After going about, Chara rented an apartment in Cherwood though there were some complications and legal actions were almost performed due to the underage status of the three but thankfully, the precious Tiamat didn't need to say a single word.
As the landlord, a portly man with a grease-stained vest named Mr. Dawkins, began to bluster about "legal guardians" and "police constables," Tiamat simply stepped forward. She tilted her head, her lilac eyes meeting his. The air in the cramped rental office didn't just grow heavy; it grew ancient.
A soft, melodic hum—the Nursery Rhyme of the Beginning—vibrated through the floorboards. Mr. Dawkins didn't fall into a trance; rather, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a primal sense of peace and absolute submission, the kind a child feels in the presence of an all-powerful mother. His face smoothed out, his eyes glazed over with a gentle warmth, and he found himself handing over the keys to a respectable second-floor flat while mumbling about how "family must stick together in these hard times."
He even forgot to ask for their identification papers.
The Safe House: 22 Ironwood Avenue
The apartment was modest but clean, featuring heavy velvet curtains that were perfect for blocking out the prying eyes of the street and the occasional unnatural glow of the Crimson Moon.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Jack the Ripper didn't wait. She dissolved into a patch of white mist, reappearing on top of the mahogany dining table. She began sharpening her surgical blades with a rhythmic shing-shing sound that would have terrified any normal tenant.
"Mommy, the house is cold," Jack whispered, her eyes darting to the shadows in the corner. "There are bad smells in the walls. People who died sad. Should we go... fix them?"
Chara sat down on a dusty armchair, the Real Knife resting across his lap. He could feel the "Determination" in his soul pulsing. In this world, spirituality was everything. Jack wasn't just sensing ghosts; she was sensing the lingering spiritual residue that permeated Backlund—a city built on layers of history and blood.
"No 'fixing' neighbors or ghosts yet, Jack," Chara said, his voice calm but firm. "We need to stay under the radar. The Church of the Evernight has 'Nighthawks'—Beyonders who specialize in the dark and the dead. If you start carving up spirits, they'll find us in an hour."
Tiamat drifted toward the window. She pulled the curtain back just an inch, watching the soot-heavy carriage traffic below. She looked back at Chara and let out a soft, questioning "Aaah?"
[System Notification]
Quest Complete: Establish a "Safe House."
Rewards Received: 10x Saint Quartz (Current Balance: 10)
1x Potion of the Monster Pathway (Sequence 9)
Warning: Consuming a Potion in the presence of a Primordial Goddess and a Heroic Spirit may cause "Unforeseen Mutations" or "Path of Divinity" interference.
He ignored that for now and instead began to check the FGO stats of both he girls and their classes.
Chara focused his mind, calling forth the interface that flickered like a phantom overlay across his vision. The air in the apartment hummed as the system processed the current parameters of his companions, adjusted for the unique, mystical laws of this world.
Heroic Spirit: Jack the Ripper
Class: Assassin
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Attribute: Death / Ghost
Strength: C
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Magic: C
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: C
Class Skills:
Presence Concealment (A+): At this rank, Jack is effectively invisible to anyone below a High-Sequence Beyonder. She can blend into the thickest Backlund smog with ease.
Personal Skills: Murderer on a Misty Night (A): Grants her the initiative in combat. In the fog of Backlund, this skill's effectiveness is doubled.
Information Erasure (B): After an encounter, all witnesses and even divination attempts (unless from a high-level Seer) will lose information regarding her appearance and abilities.
Surgery (E): A crude but effective healing skill using medical tools from the 19th century.
Noble Phantasm: Maria the Ripper (The Holy Mother of Dissection): A Rank D~B Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm. Under the conditions of a "Misty Night," "Female Target," and "Nighttime," its power increases exponentially, bypassing physical defenses to manifest internal damage.
Primordial Goddess: Tiamat (Larva)
Class: Alter Ego
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Attribute: Beast / Earth
Strength: A+
Endurance: EX
Agility: C
Magic: A++
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: A++
Class Skills:
Independent Manifestation (B): She exists as a fixed point in reality. Even if the world's laws try to reject her as an "Outer Deity," she remains anchored.
