was a fatal flaw since he would be much easier for me to pick off. His spear swipes were too wide and were slowed by air resistance. He, on several occasions, had missed me by inches on end when thrusting. He had forgotten to take into account my speed when going for strikes. So, in terms of total analysis, we were on equal terms though it did seem my speed and agility along with power had been reduced significantly probably due to me being reset to level 1. That meant I had been of a higher level before I was brought to this world. This was a thought I could not compute right now since I was busy blocking the continuous assault of the adventurer. I was unable to get close to the adventurer as he was using his superior strength to keep me at bay and stopping me from getting decisive strikes though he was unable to scratch me. I realized that this was going to end in stalemate and decided to change strategy.

I leaped back with exhaustion evident from my face. I did not know why such a small exchange was sapping at my stamina so quickly but it was probably due to the nerf I had experienced. I changed my form and held my sword diagonally at my chest. The adventurer saw this as an opportunity to strike and sped forwards. He quickly thrust his spear at my heart but I deflected it with a clean but wide blow. He quickly recovered and noticed I was not defending my left hand side with my sword. Noticing this opportunity, he tried slashing at me from the left hand-side. I quickly defended by grabbing his polearm at its shaft using my left hand. This was another flaw with polearms like spears, once you got a hold of your opponent's weapon, with a good grip, you could easily disarm them regardless of strength with expert-maneuvers. There were obviously anti-grip maneuvers performed by spearsmen to combat this weakness but only people who truly understood the flaw knew how to do it. With my right hand, I uppercutted the spear with my sword with a precise blow, loosening my grip over it. The spear flew right out of his hand and was embedded shaft deep into the ground. My sword quickly found its way to the Adventurer's neck. And thus the duel was a done deal.

"Winner of this duel is the Sword Hero, Emiya Shirou."

The silence in the room continued. I had just beaten an adventurer 12 times my level. I could see everyone's reactions. Astonished to the core. But before I think anything else, I received a notification from my Legendary Sword. This was the first time I had received something directly from my sword. I knew this because ?, I just knew. It was more instinctual.

You have received 387 experience for defeating an enemy 10 levels above your own.

Level Up to Level 2

Level Up to Level 3

Level Up to Level 4

Dueling System Unlocked

Unlock Criterion Met:

Obtain Victory in an Unofficial Duel.

I had just leveled up to level 4. Leveling in Bravestar required lots of grinding especially late-game. Early on, it was easy but later on you would need to sometimes need to solo Wave Bosses to get satisfactory EXP in one swoop. He knew this because he had done this once, though it did require a lot of effort, time and death to understand the bosses pattern. The last one, I was not looking forward to it. I knew there were no second chances in any world. None. Probably. But I wasn't leaving that to my luck considering how horrible it was. I was snapped back to reality when I heard,

"As per the proposal, you may venture forth alone on the path of a Hero if you deem it correct. You may rest in the guest room for now."

I was so exhausted because I had been reset to Level 1 and my Stamina value had gone down. I did not know how it was possible but I guess it was due to my inclusion under this world's System. As I was escorted to a guest room to lay down and recover myself from the fight, I heard,

"Now future Heroes…."

I felt rejuvenated after that nap. The overnighter combined with the duel must have sapped a lot out of me. I napped for an hour before an attendant came in. He had informed me that the other Heroes had left for their respective journey's. He then proceeded to hand me a bag filled with a thousand Silver coins, an amount that made my jaw drop. I knew 1000 silver coins were equal to about 10 gold coins. Players in Bravestar only started with 100 silver coins. I wasn't going to refuse money when I seriously needed it even if I had to swallow my pride inorder to do so.

I felt the palace for my next destination. Any secluded area to conduct experiment with my magecraft but to do so I would need some tools. So, I set out for the marketplace. My sheathed sword in my belt, I walked towards the marketplace with the directions I was given.

As I walked through the marketplace, I was mystified with my surroundings. Wooden sign boards hung over stone streets and storefronts, and delicious smells wafted through the air. The whiff of freshly cooked stew, the fascinating aroma of magical scents and the smell of sweat and grime that reeked off the passersby going along their routine. It made me think of the days back at home, the sale days. Ah! The good old days when smelly men and women from all corners of the street came out, smashing the living hell out of me using their sweaty bodies. But it was worth the extra discount. If there was a sale going on here then I would exploit the living dreams out of it.

