Third Person PoV
In a cluttered, dark apartment lacking natural sunlight, the only lighting feature is a row of three well-lit PC monitors. A series of clicks and non-childish remarks echoed throughout the room. Man, in his early twenties, gaming as if he was a child. The man looks pleasing in the eyes. With a mahogany brown, black outline, thick straight hair and deep amber eyes. Enough to be a feast for the ladies.
Equipped with headphones, RGB keyboard, and gaming mouse, he played MOBA while talking to a friend on the discord call. He looked helpless when the game ended with a big red defeat sign.
'Been playing for hours, and my rank still hasn't moved an inch from its previous tier. What a waste of time,'
"We almost had that game if only you pay more attention to the minimap. What a nutty teammate you are," grumbled his associate.
"Give me some slack would you and…" the man takes a deep breath.
"Don't you dare to trash-talk me, Mark! Using OP and unbalanced hero yet still getting zero kill till the end? What do you have to say, dude!"
"I can't argue with you on this, but, man… it's still sucks getting BD when we dominated the early game stage," Mark mumbled as he lowered his voice. "comeback is real, huh?"
"Did you say something, Mark? Couldn't hear you clearly."
"Nah, fam, it's not that important."
Mark tried to make fun of his friend. He paused for a moment, then laugh boisterously.
"At least... I get to see your BIG BRAIN moments, and it's fudging hilarious, Cleo."
"Ugh... Shut up, Mark!"
Rebutted the man, now Cleo. As a sore loser, Cleo doesn't want to give up on his friend's cheeky words. He asserted in a calm voice.
"If you treat me like a joke, I'll graciously remind you of our last friendly brawl!"
On the other side, Mark shiver, "chill out dude, winning or losing doesn't matter! It's just a game!"
Cleo rolls his eyes backward, hearing his friend's plea for his innocence. After exchanging some more pleasantries with each other and promise to play another round later the following week, Cleo ends up the call then turns off his PC. The room becomes much darker than before.
Then he opened the windows to allow light and fresh air to circulate in the mess he called home. Cleo sighed as he looked around him, seeing piles of empty noodles and other chip bags scattered around. He stands up from his comfortable gaming chair and cracks his joint. As he did some light exercise to loosen his stiff muscles for a while, he heard popping cracks.
'It's cleaning time!' he thought as he finishes up his backstretch.
He cleans up the trash. He picked them up one by one, put them in a trash bag, later sweeps the floor up clean of whatever leftover scraps still lying around with a conveniently placed broom in the cleaning tools rack.
Cleo looks around his room for the second time. 'better!' he thought. Just as he finished with the cleaning and got satisfactory results out of it, he accidentally knocks a Princess Peach glass figurine on top of his collectibles shelf.
'Damn!' he releases his hold on the broom, then rushed to catch the falling figurine as he stretches out his hand as fast as he could.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Time went by. He waited for the figure to fall, but it never happened. The sound of glass breaking also never came to his ear. His mind blanked. Cleo noticed the anomaly happening around him. The world has stopped. Every living being stood still, except for the frightened man. Any Internet user who knows the bizarre adventure will shout magic words right now.
Recovered from his daze, Cleo hurriedly to grab the falling figurine and store it in a safe place.
"On the bright side... my peachy is safe."
He sighed. Man got to have his priorities straight alright. He then looks outside and saw the frozen world. It scared as much as it fascinate him. He tried to cheer himself up.
"Hey... at least it's not like things can get anymore worse than this."
Suddenly, his PC turns on and an email notification appears on the screen. This surprised Cleo. It piqued his interest. He walked over to it and sat down in his comfy chair. He clicked on the letter. A message from an unknown sender flooded his screen with everyone asking the same question.
'Shoot! I spoke too fast... darn you, Murphy!'
Lament Cleo in his mind. Tired of his dramatic monologue, he tried to read the contents of the e-mail.
Are you interested in becoming a game-like character in fantasy story?
YES/NO
'bloody hell! Even those scamming call centers are less shady than this unknown dude or dudette, I guess.'
Like any sane person would do, he clicked NO. But…
Are you interested in becoming a game-like character in fantasy story?
YES/NO
Click
Are you interested in becoming a game-like character in fantasy story?]
YES/NO
Click.
Are you interested in becoming a game-like character in fantasy story?
YES/NO
Click.
Are you interested in becoming a game-like character in fantasy story?
