Lying down lazily in his bedroom, Khan scrolled through browser after browser on his phone, bored out of his mind.
He wasn't even sure what he was looking for—maybe a meme, maybe a porn ad, maybe just something to punch a hole through the monotony of his existence.
Then, he stumbled upon it.
The hype around Dimensional Game Online had been flooding the internet, and now it was officially set to launch in just three days.
It promised absolute freedom and hardcore realism for gamers who craved something that felt real—something without paywalls or bullshit cash grabs.
Just pure, unfiltered gaming.
This game had been hyped to hell and back already, like dozens of other overpromising titles.
But still, he read through the announcement.
Not just him, either—tons of people did the same thing.
You see something you like, something that scratches that itch in your brain, and you'll read it again and again, like some obsessed nerd with zero social life.
As his eyes skimmed through the wall of text and flashy graphics, one title stood out: Simulator Life Online. His brows drew together in confusion.
What was this?
He'd never heard of it—no Reddit threads, no YouTube breakdowns, no Discord leaks. It didn't even look like part of the Dimensional Game's promo cycle. And yet, there it was, tucked right in the middle of the site like a bastard child no one talked about.
Had he missed a new feature? An expansion? A secret drop?
Whatever.
Curiosity got the better of him—especially when he saw that his favorite waifu, Saber, was featured front and center on the promo art. And not just any Saber.
It was the loli version—way better than her grown-up Lancer form, in his opinion.
Without really thinking, he tapped on the app icon. Instantly, it downloaded and applied itself onto his phone like it had been waiting for him.
Weird.
Still, he didn't rush to uninstall it.
Something about it pulled him in.
Then, the screen flickered, and a message popped up:
[Welcome, Player!]
[Congratulations. You are the first and last user to ever play Simulator Life Online.]
[Let the game begin!]
Another screen appeared right after:
[Select Gender]
[Male] [Female]
Did this really need to be a question?
It was just a mobile game, after all, and he always preferred playing as a female character anyway.
Their designs were hotter, the animations were better, and the voice lines usually made him harder than he cared to admit.
Especially, when the character moaned during combat or took damage.
Call it degenerate, call it weird, he didn't give a shit.
It was his fantasy, and he was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Without a second thought, he tapped Female and continued with a smirk.
[Simulator Life Online has been upgraded.]
[Congratulations, Player. You have successfully upgraded to the new version of Simulator Life. The game's name has now been changed to: Waifu Simulator Life.]
[In this version, you can select any character based on your favorite waifus. You can upgrade their stats, choose their story routes, shape their endings, and unlock various achievements for each of them.]
[Every achievement and ending completed for a waifu will grant you bonus stats, rare artifacts, exclusive items, new skills, and other rewards for your main character in Dimensional Game Online.]
[Do you wish to proceed, Player?]
Yes...
Khan clicked yes without hesitation.
Instantly, the screen shimmered and shifted.
A new menu unfolded like a red carpet of temptation, each selection framed with shimmering effects and a subtle bounce to their busts, thighs, or cold stares, depending on the waifu.
[1. Artoria Pendragon.]
[2. Krul Tepes.]
[3. Aleister Crowley.]
[4. Kurumi Tokisaki.]
[5. Arisu Sakayanagi.]
[6. Nero Claudius.]
[7. Emma Frost.]
What the actual fuck? Aleister Crowley?
But hey, he wasn't complaining.
A waifu-fied version of one of the most infamous occultists in history?
That could be fun, in its own cursed way.
Still—his heart already belonged to Saber.
He clicked on Artoria Pendragon without a moment of hesitation. He had a clear mission in mind, one he wasn't going to screw up.
His goal was simple but critical: stop her from turning into that ridiculous bimbo Lancer version and instead ensure she remained an eternal loli, locked forever in that petite, flat-chested body that made her so iconic in his eyes.
"So, it's you... Saber," he muttered with a grin, eyes gleaming with intent.
[Congratulations, Player. You will now play as Artoria Pendragon.]
[Select Timeline:]
[1. Arthurian Era]
[2. Fate/Zero]
[3. Fate/Grand Order]
[4. Tokyo Holy Grail War]
[5. Fate/Stay Night]
Why the fuck was Stay Night even here?
