Danmachi - Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi Fanfiction I was supposed to land in Japan. Instead, I woke up in Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Not a hero blessed with a cheat skill or a divine mission. Just me-an orphan with too many regrets, too many memories, and absolutely no business surviving in a city built around a Dungeon that devours people every day. At first, survival was all that mattered. Find food. Earn money. Stay alive long enough to see tomorrow. Then the Dungeon started changing things. A mysterious ability that shouldn't exist. Knowledge of events that haven't happened yet. Monsters that seem to recognize me before I recognize them. The deeper I go, the harder it becomes to tell where luck ends and something far stranger begins. Around me, Orario continues moving toward the future I remember. Bell Cranel chases his dream. Familias rise and fall. Heroes are born. But people are not stories. As new bonds form and old wounds refuse to stay buried, I find myself caught between the world I came from and the one slowly becoming home. Some scars survived death. Some losses never truly ended. And some encounters feel far too familiar for comfort. I never wanted to replace anyone's story. I only wanted a chance to live my own. The problem is that Orario seems to have other plans.