Title: strain
Characters/Pairings: Master(player)
A/N: I feel sorry for MC having to support all those servants. It's gotta be tiring.
Summary: You have never been the brightest magician nor the strongest. Yet somehow, it is up to you to save the world.
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You have never been the brightest magician, nor the strongest. The very fact that you have ended up in Chaldea is a fluke at best, a mistake at worst. Even the director said so and while she is an arrogant snob, she is also in charge of the place. At the very least, she should know who she recruits.
Whatever luck sent you here, the streak continues because you are the only one to survive the transmission, the only one to make it to the singularity. The only one to become a master, of not one but half a dozen servants. You can feel a strain on your body as magic overloads your circuits, as you wrestle with controlling all these heroic spirits. A burning sensation runs through your limbs as you go beyond your limits. If whatever is behind the singularity doesn't kill you, this sensation might end you first.
"Ready, senpai?" Mash asks, a worried expression on her face.
You struggle to smile—you're not exactly sure how you ended up her senpai, since she has been here longer than you, but at the very least you must assuage her fears. The only skill you have is one that is useful here; the ability to strategize, to make plans on the fly.
And perhaps the ability to adapt, because while this scenario surprises you, it doesn't terrify you. It should. The world is burning but you aren't frozen with fear. Maybe it's the shock.
Fighting back the fatigue, you grin. "Ready."
The only thing left to find out now is if your luck is good or bad. You only hope it wouldn't have been better if you had died with the rest of humanity.