YES/NO
Cleo tried everyway he knows from forcefully end the task from task manager to rebooting his computer but all in vain. It keeps appearing like some kind of ransom malware.
'Fine, you win.'
Click.
Which game present on this list do you like best?
*WARNING: Choose only the game you have ever played. We have warned you*
'Thats a flag. If I know my anime knowledge correctly.'
Cleo thoughtfully read the list. Luckily, the list catalogued in alphabetical order, so he knows where to look. Scrolling down row upon rows of game from the classic to new one. Some he knows, some he doesn't.
'So many titles to choose from.'
However, from thousands, if not million, game in the list. He chooses one special game, the game he regularly played as a kid. Even now, he still plays the game sporadically. That is…
Monster Hunter (Franchies)
*WARNING: Are you confident with your judgment? There is no going back once you make your choice*
YES/NO
'YES! get it done already, dude! I'm mentally exhausted here.'
Plead Cleo in his mind. Suddenly, a floating, hard-light construct appears in front of Cleo. Cleo swore as he read the fine print.
"Son of a goat! You force me! Dang it, where's the human right activist when you need em!"
A compromise made between Individual: Cleo and Author of D, agreed to by both and witnessed by the COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF WORLD
Clause One:
Individual: Cleo voluntarily conceded his right to live in this world.
Clause Two:
Fantasy World terms refer to any plane of existence born from the COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF HUMANKIND
Clause Three:
Author of D gives Individual: Cleo the necessities to get through his adversaries.
Clause Four:
Author of D limit the necessities in clause two based on Individual: Cleo experienced from the meta-world [Monster Hunter (Franchise)].
Clause Five:
Both parties must follow what agreed upon this contract. Punishment befall on those who violated this contract.
Thus, we registered the contract in the information plane.
"I'm fucked, aren't I?"
Asked Cleo to no one and thus, Cleo started to vanishing into tiny moles of light. Leaving not a single trace of his presence in the world.
Somewhere, In the endless void outside of the known world and the reverse side of the world. Exist a swirl of concept beyond any mortal mind could comprehend. It is nothingness, yet it exists. Everything in the known world comes from and ends back to it. Incomprehensible entities dwell near the vortex. Entities gross and large, surpassing any measurement standard human defined. Wreaking havoc and spreading chaos on to the known world just by existing. Some sleep in silence, and some being roamed near yet dare not to take inch closer to the swirl.
The swirl know to the magical side as the Root or in some written human record known as Akashic Record. The ultimate goal of all magus strive to achieve. They had made a countless attempt in the past to breach the path to the Root, but the result was abysmal. For the lucky one who gazes in to it, two outcomes bound to take place.
They went nuts regressing to a monkey or, in the other case, slightly less insane with added benefits of obtaining the true magic.
Silent permeate thought the void. Until an anomaly appears, a tiny speck of dust in the endless void. It is….
Breaching the Aksha—Success.
Branching the Greater History of Man—Error.
Branching the Greater History of Man—Error.
.
.
Things happen for an uncountable cycle, till the Blind Idiot partially awoken from his slumber. He sees it, He wills it, and then it becomes reality.
Branching the Greater History of Man—Success.
Isolating the Lostbelt—Success.
Forging spiritual foundation—Failed.
Diagnosing sequence start—Multiple Identity of Individual: Cleo found recorded in the Main Source—Generating model, optimal solution established.
Forging spiritual foundation—Success.
Contract complete.
Individual: Cleo will remain in stasis for until further action required.
In year 2011, somewhere in the heart of Antarctica that no nation lay claims. Majestic architecture of CHALDEA stands at the epicenter of the alpine tundra. It hides the brightest minds of mankind. They work together under the same banner to derail SHEBA prediction of humanity's grim future.
Experiment in its utmost secure chamber being done to summon the manifestation of mankind's idea of Hero.
"All layers of bounded fields are in green,"
"The required mana collected from the ley line has reached the sufficient level,"
"Deploying Lord Camelot as summoning catalyst, stability of FATE system has arrived at the safety threshold."
Meanwhile, a pair of master-disciple having the greatest time in their life waiting for the ripe fruit of their hard labor in the observatory.
"Teacher, all the stars in constellation have aligned. A prominent sign of prosperity upon us. I hope this time we have a better luck than last time."
Said the long blond-haired man in white regal clothes, with a long coat and feather ornament, to his father figure. He also carries a strange-looking cane.
