The False servant

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'There's nothing here…'

'I can't even feel my body…'

Strange.

I can still think, still have awareness, but my body… doesn't exist. I try to feel something—anything. Cold, heat, wind, gravity… but there's nothing.

I try to move my hands, my feet, or at least sense the presence of my body, but there's no response.

I try to look up—or at least, that's what I think I'm doing. But no matter where I look, there is only emptiness.

No sky. No ground. No light.

Only absolute nothingness.

As if I exist between existence and nonexistence.

'What is this place, really?'

This is not heaven, but it's not hell either. There is no soothing warmth, no purging fire. No boundaries, no direction—just a vast nothingness that stretches beyond my understanding.

I try to take a breath—a reflex born from habit. But no air enters my lungs.

I have no body, only a consciousness drifting aimlessly.

Maybe… I am nothing more than a soul now?

I sigh—or rather, I think about sighing.

'Damn… What exactly happened to me?'

I should have been returned to the

Throne of Heroes after completing the singularity—a place where all legendary heroes summoned as Servants are stored.

At least, that's what I thought would happen.

That's why I didn't mind disappearing once my duty was done. After all, that is the fate of a Servant—to be summoned into the world to fight, then vanish once their role ends.

How ironic, and now I'm experiencing it firsthand.

I didn't return to the Throne of Heroes.

But I also haven't completely ceased to exist.

I am trapped here.

In a place where time and space seem to have lost all meaning.

But do you know what's even stranger than all of this?

I can see in this emptiness.

Even though I have no body, even though I feel nothing, my eyes—or rather, my awareness—can still perceive something.

Even though I don't understand how my sight works in this state, all I see is endless darkness. Like a blank canvas untouched by an artist, but one that holds no promise of ever being filled with color.

Yet, oddly enough, I do not feel panic.

I should be afraid, confused, or even restless. But right now, I only feel… calm.

Perhaps because, after everything that has happened so far, nothing can truly surprise me anymore.

I have experienced too many things that defy reason.

From the moment I was suddenly thrown into a ruined city, facing a chaotic world, only to realize that I had become a Servant.

A Servant with the power to imitate the fighting styles and abilities of other Servants.

I still remember the first time I activated my Noble Phantasm—When I Imitating Artoria's and, for the first time, felt an overwhelming surge of energy flow through me.

When I realized that this world was not my original one.

When I finally accepted the truth—that I was inside an anime I had once watched.

I fought against skeletons, faced Shadow Servants, and in the end…

I defeated Artoria Pendragon (Alter).

Despite everything that had happened, perhaps because it had all surpassed the limits of reason, my mind remained calm.

I did not panic.

Instead, I tried to stay rational.

After all, it seems I've started getting used to all these strange occurrences.

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A few minutes have passed.

Or at least, that's what I think…

In a place where time seems meaningless, concepts like minutes or seconds become irrelevant. I don't even know if I'm truly waiting here, or if I'm merely drifting aimlessly in the void.

However, before I can ponder any further…

A blue light suddenly appears in the distance.

It is neither blinding nor dim.

But calling it a 'light' might be a mistake.

Because it is not just light… not something that can be described with simple logic.

It is an existence completely beyond my comprehension.

Instantly, I feel something strange inside me.

A feeling that is very familiar.

This sensation is not new to me…

I know this entity.

I have met it before.

But… when?

And why am I so certain that I have a contract with it?

The moment that question forms in my mind, something happens.

A memory that should have been buried suddenly resurfaces, like a whirlpool pulling my consciousness into it.

As if something is whispering the truth I had long forgotten…

I was not asleep back then.

I was dead.

The memory floods me so fast that I can barely process it.

When I closed my eyes in my original world, it wasn't sleep that greeted me… but death.

But instead of moving on to the afterlife like other souls… my soul drifted in the void.

I wandered without purpose, without direction, without knowing what to do.

And that was when I met it.

The entity that now stands before me…

The entity that pulled me into all of this…

Yes, it is—Alaya.

Alaya…

A name that echoes in my mind, as if it has long been engraved into my soul.

I gaze at the entity—or rather, I feel its presence.

Alaya has no definite form. It is not a man, not a woman, not a god, not a demon. It is something that transcends human understanding, something that cannot be explained with mere words.

Yet, despite lacking form, I can feel it.

Its will.

Its existence.

And the role it has given me.

Suddenly, deeper memories begin to flood my mind.

I see myself—or rather, my soul—drifting in the void.

I still remember…

I still remember that moment.

The emptiness I felt when I realized that I had died.

Confusion when I couldn't feel my body.

Fear of uncertainty.

And then, in that void, it appeared.

A voice that wasn't a voice, echoing in my mind.

An absolute will that could not be opposed.

—"You, who have left your original world."

—"You, who have lost everything."

—"Do you seek a new purpose?"

I remember...

I remember everything now.

It wasn't a question. It was a command disguised in words that seemed to offer a choice.

