1 Chapter-1 Start
In the vast emptiness of the void, there stood a lone figure, shapeless yet vaguely humanoid. It remained still, unperturbed by the timeless expanse that surrounded it. Ages drifted by in silence until a single orb, glowing with vibrant colors, materialized out of nowhere.
The dormant entity stirred, as if awakening from an endless slumber, as the orb drifted closer. With a flicker of interest, it watched as the orb hovered before it, its brilliance dimming gradually to reveal two faintly glowing eyes within the void.
In a sudden shift, the orb vanished, replaced by a massive, screen-like structure displaying a myriad of images, including the captivating world of anime. Fascinated, the entity's mind wandered, pondering the concept of a system intertwined with the fantastical realm of Danmachi.
Abruptly, the screen shattered, dissipating into nothingness. In its place emerged a smaller, more intimate screen, resembling a translucent golden hue.
Slowly, a human form began to emerge from the shapeless void, the transformation unfolding without haste. It was as though the very fabric of the emptiness trembled as this change took place.
After an uncertain passage of time, the entity solidified into a human-like figure. he looked to be around 15 years old with hair as dark as Vantablack and eyes the color of void-purple, his appearance held an air of mystery. His face boasted strikingly handsome features, his physique both slender and toned.
In an unusual choice of attire, he wore a Hawaiian shirt adorned with anime Waifus!, paired with beach shorts of similar design. Completing the ensemble were a pair of anime-themed Crocs, adding an otaku touch to his enigmatic presence.
The boy-like entity slowly began to disperse, his form breaking down into particles that flowed seamlessly into the system. In an instant, he was gone, leaving behind only a golden translucent system screen shimmering in the void.
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In a modern-looking room, a handsome boy, appearing around 15 years old, lay peacefully asleep. His hair, as dark as Vantablack, framed his features as he rested on a plush bed. The bed, with its sleek black frame measuring 2.5 meters in length and 1.5 meters in breadth, provided a comfortable retreat for his slumber. A bubble blanket covered him up to his chest, ensuring warmth and coziness.
The room boasted a blend of contrasting colors and textures. The walls were painted in a calming shade of grey, creating a neutral backdrop for the space. The furnishings, mainly wooden or black, added a touch of modern sophistication to the room's décor. Only a bed, a wardrobe positioned opposite the bed, and a study table embedded into the wall with a wooden chair were present. Stairs on the other side of the study table led downwards.
A window, nestled beside the bed in a corner of the room, welcomed the gentle embrace of natural light, casting a soft glow across the interior. As the light shifted, it gradually drifted towards the closed eyelids of the sleeping boy.
With a subtle shift, the boy's eyes fluttered open, revealing orbs akin to precious gemstones, their void-purple hue gleaming in the soft illumination. Yet, in an instant, the light seemed to vanish, swallowed by the depths of the boy's gaze as if his eyes were miniature black holes. He blinked, and just like that, everything returned to its serene state, as if the peculiar occurrence had never happened.
As he rose from the bed, the boy surveyed the room with a sense of bewilderment, finding its surroundings unfamiliar. A sudden wave of disorientation washed over him, momentarily engulfing his senses. However, he swiftly shook off the daze, his gaze now alighting upon the room with a sense of recognition.
Peering out of the window, he observed the bustling activity outside, noting the presence of individuals clad in armor and armed with weapons. Pausing for a brief moment, he glanced around once more before directing his inquiry into the nothingness.
"System," he began, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "why is it that in a medieval world, there is a modern room?"
[this room serves as a separate space, distinct from the world of Danmachi. It is specifically designed for your comfort and convenience, While the external world may adhere to a medieval setting, this room exists as a sanctuary tailored to your needs, ensuring your well-being and ease during your stay.]
A neutral voice rang out within the boy's mind, the boy nodded at the response of the system and stretched his body, he was wearing a plain black T-shirt with shorts, and there were no designs.
"So, who am I...?" The boy asked with a blank face and a calm tone.
[You are Regal, Regal Titanborn. As you already know you only have anime memories of an otaku you found in the void and nothing more, this is because of your boredom and desire for something new. All the power you hold as a Godly Entity is absorbed by the system, the system is created by you to suit your needs at any time.]
Regal sifted through his memories, recalling the intricate details of the world known as Danmachi and the particular point in time he found himself in—half a year before Bell's fateful arrival in Orario.
Descending the stairs, Regal stepped into the living room, a cozy space suffused with natural light. The room, measuring 5 by 5 meters, featured two sofas tucked into the corners and a square wooden table at its center, inviting gatherings and leisurely moments.
Opposite the seating area, the kitchen beckoned with its modern amenities, seamlessly integrated into the room's rustic ambiance. A plush carpet adorned the open space between the living room and the kitchen, adding a touch of warmth to the environment.
Across from the staircase stood a simple wooden door, blending effortlessly into the room's décor—a gateway to the medieval world of Danmachi.
With a grin, Regal stepped up to the door, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling within him. He knew that beyond this threshold lay a new chapter waiting to unfold.
Pushing open the door, he found himself in a small garden, the gate standing tall at the far end. Despite its petite size—just 2 meters long and a meter wide—the garden held a certain charm.
Glancing back at the house, Regal noticed a curious change. What had been a modern structure now morphed into a beautifully crafted wooden home, adding a touch of rustic elegance to the scene.
Unfazed by the sudden transformation, Regal embraced the moment. With a casual shrug, he pushed open the gate and stepped out, eager to see what adventures awaited him beyond.