Self-Modification (EX): She can remodel her physical form. In this world, this mimics the "Mythical Creature Form" of high-sequence Beyonders without the risk of losing control.
Personal Skills:
Nursery Rhyme of the Beginning (A): A psychic-spiritual aura that enforces the "Love of the Mother" upon those nearby. Can cause target submission or mental breakdown if resisted.
Sea of Life (—): Currently dormant. If activated, she would leak "Chaos" that would rewrite the biology of any living thing it touches.
Noble Phantasm:
Nammu Duranki (O Child, Abide by the Laws of Creation): The power to reset a localized area to the "Primal State." Currently locked behind her limited mana pool.
Chara closed the menu, his thumb brushing the hilt of the Real Knife. Jack's stats were perfect for a city like this—a natural-born predator of the Victorian-esque streets. But Tiamat... her stats were a localized disaster waiting to happen. She wasn't just a Beyonder; she was an anomaly that the Three Great Churches would view as a descent of an Outer Deity.
"A Sequence 9 Monster potion," Chara muttered, looking at the glowing vial in his hand. He looked at Tiamat, who was currently trying to "feed" a stray moth with a drop of her own mana. The moth was already growing a second pair of wings.
Firstly these two Heroic Spirits...they seem to have no levels which would mean two things, one they are the real Tiamat and Jack the Ripper or two they do not have levels.
Chara shaked his head and just brought out the Potion and opened the lid, as soon as he did, Tiamat turned around and stared at it with a hint of disdain.
Her hands reached out, faster than watch Chara could react to and touched the vial.
The moment Tiamat's fingertip brushed the glass vial, the clear liquid inside didn't just ripple—it screamed.
A dark, oily substance surged from her skin, a drop of the Sea of Life (Amdjaru) bleeding into the potion. The Monster pathway, which relied on "Perception" and "Luck," was suddenly drowned in the primordial chaos of a beginning before time. The vial grew warm, then ice-cold, vibrating with a frequency that shattered the glass. Yet, the liquid didn't spill; it hovered in the air, a swirling nebula of crimson and violet.
[System Notification: Warning!]
[Sequence 9: Monster Potion has Deviated from its original path.]
[Due to the interference of the "First to Live and last To Die." The Pathway Child Of Chaos has been assigned,The Sequence 9 potion Monster has been changed to the Sequence 9 Potion:Beast.
"Beast..." Chara whispered. In the Lord of the Mysteries world, the Monster pathway was about luck and avoiding fate. But this? This felt like the opposite.
[System Notification]
New Pathway Detected: The Primordial Beast.
Current Rank: Sequence 9: Beast.
Description: Unlike the Monster who flees from disaster, the Beast is the disaster. Grants enhanced physical intuition, the ability to sense "prey" through spiritual walls, and a minor resistance to the mental pollution of the cosmos. As the first of your Kind you will obtain a minor skill of Tiamats Upon consumption.
Chara stared at the swirling, rebellious liquid hovering in the air. It wasn't just a potion anymore; it was a condensed fragment of an era that predated the Creator of this world. The air in the flat grew thick, smelling of salt water and ancient, sunless depths.
He turned to look at Tiamat who had a proud and Expectant gaze on her face.
Chara looked from the swirling, nebula-like liquid to Tiamat. She wasn't just his protector; she was actively rewriting the rules of the world to suit her "child." In Lord of the Mysteries, the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation was absolute. But Tiamat? She didn't care about the laws of the Creator. She was the sea from which all life—and all laws—emerged.
"You really couldn't let me just be a normal 'Monster,' could you?" Chara muttered, a dry smirk tugging at his lips.
He reached out. The hovering liquid felt heavy, like lead, but as his fingers touched the violet-crimson swirl, it surged forward, coating his hand and racing up his arm like a living thing. He didn't even have to swallow; the potion merged directly into his pores, seeking the Determination at the core of his soul.