He rolled his eyes. That timeline was garbage. After Zero, everything went to shit.
It turned into the Shirou Emiya Show, complete with plot armor, a half-assed harem, and that cringe hero complex that made him want to punch a wall.
Even characters like Kirei and Gilgamesh, who had been absolute monsters in Fate/Zero, got their intelligence nerfed hard just to make Shirou look good, as if that somehow made him competent.
It only fueled his hatred for Emiya Shirou.
A character who won everything through nothing but plot armor didn't deserve an ounce of respect.
Especially not when the writers had to butcher two of his favorite characters, Kirei and Gilgamesh, just to prop up that self-righteous piece of shit.
It was insulting.
Shirou Emiya was nothing but a plot-armored brat. A delusional idiot who thought saving everyone was noble, when in reality, he couldn't save shit without the universe cheating for him.
So, without a moment's hesitation, he skipped that garbage and selected the Arthurian Era—the beginning of everything.
There was something raw and satisfying about starting from the ground up.
Building Saber up from scratch, watching her evolve from the early days of her knighthood into the legend she was meant to be.
That was his shit.
Sure, it was a bit disappointing that he wouldn't run into his favorite loli psycho Manaka just yet, but hey, she'd show up eventually.
He just had to finish this scenario first.
Then, the simulator popped up with another message.
[Talent tiers have been categorized as follows: White, Green, Blue, Purple, Platinum, Black, Gold, Black Gold, and Diamond.]
Let the waifu grinding begin.
[Character Name: Artoria Pendragon]
[Talent: Chosen One (Diamond), Dragon Core (Black Gold), Mana Furnace (Green), Instinct (Gold), Swordmaster (Purple), Charismatic (Blue), Natural Leader (Platinum), Glutton (White), Stubborn (White), Chivalrous (White).]
After glancing through the talent tree of his in-game character, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
Goddamn it.
His own character in the game was leagues ahead of him in every way, stronger, smarter, and better.
A natural born leader..
Compared to that, he felt like a half-assed loser pretending to be something great.
That bitter feeling only got worse when he scrolled down and saw the wall of cheats Artoria had—it was so ridiculous it almost burned his fucking eyes.
Broken as hell.
So, with nothing else to lose, he decided to dive in and start the game—no more delays.
If Artoria was going to cheat reality, then he might as well ride the chaos and see how far he could push the world himself.
He hit "start."
And then—there she was.
Artoria.
She stood under the sun with her sword slicing through the air in powerful arcs, sweat clinging to her skin as she trained like her life depended on it.
Every swing was focused, deadly, beautiful in its precision.
Not far away, Merlin and Kay watched her silently, the former looking amused while the latter just looked tired.
"Hey, Kay, look at Lily," Merlin said with a shit-eating grin. "She's so diligent and hardworking. Meanwhile, you're out here being a lazy bum. Should we be worried?"
Kay scoffed, folding his arms. "Then why don't you go join her, you damn horny old magus? All you do is watch and make creepy comments."
Merlin rolled his eyes and dusted off his robes—completely unnecessary, but dramatic as hell.
"Alright, enough screwing around," he said. "The Selection Sword is near. We need momentum, we need the crowd, and we need reputation. If we don't start rallying support, we're gonna get crushed by the nobility and their stuck-up brats. Lily—what do you say? Wanna travel the world with us?"
The screen flickered with three dialogue options.
[1. Agree with Merlin. He's the Sage of Britain for a reason, right? What's the worst that could happen?]
[2. Disagree. You're the fucking king—not some puppet for propaganda. What you need is power. Real power. Tell Merlin you're going to meet your half-sister, Morgan. Convince her to back you. It's risky, maybe even insane, but you're the player—when the hell did you ever back down from a challenge?]
[3. You'll go with Merlin, but on your own terms. Tell Kay and Sir Ector you want a moderate unit of knights. Your own crew. You'll build something from scratch. Grow power step-by-step. Use this journey not just to earn reputation, but to find real allies who believe in your vision.]
So, what will Artoria choose?
Will she follow the path laid out for her, or will she carve her own?
Find out in the next chapter.
Stay tuned, shit's just getting good.