In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Author: Three Parts of Autumn Colors

Synopsis: "We have discovered one of the oldest families ever."

"Ah."

"This family has existed since the beginning of time. Its members, from ancient times to the present, include Anastasia, the last princess of the Tsarist Empire, Joan of Arc, the Protector of France, Murasaki Shikibu and Sei Shonagon, two talented women of the Heian period, and Morgan le Fay, the British witch..."

"Um--!?"

"Besides that, we discovered one more thing."

"This family has a humanoid treasure that has been passed down to this day—each generation has entered into a marriage relationship with these 'members'."

"???"

...

In the Type Moon, people get a family simulation period, and can trace back to the past to add to their own "bloodline".

But in the end.

I found out...I have become the ancestor of this family?

Volume: Volume 1

Chapter One: The Grassroots Magician

1993, London, England.

The headquarters of the Magic Association, the clock tower, and the classroom of the Spellcasting Institute.

The overall space layout is in the shape of a quarter circle. The student seats, which rise from low to high like steps, surround the rounded corner of the dome. On the podium, a young, handsome, and elegant lecturer holds a pointer and speaks in a melodious voice.

The students sat upright in their seats, surrounded by bright lights that provided a clear and uncluttered view from every angle. Anyone who witnessed this scene from outside would be compelled to exclaim that it truly deserved to be the leading institution of magicians in Western Europe, a place steeped in ancient mystery and tradition.

However, only upon closer inspection do one discover the merciless, even 'vicious,' criticism hidden beneath the so-called elegant lecturer's melodious voice...

“Mystery is ancient, magic is inherited. The older the family, the more profound the mystery is condensed by the magic imprints passed down. The more numerous and higher the quality of the magic circuits that the descendants will possess, the stronger their talent as magicians will naturally be. This is also the only proven effective method to preserve the ever-decreasing mystery after the end of the Age of Gods.”

"I think this is common knowledge among all magicians. As for the assignments I gave last time, all of you students did a good job. The papers you submitted perfectly prove this common-sense phenomenon." The lecturer looked around the classroom. There was a thick stack of documents on the table he was holding. But as he spoke, he pulled one out of it, and his tone changed instantly from praising him.

He said, "However, it turns out that there is never a shortage of fools in this world, not even the most prestigious and mysterious academies!"

"Denying bloodline origins and believing that one can surpass the innate advantages brought by one's family through hard work—"

“Mr. Weber Velvet!” the lecturer raised his voice.

"exist!"

Someone responded instantly, and the student sitting in the corner quickly straightened his back. What he was met was not only the lecturer's stern gaze, but also the subtle glances from the surrounding classmates.

The English boy with medium-length, smooth black hair quietly clenched his fist under the desk. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, perhaps to argue or defend his thesis. In the magician's world, which places great emphasis on bloodline and family heritage, he truly believed that many things could be achieved through the efforts of one generation.

However, the lecturer did not give him a chance: "Shut your mouth and use your brain to think carefully—what conclusions can your brain, which is less developed than a newborn chick, possibly draw?"

"Mystery is about inheritance. If you can't even face this fact squarely—if you can't even do this, I think you should get out of this big classroom and go back to your small family hut in the countryside with only three generations of lineage to daydream—or you could choose to learn from Mr. Lu Kang at your next table. Both are country magicians, both are fledglings, but he's done much better. His theory of 'the older, the more powerful' perfectly explains the hierarchy of mystery, and even I can't help but admire it!"

"Alright, that's all I have to say."

"get out of class is over!"

Under the young lecturer's thunderous voice, the black-haired boy opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound, his face flushed red, looking like a monkey on display at an amusement park.

Amidst the curious or mocking glances from those around them.

The lecturer tapped the table one last time, and then walked away with steady steps amidst the resounding chimes of the bell.

The lights remained bright, and as the lecturer departed, the young magician apprentices began to rustle and leave one by one.

Webber Velvet remained seated, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly until the entire classroom was empty before he finally spoke.

"Damn lemonhead!" Webber cursed.

He slammed his fist on the desk, as if the desk in front of him were the face of the lecturer from before!

Just then, a voice came from beside Weber, slightly lazy in tone: "If I were you, I would never choose this way of venting."

Doesn't your hand hurt?

Weber then stopped banging on the table, crossed his arms, and groaned, "Of course it hurts."