It cracks his teacher's calm demeanor and displays the rare side of his teacher. A sincere smile placated his teacher's face, which is unusual for the magi's community general.
"Sensible word, Young Kirschtaria. If nothing when wrong, then we may get our third servant to assist us in our endeavour for human salvation."
They talk about the usual topic between them in their long master-pupil relationship till it cut it short by one of the staff.
"Director Marisbury, where're waiting for your order, sir!"
Said the staff, to the pale side-plaited hair with dull-golden eyes director. With an authoritative tone, Marisbury commanded his subordinate.
"Begin the summoning!"
"Yes, sir!"
A bright light blue runic magic formation appearing above the Round Table Shield, Lord Camelot. Three layer of light ring similar in color emerging from the ritual circle. The rings spin as it releases the excess energy as screeching lightning spark. The light becoming so bright—blinding all spectators, then near the end a human like silhouette appears.
As the light receded in intensity, a… Male? Female? Donned in a set of armor made from an unknown of beast hide. Her long, silky smooth, mahogany brown hair and captivating deed amber eye entrancing the spectators. She said in a very soothing gender neutral voice ever.
"Ugh… Bastard, first yanking me from my apartment room than forcing me on a geass. I'll murder that D guy when I got the chance."
One of the off the field staff in the summoning chamber brave himself up and asked the lady.
"Miss servant, are you okay?"
"Miss, who? Me? Nah, I'm a bonafide healthy and young, also slightly hormonal male!"
"Um… okay, may we know your identity, Sir?"
With a huff, the mysterious servant said proudly of his achievement.
"Hi nice to meet you all, my summoner! I'm Cleo. Am the greatest hunter you will ever see in this world!
First Person PoV: Kirschtaria Wodime
"…I'm Cleo. Am the greatest hunter you will ever see in this world!" said the girlish servant proudly.
I never would have thought the first Heroic Spirit I've met would be the jolly one. Well, you got to work with what you have.
Through my command seal, I access the connection I had to FATE. In my mind scape, I see the mysterious servant datum. It's quite interesting, it's out of the norm based on the limited knowledge the Clock Tower gathers on the last fifth previous Holy Grail War.
[Servant Stat]
Master: *None*
Class: Foreigner, Pretender
True name: C̶̥͛l̸̙̓ȅ̷͍͝o̶̲͌͝
Type: Heroic Spirit
Source: Tales of Five, The Greatest Hunter Folklore, É̶̟r̴͙͆r̴͙͝ò̸͎ŕ̶̢
Region: Old World, New World, Ó̵̜u̴̪͑t̸̘͊s̸̤̈́i̶̠̾d̵͚̔e̸͇͐ ̶̨̕o̷͌͜f̵̦̈́ ̵̣̐R̸̙̕ě̵̳á̴̦ĺ̴̗ǐ̷͎t̷̩̂y̴̫͗
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Hidden attribute: Star
[Parameter]
Strenght - E
Endurance - E
Agility - E
Mana - D
Luck - EX
NP - EX
[Class Skill]
Existence outside of the domain EX
Divinity - D-
Independent action - EX
{variable}
[Personal Skill]
Double summon - A
Charisma - A
Hunter's wisdom - EX
Hunter's wealth - E
[Noble Phantasm]
Forbidden Act: Hunter Golden Age - Conceptual - E~EX
Palico: Hunter's Companion - Unknown - ?
"Teacher, you saw it, right? Quite a boon we've gotten, even though his physical parameter quite low, his other quality made up for it. A servant with two unknown extra classes that never have been documented. Things bound to get interesting from now on."
For the first time in my apprenticeship, I see Director Marisbury break his character, his self adorned callous mask when appear in public. He laughed maniacally. It as if his lifelong goal have been so closed to completion. Some Chaldean in the room nervously looks at my teacher's antics.
"Of course, my protege. Likewise, it tickles my fancy seeing the unknown. But the important thing is now, us humanities have a greater fighting chance to pose our predetermined fate."
He gave his appreciation to the personnel.
"Well done, team. Closely measure the servant's condition. Always prepare for the worse. Bring the servant to Dr Romani, let him help her regain her bearing."
"You all dismiss!"
All staff gave affirmation in their own unique way.
"Kirschtaria, follow me, its time for us to begin the Crypter protocol."
I nod and follow along behind my teacher, the only magus and person whom I acknowledge as parental figure, Marisbury Animusphere.
