The Underworld was not what people imagined.
There were no seas of bubbling lava nor a sky eternally shrouded in oppressive darkness. In fact, to any attentive observer, it looked surprisingly habitable.
The entire territory had an extension comparable to that of the human world, perhaps even greater in landmass. The main difference lay in the absence of oceans. Instead, vast plains, endless mountain ranges, and deep lakes dominated the landscape. The land was abundant, fertile in many regions, and the air carried a subtle density of demonic power that made the very atmosphere vibrate in an almost imperceptible way.
Originally, the sky of the Underworld was permanently purple.
Day and night did not exist in the way humans understood them. The firmament remained in an eternal twilight, tinged with deep violet, as if the world were caught between two moments in time.
But that changed.
After the Great War between the three factions, the current Four Great Satans made a pragmatic decision: adjust the temporal flow of the Underworld to synchronize it with the human world. The goal was simple—to facilitate the adaptation of Reincarnated Devils, most of whom came from Earth.
Using vast amounts of [Demonic Power], they recreated the cycle of day and night.
An artificial moon began to hang in the sky when darkness arrived, cold and pale like the one in the human world. The stars were reproduced as well. They were not natural, but to untrained eyes… the illusion was perfect.
Even so, for pure-blooded demons, the original purple sky was never truly forgotten.
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In the territory of the ancient and prestigious Häagenti Family, the landscape was silent that night.
Tall mountains surrounded the entire property like natural ramparts, their dark peaks tearing into the Underworld horizon. Between them, deep lakes spread out like black mirrors beneath the cold light of the artificial moon. It was a vast, isolated, and above all, ancient land…
After all, the "Häagenti Family" was no ordinary name.
In older eras of the Underworld, before the hegemony of House Bael became uncontestable, House Häagenti came dangerously close to the top of the demonic hierarchy. Its first patriarch was widely known as the Great President of Hell, and there was a time when the family carried political weight comparable to that of the Original Four Satans. Even after the rise of the New Satans, following the Great War between the Three Biblical Factions, the name Häagenti still retained an unmatched prestige.
Yet, after the conflict, the Häagenti name began to disappear from official records, as if it were slowly being erased from the world…
The reason was as tragic as it was cruel: generation after generation, their descendants began to manifest the so-called "sleeping sickness" upon reaching a certain age—an incurable condition that plunged the heirs into prolonged comas, consuming resources, political power, and influence until the once-glorious house teetered on the brink of complete ruin…
Under normal circumstances, it would have been extinct long ago.
But against all odds… the family still endured to this day.
In the center of what remained of the family's territory stood an imposing medieval-style mansion, built of dark stone with elegant lines. Tall towers pierced the night sky, and arched windows glowed with soft golden light.
And in one of the mansion's most luxurious rooms…
The silence was palpable.
Heavy curtains of noble fabric draped around wide windows.
The room was vast, decorated with refined furniture, polished dark wood, and discreet gold accents.
On the large canopy bed, a young man lay motionless.
His body was slender, slightly thinner than it should have been—a clear consequence of a long period of unconsciousness. His hair fell over his forehead in naturally tousled, soft, slightly voluminous strands of a vivid magenta pink that immediately drew attention. It was not a common shade; there was something almost unnatural about that color, as if the light itself clung to the strands and made them glow subtly under any illumination. Depending on the angle, the pink seemed to deepen, pulling toward a more intense magenta. His face was fine and perfectly structured, with elegant features that carried a cold, aristocratic beauty—the kind of beauty that instantly commanded attention, even in repose…
But at that moment…
His expression was tense; brows furrowed and breathing irregular. It was as though he were trapped in a nightmare.
His fingers moved first.
A small spasm.
Then…
His eyes opened.
Like his hair, his eyes possessed the rare hue of a vivid, deep magenta pink—intense enough to seem almost unreal, as if no common pigment could reproduce it. Under the light, the color subtly shifted; depending on the angle, it took on the tone of an intense rosy crimson or acquired a cooler, more crystalline gleam, like faceted gems under a soft flame.
Within those impossibly beautiful eyes passed a clear trace of incredulity.
Then his lips moved, and his voice came out hoarse, low… carrying the same hint of disbelief.
"…This has to be a joke…" A pause. His breathing grew a little deeper: "…I reincarnated again…?"