"I'm not like you, the top student who's always being praised by the lecturer!"

"Are you having a tantrum?" the man said nonchalantly. "Men having tantrums is disgusting!"

Realizing his lapse in composure, Weber took a deep breath and stopped making a fool of himself.

He turned his head to look to the side and met the dark brown eyes of the person who had spoken.

The man's voice was young and languid, and he looked equally young and languid.

Beneath his messy hair was a handsome face, though slightly pale. Unlike Europeans, his features were not upright; instead, his soft features suggested that he was not of pure Western descent.

His figure was tall and slender, and the clock tower student uniform he wore made him look like a young nobleman from a classical era.

Such an appearance is undeniably charming—if one ignores the marks of sleep on his face...

"Why are you sleeping during class again?" Weber couldn't help but ask.

"If I hadn't been sleeping, I wouldn't have stayed up until now!" Lu Kang tidied his messy hair and said, "You didn't wake me up after class, now we're too late for the cafeteria—"

"If we can't make it, we can't make it. We won't starve if we miss a meal." Weber shook his head.

He thought Lu Kang was probably the legendary 'genius', right?

Despite coming from an ordinary family that had only lasted two or three generations, just like me, he seemed so stunningly talented, like a mutated freak. He never listened in class but could memorize every piece of magic knowledge. He never completed his assignments on time, but his last-minute submissions always received praise from all sides—including the assignment we just completed.

“But I still don’t understand.” Weber said as he began packing his backpack, putting the necromancy textbooks from his desk into his bag, muttering to himself.

He said, "Don't you think, like me, that the inheritance of family bloodline cannot determine a person's life?"

"Why can you still write that kind of thing without any insincerity?" This is the real reason why he was upset. They both came from small places and small families, and they shared the same ideals. Shouldn't they have the same views?

“So Director El-Melloi’s assessment of you was correct.” Lu Kang hadn’t brought anything, so there was no need to pack. He simply sat in his seat, leaning back against the chair. His still sleepy pupils gradually focused, as if he were slowly waking up: “Whether you’re a person or a magician, it’s always better to be a little more mature.”

"Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, head of the Mineral Department, first-level lecturer of the Conjuration Department, one of the only twelve academic monarchs in the Clock Tower, a magician who has reached the second rank of Color at the young age of twenty-six—offending such a person is not a good thing for us!"

Although he will soon die in the Far East... This is what Lu Kang didn't say explicitly. Looking at the boy in front of him, he suddenly felt a little emotional as his consciousness finally broke free from sleep.

He thought to himself with awe, "This world is truly bizarre! I've even stumbled upon something like time travel, which is hard to define as either scientific or not."

He also felt that he might be one of the worst off among the many time travelers.

He had no earth-shattering background; he was just a magician from the countryside with only two or three generations of mysterious inheritors in his family lineage. He undoubtedly belonged to the bottom of the social ladder in this world. As a time traveler, he didn't even awaken his pre-time travel cognition and reclaim his true self until he entered the Clock Tower.

Fortunately, after regaining his senses, those memories of this world resurfaced... Compared to ordinary people, he now had a slight advantage!

Weber's expression softened as he understood the reason behind his like-minded partner's actions. He didn't know what Lu Kang was thinking, but he could empathize with him. However, he was still somewhat indignant.

"So you're willing to say such things against your conscience for the sake of your own future?"

“Of course not, Weber.” Lu Kang sat up straight, his face serious. “What I said is what I truly believe.”

"However, we need to adjust the reading order slightly—it's not 'the older, the more powerful,' but rather 'the more powerful, the older!'"

"This is also what I firmly believe—as long as I am powerful enough, then I will be the oldest!"

Yes, the more powerful and the older.

This is what Lu Kang firmly believes in, and what he is confident he can do—relying on the 'advantages' of a time traveler that resurface along with his self-recovery as a time traveler—or rather, what should be called a cheat code!

Chapter Two: Family Simulator

Lu Kang certainly has a cheat code.

The knowledge he gained from being a transmigrator alone was not enough to give him an advantage in this world.

Even if he could learn a lot about the secrets of this world, such as the existence of a force called the Clock Tower, magicians, and mysteries, this place had appeared in the time before he traveled to it in the form of a fantasy work called "Type-Moon".

But the realm of mystery and magic is inherently profound and unpredictable, and this world is not lacking in sages with prophetic abilities who can observe future phenomena.

