[Not a Bloodborne fanfic; steampunk era + Cthulhu Mythos + Western fantasy + Soulslike + nearly invincible protagonist]
Ludwig never dreamed that after pulling an all-nighter fighting bosses, he’d black out and become... it: Ludwig, the Holy Blade from Bloodborne, in his initial “bare-bones” version, without the Moonlight Greatsword!
In this otherworld of sputtering steam and rampaging evil gods, he was mistaken for an action figure and assembled by cultists from the start, then chased by the Church and blasted with holy oil.
“Other people transmigrate and become invincible heroes. I transmigrated just to farm materials? This dungeon’s difficulty is way over the limit!”
Looking at his own sanity-draining monster skin, Ludwig decided to give up: “Fine. My dream of becoming a hunter is dead, but being a boss is pretty fun, too. You there, tin can! Yeah, you! Take this ‘Moonlight’ skill!”
This is the (not exactly) heartwarming everyday tale of a hapless guy working the worst jobs in the most terrifying form, while searching for his beloved greatsword.
The more classic savior script is not bad. The only bad thing is that the Moonlight Sword only appeared in the fourth chapter from the bottom 🤦
This seems to be the only book written by Ludwig. Please give me some help from the author.