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.

Enough to buy that short sword. Finally.


One dive left. Only one. For armor. And for survival.


Safe and sound. Quick peek at floor 4, kill a few kobolds or anything that crossed my path, hit the pantry.


If it's empty? Lucky. If not? Kill whatever's on the spot.


No? Just a full sack of whichever herb I can get my hands on.


But too much work. And carrying it back to surface? Hell.


Still. One dive. Then armor. Then I'm set.


I tightened my grip on my pouch and headed for the entrance.


Not just quiet. Like… something different.


Floor 1. 2. 3. All nearly empty. No monsters.


Maybe a party just passed through? That would explain it.


I quickly finished them and collected the magic stones. Must be my imagination.


Blue Latheon Wings. Last time I found 7. But now? At least 15.


They grow in wall cracks. Not underneath. Mainly on the walls.


I set the sack down carefully and looked around. There. And there. And over there.


Clusters of blue petals tucked into crevices. Delicate. Fragile. Less money if damaged.


I started working, reaching for the first cluster, then the second.


As I worked my way through, it happened.


Like knives. A bunch rubbing all together.


Standing there. Blocking the exit. Silent. Waiting.


Already last time doesn't make sense. But now? 


They know I'm screwed. So if I panic? Quick death.


I took my sword out in one hand. Sack in the other.


Their faces followed my every movement.


I adjusted my stance. Shifted my weight.


They moved the same instant. Hands raised. All in sync.


Can't cover all of them, but at least for a fraction of a second their focus faltered.


Then I jumped left, breaking through the line.


One swiped its hand. I rolled. Just an inch from my head.


If I hadn't tucked, my head would've been on the floor.


I scrambled up and ran towards the crack—the exit back to floor 4.


A Frog Shooter. Two kobolds. At least four goblins.


I stopped. Chest heaving. Sword still in hand.


Chapter 34 - War Shadows