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Record of Chaos

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Under the quiet glow of the moon, a young boy wanders the crowded streets, his footsteps echoing through the noise of the city. Once cherished, he now walks alone cast aside by his parents and abandoned by his only friend. Because of a choice he made, a mistake that changed everything. Their voices still haunt him “You’re disgusting… I trusted you, but you lied to me.” With nowhere left to return to, he drifts aimlessly through the night, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. Even the near miss of a speeding car draws no fear only disappointment that it didn’t end his pain. Beneath the moonlight, he wonders if there’s any place left for someone like him. Yet, in the depths of that despair, something begins to stir, a presence watching from beyond the veil of reality. When his eyes meet the darkness, the boy’s fate changes forever. For in that moment, the sinner of the world is chosen by an ancient being, and a new Record begins to write itself.
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This is a fan translation of 求你让我上英灵座吧 The original author is 洛州白马 Art is by @km_mechi Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === "I transmigrated into the Nasuverse and gained recognition from the Root itself. As long as I can manage an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes—becoming its master, stronger and freer than any of the Seven Grand Servants." "So, I started courting death all across the Nasuverse." "I openly insulted the King of Heroes to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, abducted Scathach in broad daylight in the Norse realm, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than the Son of God, and in Britain, I went so far as to publicly side with Morgan..." "But tell me—why am I still alive?" ... Fuyuki, 1994. A man of many names: the third companion of the Oldest King, the First Vizier of Mesopotamia, the favored of the Greek gods, King of the Giants in the Norse lands, the divine incarnation who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the prince’s right hand in Camelot... Rovi, whose face was young but whose eyes carried the weight of ages, sat atop the Fuyuki Bridge. With a weary sigh, he looked at the people before him. “So, where do you think it all went wrong?” He lowered his voice, half-pleading, half-desperate: “How about... you kill me? Just let me ascend to the Throne, please—I’m begging you!” Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, glancing at Artoria beside him, who’d raised Rhongomyniad; at Gilgamesh, whose Gate of Babylon shimmered ominously behind him; at the blood-red spearhead emerging from the shadows of the Land of Shadows...The hand holding his cigarette trembled, just a little. === discord.gg/wisetl
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