Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE.

Nathan POV

"Congratulations young man you have been chosen for a very special opportunity. It is the chance to show that few can ever obtain. So come this way and I will show it to you;" said the old man in front of me.

Looking at him I quickly came to a decision, taking out my phone I started tipping it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The old man asked and I ignored him until the call connected.

"Nine One One what is your emergency?".

"Hello, I am being accosted for someone who is either a rapist or an achiever. Please send someone to-"

"Hey hey come on I'm not a bad guy, I'm a prankster!"

"Please send help now I'm being threatened by an old guy who said he is a pran-."

The old man quickly snatched my phone before I could even report him

"Hello sorry, it was my grandson who is pulling a leg on you sorry to disturb you bye."

He gave my phone back when finishing the call from the police before paying attention back to me.

"As I was saying young man come with me and I'll show you a great opportunity to spend your life with."

I looked at him quietly before putting out my suspicions

"And how do I know that you are not lying and not kidnapping me?"

"Well, does this look like a face of someone with bad intentions?" The old man said pointing at himself. The young man looked at him attentively before continuing.

"The man in question is caucasian, looks in his seventies or sixties with-"

Before he could continue the cellphone was in the hands of the other man who crushed it with his hands.

"There, now can we please ta… And he ran away. Fantastic, just fantastic." The old man sighed as he saw the young man running away without any hesitation. On one side it was offending to have someone who did not even know of him running away from him just like that.

On the other, it was highly amusing to see the boy react this way.

As I kept running from the old man that was trying to abduct me I looked back to see if he is behind me, I don't see him anywhere so I must've lost him, finally now to go to a phone shop and get another phone that old man destroyed

"Now that wasn't nice, was it young man?"

"?!"

I turned to the left and saw the same old man that was trying to scam me, it seems off he must've been faster than he looks I might as well get this over with and see what he wants

"Hhhaaaaa fine but first what is your name?"

"Why it's Kischur Zelretch, the wielder of Second true Magic, Kaleidoscope. What's your name young man?"

"...it's Nathan, Nathan Sully."

"Well Nathan I'm going to ask you a question, which one do you think is best suited for your style. Saber the chivalry one, Lancer the hot-headed one but with good combat, Archer a prideful person, or Avenger Those born from love speak of hatred. Those who experienced happiness meet their end through betrayal."

As I was thinking about those styles that Zelretch the old said, Saber was out of the question since he is not the chivalrous person, nor was the Lancer since hot-headed people tend to go in problems without thinking that leaves Archer and Avenger. He thought about going for the Archer, but when the old man said that they were prideful, he knew that a prideful person tends to get killed more easily than faster. So that leaves…...

"Avenger." A class founded on vengeance, born from powerful resentment that does not fade even after death. Rather than revenge, the primary characteristic behind them is avenging.

"Not so sure but I might as well choose Avenger."

"Ohhhh an Avenger is that so? Many choose Saber, Lancers, and Archer (mostly on Saber) because they think it's the strongest class. Why did you choose Avenger?"

I kept silent at the old man's question before answering his question.

"Because they think that those classes are the strongest because of their power, but I disagree, there are other ways to even defeat the strongest opponents by having an unfair duel, taking advantage at whatever the cost, even assassins can kill their opponents."

Zelretch stayed silent before laughing at his answer

"Hahahahahaha what a spectacular answer young man. I was right on choosing you, I've decided I will make this fun as ever. Better be prepared young cause you're about to experience an adventure of a lifetime."

I was confused about what he said "What do you mean?"

- what I mean…. You see, I'm the type of person ... no, that's not right. I should say, I'm a type of vampire. Yes, yes that's right. - Said the old man. - to continue… I am the type of vampire with phenomenal powers… I can travel between worlds, in time and space, but great powers.

- comes with great responsibilities - Nathan smiled at the old man, who started laughing at him. - ehh, that would be a correct answer ... If your name was Peter parker or if you were a spiderman-

- what I really mean is, with great powers comes ... comes a great, overwhelming, terrible... Boredom. Boredom that no entity should be allowed to feel ... And, I'm bored.

I've seen many worlds, many realities, many timelines, many and if's.

I've seen worlds where the Nazis won the war, I've seen worlds where Hitler became a painter instead of a dictator, I've seen worlds where the evolution of humanity has reached such a peak, to the point of developing a superhuman society, some have worked, and others not so much.

I've seen infinite worlds, infinite lands, but my personal interest is to have fun, meet and observe interesting people. And now and then play them in other worlds to see the development of a new variation, a new route, a new possibility ... a new FATE.

I'll be frank with you, your life is pretty bad than what I've already observed. Your world was practically devastated after a plague that should not be named, you no longer have your parents. What I am offering you is a win-win, you win a new life in a new world, and I have something to study… however there is a catch

- because, suddenly, I feel all the signs that something bad, something very bad is going to happen to me. Asked Natham.

- I don't know ... said Zelretch with a troll smile. What I do know is that… I cannot send you to a world where you already exist, so, for sure, I will have to send you to a new Body . The Body will be chosen based on this. - Zelretch used his projection to create a table and on it on the spot, and from his sleeve came a small stack of Cards. Choose well, as the change of body can come with some "side effects". - The troll smile once again traced the old Vampire troll's face.

Spreading the cards across the table, the following figures became noticeable.

