In Type-Moon: I Slept for Two Hundred Years and Became the Root

Ji Ning transmigrates to the Type-Moon world and starts out as a Dead Apostle, with two hundred years to go before the Fourth Holy Grail War!

He vows to cultivate hard for two centuries, kick the Counter Force, punch Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, and become Type-Moon's ultimate swordsman in the sticks!

But... cultivation? Fighting monsters? Not a chance.

The ultimate truth: sleep is the way to go!

After one good nap, his Magic Circuits max out automatically;

He rolls over and refuses to get up, and his Reality Marble awakens on the spot;

He sleeps until noon, and even Gaia sends him a peace offering: "Stop working so hard. Please, just keep sleeping!"

Two hundred years later, the Holy Grail War begins, and Heroic Spirits and immortals clash in battle.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, he pushes open his coffin lid and casually slaps Berserker flying, yawning as he asks, "Who is it? You're disturbing my afternoon nap!"

Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg drops to his knees on the spot. "Great one, please go back to sleep. The world can't handle you fully awake!"

It turns out the highest realm of being a Dead Apostle isn't working hard, but taking it easy:

I slept my way into becoming the one true god of Type-Moon, and even turned the Counter Force into my personal alarm clock!

I wake up for just one hour a day. The rest of the time, I beat up the entire universe in my dreams~

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.