The world didn't just tilt; it shattered. Chara's vision exploded into a thousand different perspectives. He could see the spiritual threads of the rats in the walls, the flickering candle-like souls of the neighbors downstairs, and the massive, swirling vortex of divinity that was Tiamat standing right in front of him.
Unlike a normal Sequence 9 transition, which usually involved hearing the ravings of a Hidden Sage or the whispers of the Great Old Ones, Chara heard a song. A soft, undulating lullaby that drowned out the madness of the cosmos.
[Integration Complete.]
[New Class Unlocked: Sequence 9 — Beast]
[Inherited Skill (Tiamat): Eye of the Primordial (Rank E)]
Effect: Allows the user to see the "Health" and "Mental Stability" of any target as a visible gauge. At higher sequences, allows the user to see the "Flaws" in the reality of an object or soul (similar to Mystic Eyes of Death Perception).]
Chara did not feel anything that bad, just a slight headache and also a sting I'm his eyes, ears and mouth, Overall his entire sensory organs were stinging and he even felt his soul beating within him much more robust than before and he could feel Tiamat's presence clearly, there was a faint lullaby that was playing in his head, seemingly unable to end.
The lullaby wasn't just a sound; it was an anchor. In a world where Sequence 9s often start their journey by teetering on the edge of a breakdown, Chara felt unnervingly stable. The "Determination" that defined his existence acted as a furnace, melting the chaotic influence of the Beast potion into a usable tool rather than a corrupting force.
He opened his eyes. The world looked... fragile.
Through the Eye of the Primordial, the mundane apartment was gone. He saw Mr. Dawkins downstairs, a flickering candle of yellow light with a green bar hovering over his head (Health: 95%) and a slightly fluctuating blue bar (Mental Stability: 72%—likely due to Tiamat's earlier "persuasion").
But when he looked at Jack the Ripper, the gauge was a jagged, pulsing red line that defied standard measurement. And Tiamat? Looking at her was like staring into a sun; her gauges didn't even fit within the frame of his vision, simply reading [ERROR: INFINITE].
Wait is this actually the real Tiamat?.
The realization hit Chara harder than the sudden surge of the potion. He looked at the "Larva" standing before him—a girl no taller than himself, wearing a dark blue traveling cloak—and then back at the [ERROR: INFINITE] flickering in his vision.
In the Fate/Grand Order game, even the most powerful Servants had caps, levels, and quantifiable health. But this "Eye of the Primordial" was a gift from her own essence. It wasn't seeing a "Servant" or a "game character." It was seeing the truth.
This wasn't a digital copy or a weakened ghost. The System hadn't just summoned a familiar; it had reached into the Imaginary Number Space and dragged a portion of the actual Primordial Mother into the Loen Kingdom.
[Note: As the Type–Moon Universe is at a higher Continuity than this world, the servants summoned are real physical beings instead of creatures with a saint graph.]
Just as he was about to sigh, he felt Tiamat wrapped around him from behind, pulling him into a firm, maternal embrace. Her cheek pressed against the back of his head, and the hum in her chest resonated through his spine. She wasn't just hugging him; she was claiming him. To her, Chara wasn't a "Master" to be served, but a fledgling existence that needed to be shielded from the "false" gods of this world.
"A-Alright, I get it, Tiamat," Chara stammered, his face heating up slightly. "I'm the 'child' of the Sea now. I guess that makes us family."
Jack the Ripper let out a high-pitched giggle, hopping off the table and skipping over to latch onto Chara's arm. "Family! Mommy, Mother, and us! We can play together now? We can share the 'warmth'?"
The "warmth" Jack referred to was likely the blood of their enemies, but Chara decided not to press the issue.
He did remember something, Since this Tiamat was technically just the Larva Tiamat which is basically a fragment of her after the Great King Hassan Killed her, how exactly did she have such world breaking stats?.
[Ding?!! Due to the toxicity of this world, it is necessary for the Master to obtain strength, currently you can only summon one servant after you obtain it through a gacha, summoning a second servant may result in the Outer deities and Pillars noticing, to summon another servant, you have to 'digest' the beast potion and advance to the next sequence.]