A mysterious and twisted mage with an unknown magical power has decided to change the rules of the Holy Grail war as he created an alternate timeline where he would hand select different individuals to become Masters and be forced to battle each other in this new world with the servants from legend and myth in order to obtain a new kind of Holy Grail. One of those unfortunate individuals was Ritsuka Fujimaru, the last Master to protect humanity after Chaldea has tracked an unknown singularity that will threaten humanity as a whole and even potentially reality itself. For Fujimaru and his Demi-servant Mash Kyrielight, it's a new adventure but also a new hell that they must battle through. Along the way, they meet different Masters who, like them, have arrived here without any explanation. A new battle arrives, will Fujimaru and Mash survive? I do not own these characters. Credits go to their creators.

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi Fanfiction I was supposed to land in Japan. Instead, I woke up in Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Not a hero blessed with a cheat skill or a divine mission. Just me-an orphan with too many regrets, too many memories, and absolutely no business surviving in a city built around a Dungeon that devours people every day. At first, survival was all that mattered. Find food. Earn money. Stay alive long enough to see tomorrow. Then the Dungeon started changing things. A mysterious ability that shouldn't exist. Knowledge of events that haven't happened yet. Monsters that seem to recognize me before I recognize them. The deeper I go, the harder it becomes to tell where luck ends and something far stranger begins. Around me, Orario continues moving toward the future I remember. Bell Cranel chases his dream. Familias rise and fall. Heroes are born. But people are not stories. As new bonds form and old wounds refuse to stay buried, I find myself caught between the world I came from and the one slowly becoming home. Some scars survived death. Some losses never truly ended. And some encounters feel far too familiar for comfort. I never wanted to replace anyone's story. I only wanted a chance to live my own. The problem is that Orario seems to have other plans.

In his freshman year, Max-weeb and two-time Otaku League champion-got exactly what he wished for: Truck-kun sent him straight into the DanMachi universe. The catch? He's in a Devil's body. The world? Filled with monsters, blessed adventurers, the legendary OEBD, and gods desperate for entertainment. Surviving seemed hard enough-until a goddess decided he was worth her personal attention. Shit!

Never would I've thought that a simple water ball would awaken those feelings inside of me, as the day passed, memories falling to pieces together to awaken an ability that brings me trauma and dread towards the future. As the day passed, more knowledge and different future that lies ahead of me appeared and scare me. I tried to bear through the world, and see what kind of struggle I can make before stopping at the juncture where I can make a change. In this godforsaken world... I wonder, what change can I make?