First things first, I needed basic safety equipment along with camping equipment. I also needed rations for the journey too. I headed to a general suppliers to get some equipment like a huge bag. Then I headed to specialized Hiking Shop to grab some strong ropes, compasses and other hiking instruments. I then went into a potion shop. It was quite amazing to see the sophisticated glass apparatuses like the ones in Rin's Workshop. I grabbed a few potions that accelerated healing and a few that buffed up the strength and agility of the user. I intended to find out the effects of the potions and possibly acquire some knowledge in brewing them if possible. Potion-Making was a field that did not rely on a person's origin which was extremely handy for someone like me who had an odd origin and element to begin with. I then proceeded to grab fresh rations that usually lasted years. Apparently the grocer used a spell on it that delayed decay and rotting which was really handy. Everything I bought was really cheap and the most expensive things I bought were the bag and the equipment to a total of 32 Silver from my money stack.

I was set for my adventure, all I needed to find was a secluded place. The most secluded place I was going to find was probably going to be deep inside the forest that lay beyond the outskirts of the city. With a destination in my head and a map in hand, I set out.

I had ventured deep into the forest and after some time of searching for a good spot, I finally found one. It was shrouded in dense undergrowth and vegetation and had a hole in the dense canopy to allow penetration of sunlight. It was deep into the jungle and I had to mark my way into uncharted territory inorder to have a way back to the city. My marks only included slashes on barks of trees in a specific pattern. The pattern could always be mistaken for claw marks of monster so it would not be likely that someone follow me into the woods. Speaking of monsters, I had run into several monsters on the way. Most were low level and weak, taking one slash to kill them. Some noteworthy ones were the Dire Wolves, who took two clean slashes to kill. Then there was Alpha Wolf, a sort-of miniboss that appeared after he killed about 10 Dire wolves, but it too was pathetically weak even if it was intimidating. Though it did give me enough Exp to level to level 5.

I geared myself for the experiments and summoned my combat-suit with a mental command. I hung an escape rope on my belt, an escape measure should an explosion hole up an opening to a ravine. I was speaking from experience, so I knew that. My Legendary Sword came in contact with the rope and quickly absorbed it. I was flabbergasted at this development as I got a notification.

[Grappling-Sword Acquired]

This was interesting. I looked at the description of what I had just obtained.

[Grappling-Sword]

Attack Damage: 2

Equip Bonus:

Agi +1

[Grappling Hook]: Shoot out a grappling hook from the tip of the sword that latches onto the target or object, binding it with a weak rope.

This was an enlightening development. Though I was quite knowledgeable in this world, I did not know much about the Legendary Hero Classes. This was because in Bravestar, classes were randomly assigned in Gacha at the beginning of the game. I of course had gotten a common class. Legendary Hero classes were the most powerful and rare classes and in the know information of Bravestar, only 4 people had ever gotten the classes. 2 got the Spear Hero class, 1 got the Bow Hero Class and the last got the Sword Hero class. None had gotten the Shield Hero class in my world. The fact that I had now gotten was phenomenal considering my abysmal luck. I had no knowledge about the weapon as a whole so this was a learning experience for me.

It looked like the Legendary Sword could absorb materials or objects and construct itself into the sword corresponding to said material. I activated the Grappling Sword and pointed at a branch with it. Upon a mental command, a rope with a hook materialized itself and shot towards the tree. The rope winded it self on the tree in a tight knot. Huh, Neat. But I had to do something before testing this sword. I dematerialized the rope and held the sword in my hands. I was first going to test bounded fields. But I first had to construct one. This was going to take a long time

One Eternity Later,

What Rin said, about me being better at breaking bounded fields than making them was extremely correct considering my situation. It took quite some time considering my ineptitude at them. This wasn't entirely my fault because the sun had changed it position and the hole in the canopy was basically useless. This made my job much harder. At least up till now nothing had exploded. After checking if there were any holes left in the bounded field, It was time to supply it with prana. 3. 2. 1.

Huh, nothing exploded. I had already expected my first experiment to be a failure but instead I saw a glistening dome that covered an area of 300 metres. I slowly and steadily entered the dome. It allowed me inside. It was simple detection field and a more complex anti-explosive field meshed into one.