On the first card was a figure of a knight in blue, dressed in what looked like a mixture of a skirt and armor. In a position that would be suitable for a swordsman. for some reason, his sword was not there.

In the second card, there was the image of a knight hooded in red, with silver armor full of dust.

Behind this knight there was another figure. It was what could only be described as a dark cloak with a white mask.

In the third letter, the image of a man in blue clothes could be identified, holding a spear that seemed to radiate a strong intention to kill, even if it was a simple drawing on a card

On the next card, there was an image of a man-made of orange stones, wearing only wide blue pants, and the number 4 highlighted in the center of his clothes.

On another card, there was an image of what could only be described as an Egyptian pharaoh, dressed in simple Egyptian clothing, some gold artifacts, and an enigmatic pyramid-shaped pendant, and in the center of it was an eye of horus . On his left arm there would rest what looked like a stone fan, and in front of him, what looked like huge stone plates with monsters drawn on them.

In the next letter, there was the image of a grayish man, with red eyes, riding what could only be described as a "space venomous motorcycle"

In the last letter, there was the image of a giant man, whose real appearance was shrouded in mystery, due to a huge cloth that covered his face. For the rest he wore, something like red spandex, and parts of Greco-Roman armor of brown color. In his left arm, he carried a bow as big as himself, and in his other hand, why not equally giant arrows.

- so, young Nathan, which of these cards do you choose. Which of these cards will become a part of you. Will you hear the call of the "world", will you survive, hero, villain will you die, or become a legend? I don't particularly care. The only thing that matters to me is that you entertain me ... so choose ... choose wisely, choose with instinct, choose by luck. Just choose ONE card. And please choose soon - the vampire gestured, while anxiously pointing at the cards.

- then, let me see if I understand. You; a being with the supernatural ability to travel worlds, is bored ... how is that even possible ? Nathan frowned. - shouldn't you… I don't know, have infinite entertainment because of your ability?

- Details boy, details - the old vampire pointed to the cards, while the boy made up his mind.

Looking at the letters again, the boy noticed some useful information.

The magician, or spellcaster, was a king. And a king has his servants to fight for himself, and a magician is relentless, but many become so dependent on their spells that they sometimes forget to exercise their own bodies.

The knight is generally resistant to magic, but this can generate overconfidence, resulting in stupid defeats and or lack of planning.

The lancer would have to rely on tactics to hit and run, because, despite his high-speed statistics, he lacks strength.

The rider had the ability to ride, pilot, and or tame great beasts, whether they be magical organic, or mechanical. An interesting piece of information, since he initially thought, it is just mythical beasts.

The berserker, was a chaotic being, whose power was so high, his mental stability was so low or he was a victim of some kind and mental control that will reduce him to a simple muscle without brains.

The assassin was astute, with his high level of tactical intelligence, and with due preparation time, the assassin would be able to beat almost anyone in an ambush.

Finally, the archer as well as the assassin, relied on his cunning and his tactics, with the difference, to be able to act like a sniper, and had an arsenal of special arrows.

In addition, each of them had a set of special skills, called class skills. These skills would allow for feats that border on the impossible or grant extra energy, such as the lancer's anti-arrow protection, which allows him to be immune to any "arrow".

But all of that was irrelevant. Nathan had already chosen a card, as soon as he saw his stats and class skills, Nathan chose the archer, his ability to act independently, meant something. For example, he could stay away from a master, if he was somehow magically limited by some binding magic. At least, that was one of the possibilities that crossed his mind.

Of course, that was not the only skill he was interested in ... there were others, like the ability to have special arrows.

As soon as he took the letter in his hands, the world around him began to shatter around him, as if it were a glass wall, making him think that it was all just a bizarre dream and that as soon as the sensation of a fall occurred he would wake up.

Several hours later, unknown location.

Ahhh - Nathan stretched on waking up. - This was definitely the strangest dream I've had in months. As if I Natham (insert the surname here) was really isolated by none other than Zelretch, the marshal magician of the Type Moon series, games, and novels or more broadly the nasuverse. - the boy thought, discarding the "absurd" idea of what had happened to him until he looked in the mirror.

Your reflection was not the same as before, instead his flesh has been dyed red and he has shrunk from his standard size. Over his chest near his heart, his skin has been dyed white, much like a scar from ripping out his own heart and donning a black and gold shroud to cover his face. He is wearing a wool fabric that is his pants. He noticed that he was holding something in his arms. He has a giant ordinary bow on his left and on his right was giant arrows arrow that almost looks as long as six feet.

Looking at himself again, Nathan realized that his appearance was now that of the servant, Archer, specifically, True archer, of the true and false wars of the holy grail. Also known as Alcides, the human side of Heracles from Fate/Strange and Fake.

It was then that Nathan finally realized what had happened ... he had been isekaied to an unknown world by none other than the vampire, the number one wizard in the Fate series, simplifying his life could become chaos at any moment.

Reflecting for a while, he wondered if he had inherited the infamous luck, or lack thereof depending on the perspective, which cursed the heroic spirits of the Archer class.

Nathan, he hoped that was not the case, however, rule number one for trips to other worlds, based on that novel and anime, whose name did not come to his mind, told the story of a certain someone who decided to trust someone, and was cruelly betrayed, for the simple fact that, the leader of the kingdom where he was summoned, had suffered indirectly at the hands of his predecessor as a hero ... never, never, under any circumstances, fully trust anyone,

unless these people provide you with the value of your trust.