Chapter 1 | Adventurer (1)

''Next!'' At the call of the guard I walked forward and entered through the city gates.

Walking through the large castle wall-like gates, I entered the dungeon city of Orario. In front of me stood the tower of Babel piercing far into the sky, its size was obnoxiously big yet the architecture was incredibly sophisticated, adorned with countless tiny details. Something the current inhabitants could never hope to build whether they be humans, elves, spirits, or even dwarfs.

''Incredible...'' I couldn't help but marvel as even if I had seen it through a screen, it couldn't hold a candle to the real thing.

Lowering my gaze to the busy street ahead of me, I calmed my heart and walked forward with confidence.

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It had been a few weeks since I had been reincarnated here, I still remember waking up in a run-down smithy in a small village deep in the forest.

At first, I had trouble registering everything, not due to the absurdity of everything but because I was no longer 'me' or rather 'just me'.

When I woke up in this world, my head was a mess. In my head were the scrambled memories of two individuals; One was a boy named Albert, an avid anime and manga fan who had lived on a world named Earth. The other was Senji Muramasa, a renowned swordsmith who had died forging swords originating from a different earth.

The problem started there when I realized that my life as Senji had originated from an anime and manga franchise from Albert's Earth, called Type-moon. It was an earth-shaking discovery that I had difficulty accepting. After all, I wasn't just Albert reincarnated with the abilities of Senji, I was born as both Albert and Senji, having both their memories, experiences, and even habits, things far outside of what the franchise covered.

Accepting one side meant denying the other, but in both my life as Albert and Senji I was quite quick at adapting to new situations and as the 'demonic swordsmith' from the Muromachi period, I had seen my share of incomprehensible things.

So in the end I decided I was both Senji and Albert yet at the same time, neither of them. I was simply me.

After clearing my mind, I tried to readjust to my body and figure out my situation. Luckily it seemed I had retained a younger body, It looked like I had manifested in Shirou Emiya's body like I had in Fate Grand Order. But this time I had a little more information on this body and the problematic situations the owner of it, possibly my descendent, had gotten himself in.

I couldn't help but sigh in exasperation at Shirou's 'troubles' with women, something I couldn't very much relate to due to my dedication to blade smithing, I had. 

I was even wearing the same red and white outfit I used to wear in my younger days, I also felt weaker in some areas. My body felt stiffer and slightly awkward, but I also felt much lighter and more flexible, like a child whose body was going through maturity.

Deciding to take a breather, I walked out of the worn-down smithy that lacked even proper doors. Stepping outside I froze in place as I spotted a tower in the distance that jutted far into the sky. Tall buildings weren't foreign to me, as there existed even larger skyscrapers in my memories as Albert, instead what made me freeze was that I recognized the tower.

It looked similar to a tower in an anime I had watched as Albert. If I wasn't wrong, it was called 'Babel' from an anime called Danmachi, an anime in which monsters, spirits, and even gods existed.

 A world where even ordinary people could grow to slay dragons and forge legendary weapons.

Realizing this I couldn't help but tremble as I felt my very soul shake, as Albert I had lived a short and peaceful life starved of adventure, as Senji I had spent my entire life trying to forge a sword that was unreachable by human hands. But in this world, one could grow through adventure and craft works of legend through levelling up, it was as if this world was made for me.

Clenching my fist I gathered up my belongings and headed for the tower, I wasn't afraid of interfering with canon or the monsters within the dungeon. After all, I had already died twice and now I stood as the demonic swordsmith, Senji Muramasa and Albert, a reincarnated person who had future knowledge.

Although I wouldn't mind it, already being an old man on the inside, I wasn't planning to live a mundane life anymore.