Layering. Layering was in theory, a very simple concept but in practical, it was a different story. Layering involved super-positioning several bounded fields into one field. It required a lot of concentration and intricate bounded fields that would fit perfectly into each other. It was like making a puzzle and making the weird protrusions was like the binding between several bounded fields. Here was a simple detection bounded field grafted onto a more complex anti-explosion field that involved rune-magecraft. This was how I was able to test the potency of both Runes and Bounded Fields. But there was one thing I felt, rather the absence of one thing.

Gaia.

Gaia did not exist in this world. I felt no resistance when making the bounded field or when drawing the runes. This could only mean that Gaia did not exist. There was also the fact that this world's System did not impose any resistance on magecraft or that I was somehow exempted from the corrective influence of this world

Projection was the branch of magecraft that suffered the most under Gaia's influence. It was this very reason that made it unpopular. If Gaia did not exist then projections would never fade away. That meant any noble phantasms I make would be mine to keep and they would be infinitely closer to the originals since Gaia was no longer punching holes into it. My heart swelled up with joy. Though projection and Tracing were only tools for my goal of saving everyone, One small part of me wanted to perfect my craft and that I got this very moment. Throwing caution out the window, I quickly traced Kanshou and Bakuya. They appeared before me in a flash of light and fell to the ground with a metallic klink.

There was something fundamentally different about them at this moment. They felt real. They were created with a purpose of reaching the realm of Heaven. To reach the pinnacle of human creation, to reach beyond that. They were created with exquisite craftsmanship not for war or peace, not be used as weapons but to exist amongst the greatest. It was always hollow since it had no other purpose than existing. Here, it was still the same. They were still as prideless as they were in His hands. Even when I held them with purpose, they still were hollow from the inside. But here, there was something to it. I could not pinpoint as to what was different but something was different. I could only find that out after using them, so I reached out to grab them but-

ZAAAAAPPPPP

I felt a surge of electricity run through my veins, through my blood, through my whole body. I quickly dropped the twin swords. Then I looked forward to the text-box that appeared in front of me.

Legendary Weapon Rule Violation: Contact With Unauthorized Weapon.

A Hero can't fight with anything other than the Legendary Weapon in his possession.

I stared blankly at the text. Was this the Class Restriction of Legendary Hero Class? Of Course it was. Why Would it be? My luck was taunting me again. It gave me a chance to reach perfection yet it cruelly snatched it away from me in the last moment. This was Great. Fantastic. Everything in my Reality Marble was useless. The swords in them were now akin to Gems on precious jewelry, too precious to be used. Only meant to be observed but never used. They were waiting but now they were just gems on a hill of fire and steel. I let out a self-depreciating chuckle. It was just like my luck. It dangled perfection only to take it away the last second. Perfect. I felt that I was becoming Archer every second now. But there was nothing I could do about it. He was me and I was him. With a heavy sigh, I was about to head to bed and call it a day. It was already night and the chances of me reaching the city again before sunrise were zilch.

As I was about to leave, I saw a faint glow emerge from my Legendary Sword. Curiously, I concentrated at the weapon. Then it glowed with brighter intensity. I saw a white light cover the weapon. Slowly, the weapon started to change shape. I saw it split into two twin swords. They started to take shape of the Heavenly Duo. Upon taking shape, they started to fill with colour. A few moments later they were Perfect Copies of the copies I created. A window popped up.

Weapon Copy:

An innate ability of Legendary Weapons that allow them to form themselves into perfect copies of any weapons observed of the same weapons type

Kanshou and Bakuya: Gān Jiàng and Mò Yé.

Created by Gan Jiang, a master blacksmith of the Spring and Autumn period of China. They were weapons said to have been formed from Human Sacrifice, from the sacrifice of Gan Jiang's Wife, Mo Ye. they were created without purpose. They were created for the purpose of reaching the Heavens, but failed to do so. Now, without purpose, they have become heavy yet hollow. They now exist as the pinnacle of mankind's impudence at reaching the distant stars that were never meant to be.

Attack Damage: 750

Equip Bonus:

Increases Magic Resistance by one stage. With proper gear, able to resist and nullify low to mid tier magic (Faust and Tzuvait).

Weapon Ability:

Natural Attraction:

Should one pair of the sword be lost or thrown and the other in hand, then the sword will always return to its wielder.