The silence in the room seemed to stretch after that question.
But the answer… was already there.
Buried too deep to be ignored. The eyes that resembled two rose sapphires remained fixed on the ceiling for a few more seconds, motionless—not from confusion, but from recognition.
Because the boy…
Originally, was not from this world.
No… his soul was not.
A bitter taste suddenly rose in his throat, so vivid he could almost swear it was physical. His fingers slowly closed around the soft sheet as the truth fully settled in.
He had taken possession of this body.
The body of Alear G. Häagenti.
Well… this wasn't exactly his first time.
Originally… he was just an ordinary guy, living a simple life in a normal world. He spent his days between mediocre studies, gaming late into the night, and anime marathons on weekends—until he died after being mugged on his way back from university. And then came what should have been a miracle; he was reborn in another world…
But not just any world—he was reborn in the Nasuverse. Let's just say that place was far worse than anyone could imagine… He had the misfortune of being born into a family of mages that ended up being exterminated because of him, since his talent caught the attention of the wrong person: an extremely old mage who wanted him as experimental material…
…And one could easily imagine what came next.
He went through the most horrific experiments anyone could imagine. Years… years trapped in that hell, until he finally gathered enough power to escape. Well, at least he learned one thing from the whole situation.
Power was the only thing that guaranteed freedom.
It was that obsessive desire carved into his heart that drove him to become stronger. He turned the obsession itself into fuel. He used the knowledge from his previous life as a strategic advantage and gathered every piece of information he had about that world—everything that could grant him power or accelerate his growth. Nothing was left to chance, and so his rise was meteoric. Just two years after escaping that hell, his name circulated among the highest circles of magic…
He wasn't just promising.
He was recognized as one of the greatest living Mages.
That was how his name reached the ears of Marisbury Animusphere, Director of the newly created Finis Chaldea, whose goal was to prevent the certain extinction of the human race.
The invitation to Team A came soon after.
Ironic, looking back now.
After Marisbury's death and his daughter's rise, everything began to accelerate.
The detection of Singularity F.
The activation of the Human Order Preservation Protocol.
The summoning of Master Candidates.
…And then the day of the mission arrived.
The explosion.
Thanks to his Magecraft, he survived easily. Combined with the grotesque damage of that explosion and his status as a Team A member, it was more than enough for them to label him "humanity's last hope."
…What a joke.
Well, at least he wasn't completely alone in that circus. There was also another Civilian Master Candidate: Ritsuka Fujimaru. Gudako.
Questionable company, at best.
The rest was a blur of blood, ash, and impossible battles.
Seven Singularities.
Seven different hells.
And at the end of it all… the Temple of Time, where the final obstacle awaited them.
That was where he ended up dying again. He didn't want to lose any of his Servants, nor anyone he had come to care about. In the end… he had learned to love Chaldea, so he set out alone for the Temple of Time one day before the expedition and faced the final enemy…
And he won.
He killed Beast I, Goetia, alone.
…And paid the price—his life… He died from the accumulated injuries in the battle, remaining conscious just long enough for the rest of Chaldea to arrive. They tried to heal him using every means available, but it was impossible… Amid tears and blood, he said goodbye to all those idiots who had made his second life—however horrible—worth living…
After that…
A swirling spiral.
Something rushing straight toward him.
And then…
He woke up in this body moments ago…
His magenta-pink eyes blinked slowly in the silent room.
"…Tch…"
A low sound escaped his throat.
Then, very slowly, the hand that had been partially covering his face slid downward.
His eyes stared at the ceiling once more.
"…At least… everyone's okay…"
The voice came out low, almost lost in the silence of the room. A small, deeply tired smile appeared on his lips: "…That's good…"
Then his expression returned to indifference. The memories of this new body began to organize themselves more clearly.
…And there weren't many.
It would be strange to get used to the new name, but overall, it wasn't bad—except for the surname part. Now he was the heir to a declining lineage…? Unlike his father, who had succumbed to the sleeping sickness at thirty, this body had been struck much earlier—at ten years old, to be exact. Not long after his own father's death…
What a miserable start to a life.
The memories continued to unfold, fragmented, like torn pages from a book.
His mother was a half-breed, the product of a union between a half-demon (who was in turn already part human) and a pure demon, and she died during childbirth. That meant he was, technically, ten percent human and ninety percent demon?
