Fate/My Villain Simulations

"It's fucking Type-Moon."

Susa gazed at the newspaper in his hands, which detailed a recent gas leak incident, and sighed deeply.

As a transmigrator, he had grown up in Fuyuki City, a place that was supposed to be just a backdrop to his new life. For eight long years, Susa had been searching for traces of magic, hoping to confirm whether his memories of his past life were true.

But so far, there had been no sign of magic, and his parents—still alive and unharmed—hadn't been involved in any random accidents that might have allowed him to leave this city. There was no concrete evidence to guide his actions. So, he continued living as though this were nothing more than a normal, parallel world.

That was, until 1994, when gas explosions started occurring frequently across the city. Strangely, they always seemed to happen at Fuyuki's most famous hotel.

"Damn you!"

It was exactly what he had feared—this was indeed the Type-Moon world.

If this were the FGO universe, Susa realized that even if he somehow survived the next twenty years, his life would inevitably end in smoke and ash. His future, which had barely begun, was already doomed.

This was a world of tragedy, filled with pain and despair.

However, the current situation seemed a bit better. After all, he wouldn't have to face such a cruel fate—because his entire family was about to be wiped out.

Without anyone left on the household registry, who would even care about the impending end of humanity?

But things were worse than that. In this timeline, Susa was still only eight years old. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see a way to convince his parents to leave this city.

In today's Layman's terms, HE IS COOKED

His once-bright future had been suddenly crushed, replaced by a one-way ticket straight to meet God of Death. Well, if he could meet Ereshkigal then he wouldn't mind.

But at this point, shouldn't something dramatic happen? Like, you know, good ol' Golden Finger?

[Grand Simulator Loaded]

"Gosh! Finally!"

Susa's eyes lit up with excitement.

This was it!

The cheat code had returned to the mortal world.

The time had come to strike back at the Counter Force and disrupt the plans of the Alien Gods.

He quickly opened the simulator's details without questioning anything much like other transmigrators.

[Congratulations to the host for receiving a mission from the universe and obtaining a Saint Graph of Andromeda-galaxy proportions.]

"Holy… Sh-"

Susa's eyes widened in disbelief.

This was the ultimate cheat.

Beasts? Alien Gods?

Do they even understand how vast the Andromeda Galaxy was?

It is over ten times larger than the Milky Way, stretching over 100,000 light-years in diameter and having more than double its mass. At such a scale, even the most powerful entities in the Type-Moon universe—the Ultimate Ones, Beasts, and others—would be nothing but tiny specs.

To put it into perspective, while a Beast could control an entire solar system, the Andromeda Galaxy could hold countless solar systems.

Susa's heart raced as he absorbed this new information.

It seemed like the story he was about to write would be one of ultimate power—an invincible tale. It even felt a bit like those female-centric novels where a three-year-old child miraculously dominates everything.

At eight years old, he was perfectly aligned with that trope.

BUT!

Lets see the odds.

[However, as the host has yet to qualify as a hero, this simulator will assist the host in reaching the pinnacle of human history.]

[Should the host perish in a tale of anti-heroism and become a legend passed down through generations, the host will unlock the Saint Graph of Andromeda scale and ascend to the level of a cosmic 'god.']

"Of course, it's this kind of cliché setup. What was I expecting." Susa muttered to himself, but he quickly came to terms with it.

After all, his cheat was the simulator. As long as it worked, he had no complaints.

Not only would he gain the Andromeda-sized Saint Graph, but there was no real danger involved.

If he had something to protect, he wouldn't need to drag his parents into some tragic fate of martyrdom.

"Let's start the simulation now."

[Simulation Start Confirmed]

[Please confirm three random talent entries:]

[Ⅰ. Beautiful Youth (A+): You possess an otherworldly charm that captivates gods, beasts, and humans alike. In critical moments, you can use this as a unique charm ability. Note: In many stories, pure and beautiful youths are often treated as treasures by male gods, female goddesses, kings, or queens. However, you could choose to defy the norm and use this ability to rally people into rebellion, carving your own anti-hero path.]

[Ⅱ. Oath-Breaker: You have betrayed former oaths—or perhaps, you never truly intended to keep them. As a result, no vow has power over you. The only thing you bring to others is betrayal.]

[Ⅲ. Hammer Incarnation: You have an innate connection to hammers, or rather, you are naturally attuned to all hammer-shaped weapons. You can wield any hammer-like weapon with expertise and unlock their ultimate potential.]

"Seems decent enough?"

Susa slouched into his chair like a wilted vegetable.

The "Hammer Incarnation" talent was a little hard to understand.

If he ended up in the Sumerian world, what would he even call himself? The Heavenly Hammer?

Or… Thor, the God of Hammers?!

Still, the first two talents were undeniably strong on paper, regardless of how useful they might actually be.

A good appearance alone could offer incredible advantages in many stories.

If you caused enough chaos in Greek mythology, you might even rise to the top in no time.

As for the second talent, being unbound by oaths and free from the world's rules—wasn't betrayal exactly what villains and anti-heroes thrived on?

Fufu~, just as planned.

[Talents Confirmed. Grand Simulation Fully Launched.]

[Current Simulation Scene—5000 BP, Mesopotamian Plain.]

[You are born in the cradle of civilization, blessed by gods—the Sumerian world.]

[From birth, you attract widespread affection and are soon chosen by the city-state's priests to become a priest candidate for the goddess Ishtar.]

[At this time, the former king has passed away, and a new king has ascended. Sitting on the throne is a blonde-haired troublemaker. You now realize that your city-state is called—Uruk.]

[And the man before you is the oldest king in recorded human history, the hero who separated the Age of Gods from the Age of Man—Gilgamesh.]

[Until now, you had no clear plan for your future but seeing the hero of this age standing before you, you suddenly gain a sense of direction.]

[Since the hero of this era is this man, you need only do the opposite of everything he does.]

[Overthrow him, use the darkest means to rewrite history, alter humanity's future, and claim your own glory.]

[This man rules tyrannically as the son of gods. You shall topple his reign. This man rejects the gods with his wrath—so you will ensure the gods forever embrace the cradle of civilization.]

[Thus, in this era, despite Gilgamesh's tyranny—his excessive first-night rights, his crushing taxes—people still view him as a hero, for he is a god's child. To defeat him is undeniably an anti-heroic act. And for that, you need a backup of ultimate villain.]

[From this year onward, you secretly reach out to priests who are zealots of the gods, spreading Ishtar's doctrine among them.]

[With your convoluted teachings, you convince the people that Ishtar—the goddess of beauty, harvest, war, and justice—will rise to overthrow the tyrant, the son of gods.]

[At the age of fourteen, your preparations are complete.]

[You find a bull whose tears can fall, hide a stone tablet in a fish's belly, and gather shrieking foxes to circle the city. Some followers even prepare a second doctrine so that, when the time comes, you will become the second god's child, with several divine siblings.]

[The uprising begins today.]