Only his 'golden touch' could give him a significant advantage over others—and the reason he slept in class every day was precisely to accumulate mental strength, piecing together the fragments little by little and awakening this superior ability—

This day marked the completion of the 'pieced-together' process. He could sense the additional 'phenomena' in his mind, but it wasn't the right time to delve into them, so he suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

At that moment, the young man's confident and proud words echoed in the spacious classroom.

Webbton, who was packing his things, stood there, chewing on the sentence a couple of times. The more he read it, the more beautiful and wonderful it seemed!

"Well said!" Weber thought Lu Kang truly deserved to be called a 'genius,' and he couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

“Since you think what I said is good, then prepare to treat us!” Lu Kang also stood up: “You made me miss the cafeteria’s opening time, so you’d better make up for it with your wallet—we’ll go to the most expensive restaurant nearby!”

“I refuse—I have no money!” Webber Velvet responded without hesitation. When it comes to money, even if you share the same interests, you can’t be lenient!

...

Weber eventually treated Lu Kang to a 'big meal'.

It wasn't the most expensive restaurant; it was just an ordinary street-side eatery.

Weber was well aware of Luca's predicament.

Although both came from small, rural families with only two or three generations of magic tradition, it was obvious that Lu Kang's family was even less well-off than Webber's.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be spending so much time in the cafeteria.

You should know that the food in the Clock Tower's cafeteria is very 'ordinary'!

After extorting Weber and having a hearty meal, it was nearly evening when they returned to their lodgings.

In the quiet bedroom, the sky outside the window gradually darkened, like a heavy curtain slowly falling in a theater.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the outline of the bustling modern city. From afar, the skyscrapers seemed to sway and undulate like silhouettes. Back in his single room in the Clock Tower dormitory, Lu Kang leaned against the window and lazily yawned, letting the sparse light fall on his face.

He thought to himself that it was time.

It's time to explore the completed 'golden finger'!

The next second, the information that had been suppressed in his mind surged forth like a burst dam, almost instantly taking over his thought process—

[The dream fragments have been pieced together]

[Successfully generated 'Clan (Main) Simulator']

[Dream AI Automatically Generated]

[Simulator, dedicated to serving you]

As if a spark had been generated in his consciousness, it suddenly spread like wildfire. Lu Kang broke free from the torrent of consciousness. He thought to himself that he had come out too quickly, as if he had been overwhelmed by water and was at a loss, but he couldn't help but feel great!

Although it didn't make a "ding" sound or use any strange tone, the nascent AI clearly doesn't yet possess such high intelligence.

But this so-called 'family simulator' is undoubtedly Lu Kang's advantage!

It is the result of his daily "efforts" to be lazy and sleep—all his dream consciousness activities after falling asleep are automatically collected and naturally pieced together after accumulating enough!

This is his 'golden touch'...

[This system will help you simulate your family lineage and generate a powerful bloodline background!] The simulated spirit spoke in a clear voice that only Lu Kang could hear in his mind.

That's right, that's exactly the ability we need!

In the world of magic, where 'inheritance' and 'bloodline' are paramount, nothing is more important than family lineage!

The power of a magic mark is determined by its 'inheritance'. A magic mark is the condensation of a magician's lifelong research. Before they die, every magician will condense their magic into a mark and pass it on to the next generation. The more times it is passed on, the stronger and more comprehensive the mysterious spells contained in the mark will be.

'Bloodline' determines a magician's talent—that is, the number of magic circuits that represent the amount and strength of magic power. Generally speaking, only a sufficiently powerful magician can produce offspring with sufficiently strong and numerous magic circuits through multiple generations of reproduction!

For a magician, both 'tradition' and 'bloodline' are indispensable.

The former is like an engine, a solidified tool that reproduces phenomena that existed in ancient times in the present world.

The latter is like the fuel that ignites the engine, or rather, the 'oil well' that refines the fuel.

Perhaps a genius can create powerful enough magic and develop a sufficiently advanced 'engine' through the efforts of a generation, but without high-quality and large-quantity fuel, it will all be in vain!

Only when both are combined can the preservation of mystery be truly achieved, and only then can ancient phenomena be truly reproduced in an era where mystery is becoming increasingly scarce.

Therefore, the ability to travel back in time is extremely useful!