Un hombre criado de manera funesta en su niñez de un insólito mundo habitado mayormente por Esper, se convierte en un traficante de armas gracias a su don de baja manipulación sobre metales con el cual las crea, viviendo clandestinamente en un país de personas normales que por ley ejecutan a todo Esper que se encuentre allí, logra alcanzar grandes fortunas gracias a su ilícito negocio. Hasta que un día es asesinado en plena calle por un hombre que blandía una de sus tantas creaciones vendidas. Al abrir sus ojos se da cuenta que había reencarnado como un joven llamado Rozuel Drayt en un mundo de magia y espadas, pero pronto descubrirá que no solo sus recuerdos y experiencia de su vida pasada será lo único en heredar en su nueva vida.

Off the coast of Germany, three kansen sisters sailed in the darkness of the night. All three of them struck with curiosity. Following the trail of anomalous signals, they encountered something - unusual. Something that was not supposed to be there. Something seemingly defying all logic. Among the three sisters, one of them was especially affected by the sheer wonder the anomaly seemed to emanate. Anti-Aircraft frigate FGS Hessen, the third and final ship of the Sachsen-class, is among the most advanced kansen the German Navy has to offer. And yet, her curiosity proved to be her mistake. Accidentally getting too close for comfort to the anomaly, she was subsequently pulled in - resulting in her getting separated from her sisters and stranded in a seemingly familiar, but still foreign world - the world of Azur Lane. Stranded in a world where the concepts of modern naval warfare have been turned upside down, will she adapt by utilizing her technological advantage to the fullest and perhaps find a way home - Or will she sink to the bottom of the ocean, forever abandoned in a world not her own? Disclaimer: This story has been written as a first-timer in the huge domain that is story writing. As such, expect amateur/beginner-typical mistakes in plot and writing, as I still have much to learn/perfect. Update: Greetings! If you read this, it means the story has been completed. In the future, if I have the time, I will use what I have learned to rewrite this story in order to eliminate grammar mistakes, correct (but not completely change) a few plot elements, and completely annihilate all parts where 'script format' is used. It will just be a general cleanup of my writing. Azur Lane belongs to Manjuu.

March 17, 2023.. The day of reckoning that has fallen into this world, whoever created this event surely wants our existence to cease.. I dont know who they are, I don't know what they are, they're creatures that look like humans. But they tamed steel itself forging iron warships that radiates fear and destruction, war machines unlike any other. Just.. who are they? Are they even human.. I cant explain what sort of atrocities have i seen, men die gruesomely, more violent than any war i have ever witnessed. Gore flies out of the mangled corpses of the fallen, and yet despite all dead the destruction still reigns, its horrifying to say the least.. i fear that whoever awakened this sleeping giant.. has filled it.. with terrible.. terrible.. resolve.. By the gods.. make my soul rest easy from this hell on earth, as i take account for my sins.. We need the war to end, before the war will end us.. Disclaimer: this is a fanfic of the story Gate: Thus the JSDF Fought there. Expect it not to be 100% original.

Muerte...la muerte apesta. Ninguna persona viva tiene experiencia previa de primera mano sobre ello, eso es lo que lo hace tan horrible y aterrador. El miedo, el horror, la existencia...desvaneciéndose en la oscuridad...Si. Desangrándose en medio de una bonita noche, una vida parpadea antes de su final. Pequeñas reflexiones cruzan su cabeza mientras el frio agarrota sus extremidades, sus pulmones arden mientras la sangre caliente se derrama por el suelo desde sus heridas y la negrura amenaza con llevárselo hacia la fría y aterradora nada. El FIN. El telón se baja y las luces se apagan, los créditos ruedan por la pantalla y el libro se cierra. Eso es todo lo que queda. Y eso es todo lo que se ha escrito...bueno, no, no esta vez al menos, porque veras, a diferencia de la mayoría, la muerte es con lo que empieza esta historia. Sigue los deslizamientos sinuosos y serpenteantes de una persona normal encerrada en un cuerpo escamoso y lanzado a un abismo de sombras en las que cosas horribles y peligrosas acechan, siempre hambrientos de más sangre. Arrojado repentinamente a una nueva realidad completamente alienígena y ajena a él, en un cuerpo que aún no entiende del todo como funciona, sin brazos, ni piernas, ni pulgares, ¿Cómo podrá sobrevivir aquí?, ¿podrá siquiera hacerlo?, ¿o por el contrario desaparecerá?, engullido por las fauces del miedo y del hambre