Crossover Anime: Starting with a Simulated Online Game with the King

Yes, it's time to go home. He hasn't even done his simulation yet today.

"System... select a target for me."

Lin Ye spoke to the system in his mind, and upon hearing Lin Ye's voice, the system immediately began searching for him.

Congratulations, host, you have drawn the target character: Angolan Mainyu.

Angolan Manuel? The Evil of This World? Little Angolan?

Looking at this figure, Lin Ye also showed an unexpected expression, after all...

“Angola Mainyu… what can be simulated?”

Chapter 124 Simulated Character, Angolan Mainyu

"The house is getting more and more lively."

Irisviel watched happily as Arong moved in. As for Katsushika Hokusai, that little octopus, after waking up, he was forced by Lin Ye to use the physical body he had obtained in the simulation and then thrown into the villa that Lin Ye had just bought in Fuyuki City.

Faced with this situation, Katsushika Hokusai could only shake his head helplessly, then happily took the thousand taels of gold from Lin Ye and continued to pursue his path as a painter.

Lin Ye could only roll his eyes at this kind of person helplessly, and then let Katsushika Hokusai leave, while A-Rong chose to stay by Lin Ye's side.

Of course, Lin Ye didn't forget to remind Katsushika Hokusai not to overexpose the power of his Heroic Spirit when he was out and about, otherwise, if the Mage's Association sealed him away, Lin Ye wouldn't have time to save him.

However, perhaps in a few years, two famous painters will emerge in this world.

"Lin Ye, I have a gift for you."

Before Lin Ye, A Rong didn't forget to hand him a gift. Then, with a flourish of her pen, a huge car appeared before Lin Ye!

"This is... ShadowBorder!"

Lin Ye stared in shock at A Rong in front of him. Wasn't this the car he had been looking for all along? He never expected that A Rong would just send him one directly.

Seeing Lin Ye's surprised expression, A Rong proudly awaited Lin Ye's praise.

"Lin Ye, do you like this gift?"

"Of course." Lin Ye smiled at A Rong. "This gift has been a great help."

Lin Ye snapped his fingers, and another identical ShadowBorder appeared on the ground. Looking at the two ShadowBorders in front of him, Lin Ye spoke to the system.

"System, please help me merge these two cars."

Yes, Master.

hum!

Then, right in front of Lin Ye, the two cars merged into one! Although the appearance was still the same as before, Lin Ye could tell that this ShadowBorder was completely different from the previous one.

Noble Phantasm: An existence beyond boundaries

Grade: A

"It's done!"

Lin Ye looked at the car in front of him and finally showed a relieved expression. With this car, he should be able to go wherever he wanted in the Type-Moon world, right?

"It's decided! We'll take everyone out for a trip tomorrow!"

Lin Ye addressed everyone directly, and their expressions brightened upon hearing his words. Where we went didn't matter; who we went with was the important thing.

"Alright, everyone go back and get ready. It's too late tonight, so get some rest."

Lin Ye looked at the moon, which was now hanging properly in the sky, and then wished everyone a good night.

Lying on his bed, Lin Ye closed his eyes to rest. However, although his eyes were closed, Lin Ye's consciousness was focused on the system.

"Xiao An..."

Lin Ye looked at the figure with some confusion. It wasn't that he had any problem with Angra Mainyu. The main issue was that Angra Mainyu wasn't actually a Heroic Spirit who had accomplished anything great. Even Gilles, an anti-Heroic Spirit, had his own legends from his lifetime.

But Angra Mainyu is different; he is merely a symbol. The Angra Mainyu summoned during the Third Holy Grail War was not the legendary evil god at all. He was just an ordinary village boy who was named Angra Mainyu and executed by a group of ignorant villagers. Thus, he was given the name Angra Mainyu, became associated with the evil of this world, and began to be an existence hated by everyone.

Lin Ye could save this Angolan Manuel, but it would be useless. Little Angolan is just a symbol. As long as people believe in the existence of Angolan Manuel, and then find someone to be given the name Angolan Manuel, then Angolan Manuel will be born, and will be even more uncontrollable.

