I should probably introduce myself. The name's Alistair Fenric, and—as you've likely guessed—I'm the protagonist of this story. Right now, I'm in a shabby medieval fantasy motel.
But before we dive into the actual story, I should probably explain how I ended up here.
Just a couple of hours ago, I was your everyday salaryman—yep, the kind that goes door to door. Annoying, I know. And yeah, my life was pretty much going to hell.
Big surprise, right? Later that day, I ended up getting absolutely wrecked by Truck-kun. How original. I swear to God, there was no one behind the wheel. That damned isekai death god got me—I just know it.
So, who do I meet after I die? None other than ROB—a Random Omniscient Being.
He gave me two options: rest like a normal soul or get isekai'd. Obviously, I took the only sane choice—I got isekai'd.
Then I spun a wheel. Lucky me—it landed on a world that's basically doomed for most people. You really, really have to work to gain power here. Wonderful, right?
I got sent to the world of *Danmachi*.
Still, I didn't lose hope. I expected some kind of cheat—maybe a golden finger or a system. But no. All I got was a new name, a mountain of debt, and no way to contact any gods to join a familia. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
So that's the setup. And now I'm here. Fun. So much fun.
Finally, I'm here. Just… where exactly is "here"?
Trying to go with the flow, I packed up the few belongings I had and left the shabby room, walking down a rustic, wooden hallway. Honestly, the experience was kind of exciting—it felt like I was in a fantasy world. Wait... I am in a fantasy world. That's going to take some getting used to.
Down the stairs, I was greeted by a medium-sized pub. The bartender nodded at me, so I nodded back. Who was that guy? No clue. But I needed to act cool.
I left in a rush. Outside, I was immediately hit by the sight of dozens of different races—beastkin of all kinds: bunnies, cats, wolves, bears. Elves, dwarves... Orario was teeming with life.
And it wasn't just one style of architecture either. It looked like dozens of cultures had just been mashed together. The streets were wide, well-crafted, and beautiful. It was mesmerizing.
So, this is my new world, huh? I guess it can't be that bad.
Then Murphy's Law kicked in. My brain flashed back to the anime—all those times Bell suffered. And yeah, he really suffered.
Nope. It's that bad. Definitely that bad.
Hell, I don't even know what I look like in this world. All I know is my new name—and that I'm somehow already in debt. I don't even know how.
Deciding to wander, I eventually found myself in the main plaza at the center of the city. Paths diverged, splitting the city into distinct quadrants.
I picked one at random—east—and just enjoyed the scenery. I felt like a tourist. Heavily. But I didn't mind. Either I was early to the story or late. If I was late, things might be easier. If early, they'd still be the same—just a bit harder.
Though I was contemplating all this, my mind never went too deep—I was still soaking in the breathtaking sights. Until I saw something familiar:
A tavern. One whose sign read *Hostess of Fertility*. Yep. The one and only.
"Mr., are you going to come in, or are you just going to watch?" said a beautiful grey-haired girl.
I knew exactly who she was—Syr Flova. Sweet girl. But let's be real: her life's... complicated.
"Actually, I'm new to Orario," I replied. "I've heard great things about this place, so yeah—I plan on eating here."
"Good. My name is Syr, and I'll be your waitress for today."
"Well, I'd be honored. Lead the way."
She guided me to a table, handed me a menu, and after about five minutes, I ordered something that looked vaguely like fried rice.
"Yes, that'll be all."
"I'll be back with your order soon."
And just like that, I was alone again, soaking in the vibe—adventurers fighting over food, familias bickering like it was a sport. It all seemed so alive. I even recognized a little group. Someone special was among them.
So this is the beginning of the story. Okay, I can work with that.
In the corner, there was Bell—cleaned up from all the blood, thankfully. The poor guy still looked terribly insecure.
Meanwhile, the Loki Familia was cheerfully bickering. Bell's insecurity? No surprise—Bete just wouldn't shut up. After being demeaned for long enough, Bell rushed out, clearly not wanting to be there. Totally fair, honestly. This Bell hadn't grown a backbone yet. He'd get there. Just… not today.
Thirty minutes later, my food finally arrived. I devoured it. Paid the bill. And left—dead broke.
Next stop: finding the abandoned church of the Hestia Familia.