Chara stares into the endless stars with a single thought in his mind, how exactly did he get himself in such a situation, one moment he was an ordinary kid in another world now he was Chara Dreemur.
Well Technically speaking he was not the real chara Dreemur but he got his Determination and skills and also his beloved Knife.
Till this day he does not know which world he has been reborn into but by the looks of it, it was not a fantasy world, in fact it even looked steamy.
He did hear about some people talking about in the church of the Evernight Goddes about Beyonders or something. So his conclusion was that he was in the world of LOTM which he thankfully or luckily he had bot read yet.
As he was lamenting in the meadow while staring at the red moon, a screen appeared in front of him.
[Ding?! The Fate/Grand Order summoning system has arrived, as a bonus you have been given Taimat/Larva and Jack The Ripper as starting servants.]
Chara's grip tightened on the worn hilt of the Real Knife. The crimson glow of the red moon—the Crimson Moon—seemed to pulse in rhythm with his own Soul.
He had spent weeks trying to navigate the soot-stained streets of Backlund, blending into the shadows of the Loen Kingdom. He had recognized the Victorian aesthetic, the steam-powered machinery, and the whispers of "Beyonders" and "Potions." It was the world of Lord of the Mysteries, a place where losing one's mind was as common as catching a cold.
But this screen? This was a variable he hadn't accounted for.
The Arrival of the Primordial and the Mist
Before he could even process the words "Fate/Grand Order," the air around the meadow began to warp. The scent of ozone and salt water filled his lungs.
To his left: The ground dissolved into a dark, viscous sea. From the depths rose a small girl with curved horns and eyes that held the weight of a forgotten genesis. Tiamat (Larva) tilted her head, her presence radiating a protective, yet suffocating, maternal aura.
To his right: A thick, unnatural fog rolled in. Out of the white haze stepped a petite figure wrapped in tattered bandages, clutching a set of jagged knives. Jack the Ripper looked up at Chara, her eyes wide with a terrifyingly innocent longing.
"Are you... Mommy?" Jack whispered, the mist swirling around her legs.
Tiamat didn't speak, but a soft, melodic hum vibrated through Chara's very bones—a song of the beginning and the end.
Chara felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck. He was a "Human" with the power of Determination, living in a world of Eldritch Horrors, now commanding Heroic Spirits from a different reality entirely.
The "Evernight Goddess" was the dominant deity here. If she—or her Nighthawks—sensed the sudden appearance of a Primordial Goddess like Tiamat, the "steamy" world of Backlund was going to get a lot more chaotic than he had planned.
[System Notification]
Quest Triggered: The First Sequence.
Objective: Establish a "Safe House" in the Borough of Cherwood without alerting the Church of the Evernight.
Reward: 10x Saint Quartz & 1x Potion of the Monster Pathway.
He sighed, first things first. "Taimat, can you hide your whole Semi–Beast Class appearance, I don't think anyone would think you're a cosplayer in this age and Jack or Maria...don't really remember your real name but you need some clothes."
Jack tilted her head, the mist around her feet pulsing like a heartbeat. "Clothes? But Mommy, we're comfortable like this... the mist is our skin." She paused, sensing the genuine flicker of Determination in Chara's soul—a warmth she hadn't felt in the cold alleys of Whitechapel. "Fine. If Mommy says so."
With a shimmer of magical energy, the tattered bandages and scant scraps of leather dissolved, replaced by a dark, Victorian-style dress that looked like it belonged to a noble's daughter, though she still kept her surgical knives tucked hidden in the folds.
Tiamat, meanwhile, let out a soft, melancholic "AaAaahhh..." The curved horns on her head didn't disappear entirely, but they shrank, tucking themselves into her hair like an elaborate, gothic headpiece. Her ethereal silks shifted into a heavy, dark blue traveling cloak that masked her divinity. She stepped closer to Chara, her presence still feeling like an entire ocean condensed into the shape of a girl. She reached out, patting Chara's head with a hand that felt both terrifyingly powerful and incredibly gentle.
Chara blinked, he raised his brows even though she was still a Larva version of Taimat, it seemed she still cared for the ones that summoned her...even though the three were of the same height. "Uhm thanks for the headpat Tiamat."
Chara cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of the "intimidating" aura a wielder of the Real Knife should have. It was difficult when sandwiched between a Primordial Mother and a legendary serial killer who both seemed to think he was their parent. "Ahem, even though I don't not know anything about this world, i can still manage, let's go and...steal a house in guess."
[You can transform Mana into Pounds, You currently have 100 Mana and can exchange it for 1000 Pounds.]
Chara stared at the floating text, a dry laugh escaping his throat. "A thousand pounds... in this economy, that's not just a 'Safe House' in Cherwood; that's a small manor and a lifestyle the Loen middle class would kill for."
In a world where a gold sovereign could feed a family for weeks, the System's exchange rate was nothing short of broken. But then again, everything about his current situation was broken. He was a reincarnated soul with a knife that ignored defense, flanked by a "Mother" who could reshape life and a "Daughter" who could erase a man's organs in a London fog.
"System," Chara thought, his eyes narrowing. "Exchange 20 Mana for 200 Pounds."
(A/N: Should I continue this?.)