The Occult Magician Who Began in Type-Moon

I have lived too many times, and died too many times.

I once sat on a throne, drunk and surrounded by beautiful women; I have also wandered through a war zone, bowing and begging for scraps.

I once stayed behind the scenes, stirring up the world with a masterful hand; I have also been trapped in a shabby room, imprisoned in the countryside, living a plain and bitter life.

With each reincarnation, my experience and knowledge grew at a dizzying pace, but the joy and sorrow I first felt gradually faded with the passage of time.

In the end, all that remained was numbness, as if I were living for no reason other than to stay alive.

Just as even my thoughts were about to grind to a halt, the silver key that had made me reincarnate again and again brought me before a deity who favored knowledge and the arts.

The vast knowledge accumulated over countless reincarnations earned me a humanity that time could never wear away.

In this life, I was reborn as the adopted son of a yakuza family head in Neon Japan.

With the cheat bestowed by the deity and a historical timeline that closely resembled the real one, I turned a crime family into a Japanese zaibatsu in less than ten years.

I thought I could spend the rest of my days idling in comfort and enjoying the simple life I'd missed. So why did one unexpected incident after another keep happening just when I was ready to relax?

I went out to a festival and ran into a “vampire” loli and her two lackeys, who tried to force me to join them.

I turned to the Church for help and nearly got physically exorcised as a heretic.

I fled to a big shot's territory to become his disciple, only to find out that his granddaughter was my classmate?

Looking at the status bar that read [You are being watched by Crimson Moon],

Ryogi Sakutsuki raised the corners of his mouth and smiled innocently. “Hehe, I absolutely have to survive.”

Main worlds: Type-Moon, Madoka Magica, Higurashi, Jujutsu Kaisen