"Fine, whatever, since I've already drawn it, I'll just simulate it."

Yes, Master.

As the system's voice faded, the simulation for Angolan Mainyu began...

Ancient Persia, 6th century BC

In a remote little village, a cheerful and sunny boy was carrying farm tools and walking along a country path.

"Good morning, Brother Abdin... Good morning, Uncle Bijan... Good morning, Sister Nilufar, you are as beautiful as a water lily today."

The boy greeted everyone happily, everything seemed the same as usual, everything was so normal, everything was so familiar... Although, no one responded to his greetings, but instead... they all surrounded him.

"Brother Abdin! Uncle Bijan! What are you doing?! Everyone! What are you all doing?! Sister Nilufar, please stop them!"

The boy was tied to a pillar by these people. He panicked; he had no idea why everyone had suddenly changed...

"Angola's Mainyu is tied up!"

"Quickly! Execute him immediately!"

Burn him! Burn him!

A group of people surrounded the boy, shouting at him. The boy cried out in terror, "Everyone! I'm not Angolan Manuel! It's me! Don't you all recognize me?! Let me go!! Please... let me go!!"

The boy kept shouting, but no one paid any attention to his cries. Perhaps these people already knew who he was; they were just burying their heads in the sand.

But precisely because of this, the boy was unable to wake up the group of people who were pretending to be asleep.

His original name was also abandoned by everyone; now, he only has one name.

Angolan Mainyu!

"Why...why is everyone like this?"

Angolan Manuel looked at the group of people in despair. He saw that some people were already sharpening knives, while he was tied up and could only silently wait for death to come.

At that very moment, a voice suddenly rang in Xiao An's mind. This voice was like a light in the darkness, instantly reviving Xiao An's almost dead heart.

Life simulation is about to begin. Would you like to participate?

whether?

Life simulation?

Xiao An had no idea what this was—was it divine salvation? Or a devil's temptation?

But it doesn't matter anymore. Does he have any other options?

"I choose yes!! No matter who it is! God or evil god! Please! Save me!"

Chapter 125 Simulation: The Third Holy Grail War!

Day 1: You are tied up by ignorant villagers. They want to gouge out your right eye, pull out your tongue, leave all sorts of tattoos on your body, chop off your fingers one by one, and finally break your limbs and throw you on the mountain to fend for yourself.

Even the person who said he would cut off your finger! Was your own father!

And watching this scene unfold, you are powerless to stop it.

At that moment, an executor with knives walked towards you. You watched helplessly as the knife was only a centimeter away from your eye. Just as you were filled with fear, suddenly, you felt a strange force fill the entire area. Then, these people's bodies were immobilized in place.

"Looks like I've arrived just in time."

As a voice rang out, a man appeared in front of you.

Looking at you, who are tied up in front of him, he introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Lin Ye."

"Lin Ye!" Angolan Manuel remembered the name. Now, on the verge of life and death, he remembered the name of the man who saved him.

Lin Ye's eyes flickered, and the ropes binding you snapped. Finally free, you thanked Lin Ye profusely. Meanwhile, 313, looking at the villagers who wanted to kill you, glanced at the knives in their hands. At that moment, you chose:

Option 1: He who kills will be killed by others. If they want to kill you, and you don't kill them, you will be the one who dies!

Option 2: Forgive and forget. They didn't really kill you, so why bother?

Looking at the two options before him, Angolan Manuel looked at the villagers in front of him, his eyes bloodshot.

Just to satisfy their own desires, they did not hesitate to kill themselves as evil gods!

Why? By what right?

What have I done to wrong you? Why are you treating me like this!

Angolan Manuel looked at the villagers in front of him. At this moment, they were still discussing which mountain to throw him into and lock him up after gouging out his eyes and pulling out his tongue.

Tell me! What did I do wrong?

"I choose one!"

Xiao An chose option one.

Xiao An wasn't inherently bad; in fact, this man, known as the avenger, turned out to be a kind and good person.

However, circumstances can influence a person's choices at a particular moment. Xiao An is still tied to a pillar awaiting execution. If he chooses to forgive now, he wouldn't be a good person, but a saint!

hum!