Before the tale of the rabbit-hearted hero began-before Bell Cranel ever set foot in the Dungeon-there was another age. A time when legends still walked the streets of Orario, when the banners of Zeus and Hera fluttered proudly above all others. This... is the story of the Golden Era. At the heart of it all stands a boy named Amatsuki Haruto, a reincarnated soul with dreams no grander than a peaceful life-and yet fate, in its twisted sense of humor, decided otherwise. Armed with nothing but questionable common sense, half-baked skills, and trauma from "training" under his terrifyingly beautiful (and possibly ogre-blooded) master, Haruto is forced-yes, forced-to march toward the City of Heroes. His teacher's words still echo in his ears: "If you don't go, I'll beat your ass so hard you'll respawn in Tenkai." Thus, leaving behind his beloved little sister (and whatever remained of his dignity), Haruto begins his reluctant adventure. What awaits him is not peace, but chaos-where gods play dice with mortal fate, monsters crawl in endless darkness, and friendships are forged in shitty familia. And so begins the untold legend of the boy who would stumble, scream, and somehow survive amidst the gods- The story of Amatsuki Haruto, and the dawn of the Golden Era.

While casually reading a DanMachi FanFiction on the toilet, I suddenly found myself yanked into Orario, standing right in the Daedalus Street. Gone were the comforts of modern home, just me, my half-pulled-up pants, and the terrifying realization that I was now a clueless adventurer in a world filled with gods, dungeons, and deadly monsters. With no backup plan, I had to figure out how to survive in this fantasy realm-or risk becoming just another nameless casualty in the depths of the Dungeon! Wait... why is the Main character of the series gender bent?!....wait why is the people supposed to be dead still alive!? wait...am I...In A fanfiction?