But at that moment, I had no reason to refuse.

I was someone who had died.

I had no purpose, no future.

So… I accepted.

I reached out—or rather, my soul responded to its call.

And that was where the contract began.

I was made into a tool of the Counter Force.

I was given a new body, a new existence, and a power I had never possessed before.

And in return—I had to carry out the task assigned to me.

To resolve Singularities.

To restore balance.

To become the sword acting on behalf of humanity.

Yet, I never asked…

What would happen to me after my task was complete?

And now, I have found the answer.

I did not return to the world.

I did not return to the Throne of Heroes either.

I am here—trapped before Alaya once more.

Why?

Is my task not yet finished?

Or… am I still needed?

In this eternal void, there is only one way to find out.

I stare directly at that existence—and finally, I ask, my voice steadier than I expected.

"What do you want from me this time?"

But there is no answer.

Only absolute silence envelops this emptiness.

Alaya remains still, as if evaluating something… or perhaps, this is simply its way of showing that I have no right to demand an answer.

Time feels like it is moving slowly. No, perhaps in this place, time does not move at all.

And then, without warning, that voice echoes once more.

—"Prepare yourself… because you are still needed for another task."

Another task, huh?

So, this entity only came to remind me that I still have two tasks left.

These two tasks refer to the contract I made with Alaya at the beginning.

Where I offered to become a Servant, and that entity agreed—but with one condition: that I must complete three tasks.

And those tasks refer to resolving Singularities.

I have already completed one Singularity, which means two remain, meaning…

Two Singularities I still need to complete before I can truly be free.

I take a slow breath—or rather, I imagine myself doing so.

I have no idea which Singularity I will go to next… even though I have played the FGO game, sometimes seeing it on the screen and experiencing it firsthand is very different. I don't remember every detail of the Singularities in the game, but I do know one thing.

I am still not allowed to leave this battlefield.

I lift my head, staring at the blue light floating before me.

Then, I nod slowly.

Or at least, that's what I think I do.

Then, with a voice that does not waver in the slightest, I speak.

"Alright. I accept. If you are calling me back to complete my remaining two tasks, I will carry them out."

I pause for a moment before continuing in a colder tone.

"But after that, I am free. I will no longer be bound to you."

The words leave my mouth—or perhaps, my mind—without any hesitation.

If Alaya can read my thoughts, then that entity surely knows that I will not back down from this decision.

I wait for an answer.

But there is no reply.

No argument.

No objection.

Only silence.

The blue light slowly begins to dim, then vanishes completely, dissolving into the void like dust blown by the wind.

I stare blankly at where Alaya had been.

So… it didn't refuse?

Does that mean it agreed to my request?

I don't know.

And honestly, I don't care.

Because no matter what, I have accepted the reality that I have become a Servant.

I cannot return to my old world.

No matter how much I wish to go back, no matter how hard I try to deny this reality—I know it is impossible.

However, even so…

I will try my best to enjoy my life.

Just like what a friend once told me before all of this began.

"Sometimes, what matters isn't how you live your life, but how you enjoy it."

Back then, I thought those words were just a cliché.

But now, I'm starting to think they might have been right.

No matter how difficult the situation, I must try to enjoy it—because living in sorrow and regret will give me nothing.

I must keep moving forward.

No matter how great the obstacles ahead.

As long as I can think, as long as I still have consciousness…

I will live my life in my own way.

And with that thought, my awareness begins to fade once more.

This time… I do not resist it.

I let myself drift into the void, accepting the fate that awaits me in the next place.

And then—

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I open my eyes suddenly.

A strange sensation immediately washes over me.

The boundless darkness is gone.

Yet, at the same time, this is not a place I recognize.

I scan my surroundings cautiously.

What I see is a vast, empty room.

In the center of that room…

There is only one throne.

A solitary seat standing alone in the void.

Without a king sitting upon it.

Without a soldier standing beside it.

Without any signs of life.

…I understand now.

So, I have returned to the Throne of Heroes.

It seems my first task has truly ended.

I take a deep breath—or rather, I think I do.

After all, I am merely a soul in this place. I have no physical body.

And here is where I will remain…

Until I am summoned into the next Singularity.

In the past, I might have thought about enjoying this time as much as possible before being sent to the battlefield again.

But after experiencing absolute emptiness…

I have changed my mind.

I think it would be far better if I were summoned to the next Singularity as soon as possible.

Because compared to this lifeless room…

Even a battlefield filled with danger feels more alive.

And that—is something far better for me.

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Author Note:

Sorry, if you feel that the sentence is getting shorter and shorter. I'm just lazy and just literally explain what's mc will feel and thought.

And about Thrones of heroes, I'm thinking about how should it's be presented and I'm just thinking about a thrones room with absolutely nothing just a thrones and room.

There's no windows there's no Carpet there's no door and etc.

I think about this way because in some fanfic I read that's some servant in it's fanfic saying that's thrones of heroes is dull and boredom.

So what do you think?