Danmachi - Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?
Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?
A DanMachi fanfic
DON'T READ IT IF YOU EXPECT HEAREM AND FUCKUNG SCENES ONLY.
I was supposed to land in Japan.
Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest.
Then the sky screamed.
Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air?
I laughed once, stupidly, and then—
Ding.
That should’ve been the end.
I woke up on cold stone.
No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells.
Orario.
Not reincarnated. Not reborn.
Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger.
A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was.
Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed.
An orphan on a scholarship back home.
An extra here.
Or so I thought.
That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not.
Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario.
A nobody who climbed too fast.
An outsider who survived too much.
Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream.
I followed—
not to replace him,
not to steal his encounters—
but to live them.
And if fate had dragged me here, then this time,
I would answer it on my feet.