…More importantly…
He was an orphan again, huh?
Not that it made much difference, to be honest. Even if any of them were still alive in this world, he wouldn't feel anything in particular. After living three different lives, it became difficult to look at strangers—even if they were his biological parents—and truly see them as parents.
He exhaled slowly through his nose.
Enough.
Overthinking had never saved anyone at the wrong moment, and he had far too much experience to know that.
"…Whatever, for now," he murmured quietly to himself.
With a careful movement, Alear braced his hands on the mattress and forced his body to rise.
The instant he left the lying position, his body protested. A heavy weakness coursed through his muscles, as if every fiber were a step behind his will. His brows furrowed slightly as he finally sat on the edge of the bed.
"…Wow…"
In his previous life, his physical body had been refined to an absurd degree—he could easily compete with monsters on Hercules' level. But at that moment, his body was so weak he felt insulted.
Well, it was natural…
This body had spent years in a coma. It was a miracle it was functioning as well as it already was.
"…Haa…"
A long sigh escaped his lips.
In the end, should he be grateful just to be alive again…?
He raised his arms and stretched slowly. His muscles cracked lightly, followed by a lazy roll of his neck, the dry sound echoing softly in the silent room.
"…So…"
Alear rested his elbows on his knees, interlacing his fingers in front of his face.
"…What do I do in this life…?" he murmured, voice low: "I had already completed my journey in the last life. I was satisfied. I had accepted my end…"
He let out a slow breath through his nose.
"I know this world is from an anime I watched one or two seasons of—I stopped because the protagonist was almost as insufferable as Shirou Emiya—but honestly, I'm not even a little excited to live here…" His eyes narrowed slightly: "After my experience in the Nasuverse, I learned that reality tends to be very different from what anime, manga, or light novels show. From the memories I inherited from this body, it's clear this is an alternate universe. The mere fact that a Häagenti Family house exists already makes it obvious… I remember that in the original story, they had already gone extinct—not to mention that the supernatural creatures here are far more faithful to their own nature than in the original work…"
The corner of his mouth curved without humor.
"For example… the devils themselves. As beings of sin, they actually behave the way you would expect creatures of sin to behave—not like the softened good guys from the original story…"
His gaze darkened slightly.
"My situation is also more complicated than it first appears…"
"According to the few memories this body has, I noticed two strange facts. The first is that all members of the Häagenti Family are probably political targets of influential devils. Because back then, it was basically even more influential than the current Four Satans…"
He paused briefly before continuing.
"The second point is even more suspicious. The 'sleeping sickness' appeared at the exact perfect moment for the family that was at its peak to begin declining. Now that I've awakened… it's only a matter of time before I become a target from all sides. Not to mention that because of our family's decline, almost all territories were taken by other houses. Politically, I still have the right to reclaim them… but in practice, I have no power whatsoever. And even if I did, it wouldn't get me very far."
The corner of his mouth curved in disdain. He let out a short sigh.
"And as if that weren't bad enough already, I also have an arranged marriage set up by this body's father… with someone very problematic to deal with…"
A brief silence fell.
"…Man. This just keeps getting more complicated…"
"Well… I do have some ways out of this situation. But the main one is simple: get stronger as fast as possible. In the end, only strength matters if I want to live in peace…" His eyes gleamed for an instant, a trace of confidence finally emerging beneath the cold analysis: "Besides, fortunately, this time I have something to help me. And honestly, there's a good chance I can become much stronger than I was in my previous life. The bad part is that it depends on luck—which, in my case, is the absolute worst…"
His eyes slowly lifted.
In the air, right in front of him.
A translucent screen materialized without a sound, floating a few centimeters from his face. It was whitish, almost ethereal, like frosted glass made of condensed light. Thin golden lines ran along its edges, forming complex geometric patterns that slowly rearranged themselves.
The bluish glow of his eyes reflected on the surface of the interface as he observed it in silence for a few seconds.
In that final moment of his previous life, for an impossible instant, his consciousness had touched what all mages in the Nasuverse pursued throughout their existence…
And then he crossed.
The price?
…This.
The corner of his mouth curved minimally as his eyes analyzed every detail of the floating screen.
A Unique Skill.
The manifestation of his residual connection to the Root.
