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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.
pinkD3VIL · 161.7k Views

The Extra's Law

My current situation is truly, truly dire. How could it not be? I have been sentenced to death, but not by the police or any institution for committing a crime. No, it’s not like that! I have been sentenced to death by myself, by my own hands. You must be wondering why, right? Okay, let me explain from the beginning briefly. Somehow, while I was asleep, I suddenly entered the world of my own novel, right at the spot where mass destruction is about to occur, and there is absolutely no way out. I feel as though this was intentional. To make matters worse, I don't know who will destroy it or what event will take place because this area is a plot hole that I left behind. Perhaps it’s a Villain I already wrote? Or is there someone, an organization, or a new monster created by this world to fulfill what has been written? I truly don’t know! But the point is, this place will be completely destroyed with no life remaining because that is what I wrote. And I have seen how this world fills every "Blank Space" perfectly, along with history and logical reasons for a place to exist, without me writing them at all. I used to write this destruction casually, even while sipping coffee at my desk without feeling the slightest bit of guilt. But now, after living with the people in this Safe Zone, everything is different. They aren't just novel characters; they are complete human beings with families, goals, and dreams... But I... I KILLED THEM ALL WITH MY FINGERS JUST TO MOTIVATE THE PROTAGONIST. Who is more cruel than me? I’m sorry Alice, Aunt Maya, Erickson... I might not deserve to be part of your family. Indeed, fundamentally, I am not your family; I am just a killer nesting in his body and pretending to be him. Even so, I truly love you more than anything, even my own life. Thank you for letting me feel a sincere love. Thank you for giving me the meaning of life that I have been searching for all this time. Thank you for giving me everything I couldn't get in my previous life... I really can't wrap my head around it... Why? Why is it that when I finally get a decent life, sincere friends, and a new family who loves me unconditionally, it ends up like this? Am I really this unworthy of happiness? Alright, enough complaining here. This changes nothing... Perhaps this is the last time I will write, after nearly 15 years of writing novels. This is my final entry in this diary. I must take responsibility for my negligence by changing the destiny I have written. Whether I can do it or not? That’s a matter for later. I will do my absolute best to make it happen. Goodbye, whoever you are reading this. After this, maybe I won't be the same person anymore.
Saintnites · 4.5k Views

Shackle The Witches

The Old World ended when humanity drilled too deep into the planet. By breaking the planet seal, the Domains from another dimension began to emerge. The Deep that destroys cities with a tsunami, the Shining that alters the skies, the Nightmare where terrible creatures rush out from; the chaos that makes every possibility happen at once, and the Abyss that erases everything that gets too close. The Domains connected with the people of Celestia, turning the girls into Witches. They became existences that could reshaped the world at the cost of going insane. In their rampage, they destroy the world and then began making a new one. In desperation, the last researchers of Ark-9 committed their last sin. They stole a soul from another world and then forced it into a new body to create the Chief. The Chief was made to suppress the Witches, to restore the world, and to be a weapon. The Chief was placed in a long sleep under a flooded city. Until finally the dying researchers awoke him for the mission, they have been preparing. The salvation of Celestia. “Fuck off.” Was what Aether said to all of them. “You bastards thought you could tear me from my world, and make me your obedient weapon?” Aether then laughed. “Those Witches you guys hate. I will not hunt them, chain them, force them, or use them as tools for your schemes. But instead, I will love them.” The Ark-9 Researchers erupted in rage. But he continued laughing without a care as their rage was music to his ears. “This is my script now.” The prison that held him shattered as their screams faded into silence. And he stepped into the new world with a smirk. “And I plan to make sure. No Witch escape my love.”
DeadZoom · 3.3k Views

A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate

[Trigger Warning: This semi dark fantasy romance contains few mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Atlassian —and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.
FantasiaLia09 · 176.8k Views