Alternate Title: Forget Spinning the Gacha, Just Make a Video Game Company to Guarantee I Get My Waifu (Percy Jackson/FGO - Asterios SI)

Making a Video Game Company to Get My Waifu

What is a Monster?

A simple answer is, it's what Heroes fight to gain glory. A failed attempt at divinity reduced to a beast.

In this world, they exist as an "archtypes" of the barbarism and savagery humanity hides under the veil of civility and rationality. They are born of that chaos, so that in stories they're represent man's struggle against the savagery of nature or their animalistic self.

Every Monster has his Origin Story.

And for those Monster who are ubiquitous enough, many copies of them can exist, in many times, in many places.

I felt my consciousness, my essence divided in many places, in many times. Fighting, slaying, dying. To Heroes, to other Monsters, to the whims of Gods.

I felt myself being called, restored once more.

To once more fight. To once more serve. To once more play the role of the Monster and hunt down Heroes.

This time I drew on the links to all my essences, my being, my Self as the "Minotaur" and pulled.

I opened my eyes, the Doors of Death disappearing behind me.

In my mind laid a three distinct memories.

Those of my past life. Me. I.

Those of my myriad of lives as a Monster. The Minotaur. The beast that slays would be Heroes or forges their legends. Memories that were fragmented as they were hazy. A collection of nothing by the role this monster was meant to play in this world.

Those of my life as the Son of King Minos. A boy turned Monster. The Monster turned Servant. The Servant turned Hero for Mankind and a small little goddess who called him by his real name.

In the end, I was now a Monster, in a world of children's book I've read long ago. I had a role to play compelled within me. To act out and serve as the adversary

The other two thirds of me were of a contrarian opinion.

"Nah, fuck that!"

And I agreed with them.

Thus the instincts were overruled and all that was left were the battle experience added to my being as a Servant.

Or is it Living Servant now. Nothing really anchors me, from what I feel. I'm... alive.

I breathed and smell the clear air of the forest I was in.

Now, where to go?

"Hmmm..." I placed my axe standing on the ground, and let it fall.

Clank.

It fell north-east. Welp. Guess I'm going that way.

I'm going to begin my new life as Asterios, and according to my PJO Minotaur memories, Book One already happened. Which means I'm free not to deal with any of this shit since the Minotaur doesn't appear again.

At least I think so.

"...Naomi." Asked a newly recruited Hunter of Artemis.

"Yes, Emily?" Said Naomi, one of the veteran and older Huntresses. Yet as she looked at this situation, she was as confused as her younger hunter sister.

"I shot that minotaur, right?" Asked Emily.

"Yes, you did. It was an excellent shot right through it's eyes. Or it would be had it hit." Answered Naomi.

"Right. Because monsters are suppose to break into gold dust, right?"

"Yes."

"So popping like a balloon and vanishing?"

"We need to tell Zoe. Maybe consult our Lady about this."

"Errr, Lord Koios?" Said a nervous rebel demigod, part of the growing forces of Kronos, the Titan Lord.

"By what troubling tides brings you to me?" Asked the Titan of the North, Koios.

"The minotaur, my lord, um... he vanished." The demigod said, making the Titan blink uncomprehendingly at him. "He's gone."

"...What do you mean he's gone?" The Titan of Farsight said with worry and annoyance.

For within the heart of their army building in Tartarus, one of its generals just vanished.

What do I want?

It's a question many people think about in their lives. Although I'm sure many never had to be reborn as an amalgamation of the archtype of the Minotaur Monster and the Servant version whom the legend was based on.

Regardless, what do I want in this new life, given that I don't have any obligation or role in the plot of Percy Jackson now, what do I do with my endless freedom.

"Are you sure you wants us to drop you here? We can still keep going north for a while?" Asked a well meaning lady, as she and her friends accepted having me hitchhike with them in their RV.

"Thank you, Miss, but I'm good. I think I wanna walk the rest of the way. I just like being in nature and all." I said to the kind lady.

The Mist really is usually for hiding a lot of stuff. Helped me hide how I didn't have any actual proper clothes, till I stole some.

"Oh if only I was younger to be that carefree." Said the lady. I was more focused on the other hitchhikers she picked up. A Norse Demigod and an Elf.

The Norse kid was albino and given how he saw right through my mist disguise right away, while being somehow even more sheet white pale, throughout the carride, I'm gonna go he's one of Heimdall's kids.

The elf was just an elf. Nothing more to add.

"Haha, oh come on, you're still a hot young thing." I winked. The lady laugh out loud eating it up.

"You take care now!" The RV roared and was off like a bat outta hell.

Another reason I left that hitchhike ride, that woman, Skadi, was a terrifying driver.

Now where was I?

Right, goals to strive towards.

In this new life as Asterios, what do I want?

I really had to mall this over in my head, but I just can't think of anything.

Travel I guess? I'm doing it. But having no destination isn't really helpful. The falling stick direction picking can only be fun and "spontaneous" for so long.

Gain power to be safe from monsters or demigods?

Well, I don't want to brag...

No, no. Asterios went toe to toe with Heracles in Okeanos, I will very much brag.

I am a beast. I am a champ. I can very much go with Percy Jackson himself if need be and... make damn sure he wants to run away.

I have no clue what the fuck his feats are by the end.

So safety? Absolutely have it, unless I do something braindead.

So back to the question, now what?

...

...

Walking cross country on my feet, I get to watch the road, the cars, the places, buildings, or open spaces around me.

When one stops and thinks about it, the world is a large place. The world is a wondrous place.

There's just... So much to see and experience.

I never went to Disneyland, you know. Maybe I can do that this time.

There are going to be a lot of battles between demigods and monsters, demigods and gods, gods and gods, gods and titans, etc. etc. ...but none of that concerns me.

However experiencing all of this world alone, well...

"It's lonely." I said to myself as I looked down at the asphalt, and the sand next to it.

Suddenly an image came to mind. Brought forth my the part of me that experienced Okeanos. Traveling with Chaldea, fighting to save the world and...

A name.

Unforgettable. Impossibly precious, important.

"Euryale."

Yeah, those were Asterios' feeling, true.

But I lived them. I felt them in their entirety. They were as much his feelings and memories as they were mine.

And you know something? Blackbeard was right.

"I want my fucking Loli Goddess Waifu back."

I looked up at the sigh "Welcome to Maine" as I walked passed it.

My mind couldn't stop thinking now. The idea was running in the brain gears now. The PJO Euryale likely Faded according to some fan theory, her and Stheno. That's why Medusa was alone and acting femcel, almost lusting after Poseidon's kid when he's like 13 or whatever.

And even if she's still present, PJO Euryale would just be a garden variety monster.

Nah, I want the genuine article.

So how do I do that?

Well, how everything is created in this world?

Perception. Faith.

...I need to take over the gaming industry.

That's it. That's my goal now.

And no god, no titan, no fates are gonna stop me from getting my Loli Goddess Waifu.

Upon crystalizing that thought, I could have sworn I felt the air crack with energy, as if someone got offended. Welp, not my problem.