I didn't mean to dimension-hop mid-coronation.
One minute I was being declared Fluff Queen of the Spirit Realm, wearing my best royal fluff and sipping peach tea. The next?
Boom.
The sky cracked open like a glass bowl, wind screamed like a JRPG boss entrance, and I landed feet-first in a place that smelled like sweat, iron, bread, and god-complexes.
"Where am I?" I asked the air, adjusting my sleeves.
Around me, people stared.
Armor. Swords. Cute elf girls. Market stalls. Giant tower in the distance.
Okay. Obvious signs: Orario. *DanMachi* Orario.
Then something white-haired, red-eyed, and carrying too much panic ran into me full-speed.
He bounced off like a training dummy and hit the ground with a yelp.
"S-Sorry!" the poor boy stammered, rubbing his head. "I didn't see you—wait, are you okay?!"
I looked him over. White hair, red eyes, wholesome energy.
Bell Cranel. Huh.
"You tripped over royalty," I said flatly.
His entire soul froze. "I-I'm so sorry, Your Majesty!"
I sighed. "Acceptable. Now where's the nearest tea shop?"
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The Guild couldn't find me in the system.
No Falna. No Familia. No registration. No level.
I one-shot a Minotaur that wandered into the Plaza while sipping conjured bubble tea. Left behind a glowing sakura trail for aesthetic reasons.
Eina freaked out. Hestia screamed. Loki laughed. Freya stared too long.
Bell asked if I wanted to explore the Dungeon with him. I asked if he brought snacks. He said yes.
So now I guess I have a tour guide.
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We entered the Dungeon. First floor. Kobolds. Ambush.
I yawned.
My blades flashed once. Pink light. Petals in the air.
Bell stared. "You're not level 1."
I sheathed my katanas with a shrug. "I'm not any level. I break systems."
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By the time we got back, Hestia was ready to kneel and beg me into her Familia. She offered cookies. I accepted.
Now I live in her spare room, and Orario is slowly realizing I may not play by the rules.
The Dungeon just groaned when I walked in today.
Good.
It should.