Fate/Series Imprisoned in Nibelungen for a Thousand Years, I Came Out
Day 1 after transmigration: a rainy night, an overpass, and a one-eyed god charging in with time stop active.
It was Odin from Dragon Raja.
What a godawful opening. I was dead for sure!
Day 2: What? Odin failed to elbow me to death, so he switched tactics and trapped me in Nibelungen instead?
Then I’ll just have to elbow you back every single day!
Decades later, people started falling in one after another.
A white-haired, red-eyed version of Ishtar? Never heard of her.
I didn’t transmigrate into Fate, so that’s perfectly normal.
Francesca bragged about her illusions. What was so impressive about that? Wasn’t it just the Speech Spirit: Dream Tapir?
I taught her a few of Odin’s dragon runes, and she started making a huge fuss about “Primordial Runes” or something.
Then there was a mysterious woman in a black robe, a fanatic who called herself an Assassin.
No skull mask. Terrible costume. Her assassination skills weren’t even worth one of my fingers.
My alchemy kept improving, and eventually I reached the entry level of the “Seven Kingdoms.”
Hm? Why are they saying I’ve stepped into the domain of Magic?
…
After more than a thousand years, I finally broke free.
Wait, a Holy Grail War is happening?
So I was in the Nasuverse all along?
Wait, what do you mean I’ve become a Doomsday Device, the Grand Dragon, a Lostbelt King, and an Ultimate One?