Recalling that the Root, or Origin—Akasha—is a metaphysical place within the Nasuverse; its existence is like the "force" that exists above all theories tied to dimensions. Within it are located the Akashic Records, also known as the Swirl of the Root, and it is considered the source of all events and phenomena in the universe. Its existence is atemporal, yet it stores information about every possibility of events in the past, present, and future. It is also the place where all souls—including Heroic Spirits recorded on the Throne of Heroes—originate and to which they return after death…
Reaching that place was the common goal of the vast majority of mages.
Very little is known about the Root and what happens when someone actually reaches it; all we know is that touching (not necessarily in the literal sense) the Root is equivalent to ceasing to exist, because by doing so, we return to the origin of our existence. It is assumed that this is equivalent to becoming "God"—someone who exists beyond rationality and no longer sees any reason to interact with existence, having already transcended it. Being "God" might not be so great after all, since from that point onward nothing exists anymore or matters…
In his old world, there were a few individuals related to the Root in one way or another in different groups—people who did not reach the point of becoming "God." Mages of the Age of Gods drew power directly from the Root; modern Thaumaturgists (Majutsushi, also known as Magus or Magi in plural) use Magical Energy even though it isn't something that truly exists. Today, those who possess some connection are the True Magicians (Mahoutsukai), the speakers of the Unified Language (Touitsu Gengo), and two individuals directly connected to the Root from birth.
For now, the only known True Magicians are Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg and Aoko Aozaki.
So would he be considered a Magician capable of using True Magic as well? Probably not—he was more like someone who possessed a direct connection to the Root through his unique skill…
In the form of…
"…A gacha…"
The tone came out dry.
Almost offended.
If anyone from the Mage's Association discovered this, they'd probably have a collective aneurysm.
The interface responded with a soft glow, as if acknowledging his attention.
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[Fate Gacha]
[Daily Invocations: 1]
[Pool: Nasuverse]
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Alear remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he sighed through his nose.
After three absurd lives…
This wasn't even in the top five most ridiculous things that had ever happened to him.
But…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Despite the questionable format, the value of this was absurd. He could obtain anything from the Nasuverse. He could even reclaim his family again!
The only problem…
The corner of his mouth curved into a thin, humorless smile.
It was his luck.
"…Heh."
A low breath escaped.
Because if there was one stat that consistently screwed up his life…
It was exactly that one.
Even so, it didn't hurt to try, right?
His fingers moved slowly through the air.
Stopping a few centimeters from the translucent button that had formed in the center of the screen.
"Well… let's see just how bad my luck still is…"
With a resigned sigh, he touched the virtual button. The interface reacted immediately; the golden lines accelerated into a swirling vortex of light.
The screen flashed.
And then the result materialized.
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[Invocation Successful!]
[Item Obtained: Mystic Eyes of Absolute Dominion Perception]
[Description: These eyes grant the user absolute perception of the flow of magical energy, from the microscopic to the macrocosmic. Any spell, formula, or energy structure observed is instantly analyzed, decomposed, and refined to its theoretical limit—the so-called Perfect Magical Processing Efficiency. Nothing escapes their sight. Illusions unravel, the magic of nature reveals itself, and everything—living or inanimate—exposes its hidden truths. The user can read abilities, strengths, and weaknesses of people and objects with a single glance, from subtle vital signs to structural flaws in spells invisible to ordinary eyes. Once within their field of vision, information flows directly into the bearer's mind, enabling near-instant responses and strategies. Due to the unique nature of the Mystic Eyes of Absolute Dominion Perception, the user's magical energy consumption approaches the infinitesimal, making it possible to perform extremely high-level spells at practically zero cost. In essence, they are eyes that see… and comprehend everything.][Description: These eyes grant the user absolute perception of the flow of magical energy, from the microscopic to the macrocosmic. Any spell, formula, or energy structure observed is instantly analyzed, decomposed, and refined to its theoretical limit—the so-called Perfect Magical Processing Efficiency. Nothing escapes their sight. Illusions unravel, the magic of nature reveals itself, and everything—living or inanimate—exposes its hidden truths. The user can read abilities, strengths, and weaknesses of people and objects with a single glance, from subtle vital signs to structural flaws in spells invisible to ordinary eyes. Once within their field of vision, information flows directly into the bearer's mind, enabling near-instant responses and strategies. Due to the unique nature of the Mystic Eyes of Absolute Dominion Perception, the user's magical energy consumption approaches the infinitesimal, making it possible to perform extremely high-level spells at practically zero cost. In essence, they are eyes that see… and comprehend everything.]
