Type-moon: I, Ort, am Not the King of Lostbelt

Olt is transported to the Type-Moon universe, only to find himself in a Lostbelt destined for oblivion. However, this Lostbelt is strange; the White Colossus hasn't arrived as expected, and all twelve Olympian gods are present. Olt possesses neither Unlimited Blade Works, nor Gate of Babylon, nor the bloodline of the Red Dragon. All he has is the ability to create crystals. "I want to save humanity too! But what use is this useless ability! To offer as tribute to the gods?" "The opponents are the mighty Zeus, Gundams! Space battleships! How can I, a weak, helpless, and pitiful human, possibly..." [Lonely Recorder]