Level Restriction:

Level 99

Ok, that was a lot to digest. The level restriction was insane, Level 99. They failed to reach the height of Divine Constructs, so is that why their restriction was Level 99. They were so close to reaching the height yet failed to do so.

Weapon Copy formed perfect copies? Was this the True power of Legendary Weapons? I could probably learn something from these. Now would this work with other weapons. There was a lot to ponder. Maybe this situation was salvageable in some form.

Next Morning,

Was it morning already? I had been up all night trying various weapons and copying them onto my Legendary Sword. Most of the stronger swords in my arsenal required me to be above level 150, which did not sound pretty. There was also the Sword Skill function which had separate energy called SP. SP was like the stored energy inside the Legendary Weapons. It replenishes automatically like magic circuits. It allows for skills, ones obtained from unlocking things? Like the one I unlocked for copying a hundred blades. Though I did not have enough SP to unleash it even once due to my low level, which was unfortunate. I had killed a lot of monsters through the night and obtained a ton of materials from them. The Legendary Weapons had a handy function that served as an inventory that allowed for storage. It was extremely handy.

I had mostly packed up and took down my bounded field. I had two options from here on out. One, I could head back to the city or two continue on forward from the jungle itself. I decided to choose the latter option because I literally had nothing else left to complete in the city. There was the option of making a waypoint in the Dragon Hourglass, I did not know how way-pointing would work in reality, so there was no point in wasting time to back-track all the way. In the cover of the trees and a compass in hand, I headed northwards.

After about three hours of walking and slaying, I had finally exited the forest. I had reached a crossroads of three paths, one that continued northwards. One that went eastward and the other westward. I did not know where to go exactly. The map in my hand showed that there were mountains in the North, and that was it. The map was very vague since this world had no proper map-making techniques like the ones the Arabs invented in my world. There was only one way to decide where to proceed onward. I looked forward and then proceeded to place my legendary weapon on its tip. I slowly let go of. It balanced on its tip for a few moments, looking as though it was deciding where to head. Then it fell with a loud klang. It fell eastward. I picked up my sword and started walking eastwards. I had no idea of what was to come but a sense of adventure filled my heart as walked into the land of the unknown.

Omake:

7 Ways to Die with Lancer.

Self-Suicide (Is it really called suicide if your ordered to?)

"Lancer, I order you with this Command Spell, Kill Yourself"

"Damn you Kotomine."

Lancer picks up his spear and stabbed himself in the heart.

Then in a moment of pure epic proportions, Lancer removes the spear from his heart and stabs Kotomine Kirei Vigorously. Kirei falls back in shock

"How?"

"Battle continuation, Dog (He wanted to say another word but due to the powers of Author-kun was prevented from doing so)."

2) Run over by Berker-CAR

Lancer was walking down the road. He had fishing rods in his left hand and a basket full of fish in his right. He had just come from the river with a great catch for the day. Today, he was going to feast. Then he saw a humongous car of ash black in front of him. That was all he saw.

Illya swore she heard a scream. She had to make sure that someone had not gotten hurt else she would heal them with her Magical-Girl Powers. She slowly (read: Inhumanely Fast) backed up. Then she heard another cream from the front so she drove forward. Then she heard it at the back. This continued for a few minutes until the screams stopped. Thus, she decided it was nothing and went away.

And Thus the Legacy of Horrible Driving lived on.

3) Caster's Misspent Potions in the Beer Cabinet.

"Damn, today was tiring as heck. I need a drink" said one Lancer tiredly.

He went over to the beer cabinet and saw some fancy bottle with drinks in them. He picked one up and observed the bottle from all angles. He slowly uncorked it and sniffed it. Hey, that didn't smell so bad. Shrugging, he drank it.

Then he died instantly. His body fell over, breathless. Thus, this world had lost another brave soul.

Caster was looking for her potions. They were unfinished and were meant for her Masterrrrrrrrr (The way that word was said as though there was something fishy going on, Not PG rated, so not mentioning it, said the Author-kun). She had found the cabinet where she hid them. She grabbed them and went away.

She hadn't noticed that she had just walked over Lancer's dead body.

And thus became the Life/Death of another Lancer, Forever meant to be used as a doormat.

To Be Continued…

Author's Note:

Took a while due to IRL trouble. I finally set up writing schedule and should be able to pump out more chapters. If i don't procrastinate.