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Alear blinked once, his magenta-pink eyes fixed on the floating screen.
"…Seriously?"
In his previous life, those eyes had been his most reliable weapon. It was thanks to that pair of [Mystic Eyes of Absolute Dominion Perception] that he managed to become truly powerful and, more importantly, make his personal Magecraft work.
He never imagined he would have such luck on the very first roll.
Honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised if he had received a pen… or Medb's panties.
But this was completely unexpected. His bad luck was usually worse than a Lancer's, so this smelled suspicious.
Well… maybe his unique skill had taken pity on him and discreetly increased the odds of getting his Mystic Eyes.
I mean… in the end, they were already his to begin with.
After all, he had been the first user of that world to possess them.
His unique skill had simply given them back…
The screen flashed once more, offering the "integration" option.
Without hesitation, Alear confirmed. A warm sensation, like a subtle flow of electricity, rose up his spine and concentrated behind his eyes.
His magenta-pink eyes glowed with greater intensity for a second, gaining deep layers as if infinite veins of light intertwined within them.
When the integration finished, the world changed.
Everything became familiar again to his perception. Fortunately, to handle that known overload of information, he still possessed [Memory Partition] and [Thought Acceleration], which he immediately programmed his brain to use. After an entire life making use of those abilities, performing something like this was simple. Although it would still take time to reach the level of his previous life, at the moment he could manage five rooms in his [Memory Partition] and accelerate his thoughts by ten times.
Those two Magecraft were techniques used by the superior alchemists of Atlas. In conjunction with [Thought Acceleration], the true proof that someone was an Atlas Alchemist lay in the ability to partition one's own mind into multiple independent thought processes through [Memory Partition]. Having "five rooms" did not simply mean dividing the mind into five parallel streams working together; as more "rooms" are created, more independent thoughts can be attached to them.
In reality… at that exact moment, he was sustaining more than three thousand independent thought processes operating simultaneously.
Which was enough to keep his Mystic Eyes active indefinitely.
"…Looks like luck decided to give me a break after all?"
Shaking his head lightly as he set that pleasant surprise aside, Alear observed the room for a few more seconds, testing the new clarity of his perception, before letting out a small sigh through his nose. With a simple mental command, the translucent interface before him flickered softly and dissolved into particles of golden light, disappearing as if it had never existed.
Silence returned to reign in the chamber.
For about three seconds.
His magenta-pink eyes gleamed faintly.
He tilted his head ever so slightly, precisely on cue. It didn't take long before hurried knocks echoed at the door, followed by the soft creak of wood opening. A young maid entered first with caution and then froze in place as if petrified.
Her eyes widened almost comically.
The tray in her hands trembled.
"…Good morning—or would it be good evening?" Alear said casually, his voice still a little hoarse but completely calm, as if he were merely waking from an ordinary nap.
That was enough.
The maid went white.
Literally white.
For a full second she just stared. Then the tray slipped from her hands with a muffled metallic clatter against the expensive carpet.
"-AAAAAH!!"
Her scream echoed down the corridor like a war alarm.
"T-THE YOUNG MASTER WOKE UP!! HE WOKE UP!!"
And then she ran out.
Almost tripping over her own feet as she disappeared down the hallway in absolute panic.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Alear remained seated on the edge of the bed, expression dead, staring at the open door for a few seconds.
Then he let out a long, tired sigh.
"…As I figured."
There was no real irritation in his voice.
Through the fragmented memories he had inherited, he had already realized: that maid—and by extension, most of the staff still present on the property—did not originally belong to his Family.
It was… a "courtesy."
More specifically, a very welcome courtesy from his "fiancée."
The corner of his mouth curved slightly, without humor.
That courtesy came in the form of taking care of him, watching, monitoring, and immediately reporting any change.
All wrapped in a very polite package.
"…How thoughtful…" Alear murmured dryly. He rested his chin on his hand for a moment, his magenta-pink eyes glowing faintly in the dimness of the room.
"Well…" he murmured to himself, voice low and calm: "…I guess the peace ended sooner than I wanted."
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