The world was a limbo of colours, with countless colours flashing across his vision like flashing neon light, then came sudden awareness. The five senses coming back one by one, the first to awaken was hearing then came smell, touch, sight respectively.
"Where am I? or Who am I?"
He muttered in profound confusion and emptiness while questioning the air as if it held all the answers of his existential questions. Then, his gaze fell on a rock besides the ground he was sprawled on, with some dried blood splattered over it, looking like it was spilled some time ago across the rock.
"Argh..Argh...Haa!" He screamed as a sudden headache hit his head like a fright train, making him grab his head with both his hands, covering his hands with dried blood, splatted across his head, but he did not have enough awareness to focus on it, because his mind was flashing across memories of a life lived, whole fifteen years lived in this world.
"Ha,ha..hahahahah…. Danmachi!" He spoke tumbling to the ground as his mind processed the memories in his mind, and started taking deep breaths which fully turned into a full blown laughter at the thought of having been transmigrated into one of the anime's he considered interesting, Danmachi.
Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon?, Danmachi for short, it was a Japanese anime following the protagonist Bell Cranel and his adventures in Orario, the dungeon city, and now he had transmigrated into the protagonist of that very same anime 'Bell Cranel'.
"No way? I'm Bell Cranel? I'm not dreaming right?" He questioned himself while pinching his cheek, pain from the pinch snapped him out of his euphoric state and the pain along with the memories in his mind represented an undeniable fact to him, that this was real, no hallucination, no joke by some cosmic god, nor a grand illusion.
His memories did not carry much things except for some Japanese culture understood from anime, a huge amount of anime's, manga's and novels, along with a huge ton of Chinese novels, with their ching chong, ding dong shit.
"I don't remember how I died or who even I was before transmigration but, I do have the memories of my predecessor, the original Bell Cranel, I guess my predecessor was pretty clumsy to have kissed life goodbye while stumbling on wet soil, hitting his head on a hard rock." He spoke with a hint of pity while glancing at the dried and crusted blood on his hands along with the dried blood on the rock nearby, with the recent memories of his predecessor filling him in about how clumsy and unfortunate the old Bell was.
From what he comprehended from the old Bell's memories, he was on his way to Orario after his grandfather left one day without any indications or warnings, just leaving a small parchment behind urging him to go to Orario and have his own adventures in the dungeon city.
Though through his cannon memories he now understood who his grandpa really was, It was still hard not to feel the same melancholy like his predecessor when the only memories he had were those of the old Bells, maybe he was clutching and imprinting on those memories since his own sense of self was negligible, with only memories of fiction probably a boon or golden finger staple for transmigrators.
"I should probably get moving, it's not safe to stand dumbly in the forest and think about these things when I can get attacked by animals at any moment." He spoke while taking in his surroundings, high trees with their foliage blocking some sunlight, along with wet soul covering the ground with some patches of grass.
He quietly picked up the rock which had half a hand in his transmigration and put it casually in a small leather sachet on his back.
While starting to move with caution, anxiety and a tinge of fear as he walked through the dense forest, searching for a mud road following which would lead to directly Orario's main gate, as the village chief from the village lying just outside the forest had told his predecessor when he spend a night there on his way to Orario.
After searching with no head or tails for an hour straight, he finally found the mud road cutting straight through the forest, with carriage marks leaving trails all over it.
After following that road for four hours straight, he finally saw the outline of a huge city boundary becoming visible in the distance, with a grand tower stretching endlessly towards the sky, It was the 'Tower Of Babel' which could be seen even from such a long distance.
"So Beautiful...yet terrifying." He mumbled in incredulity and awe while gazing at the enormous tower piercing through the sky. Think about five hundred stories mega buildings depicted in anime's and increase the scale and size by another five hundred times. That was the type of construction monstrosity lying before his eyes, even though it was so far away from him, It technically should've looked small like any other construct from this far away, but it did not, it was like the Kami's Tower from Dragon Ball.
"That is where my adventure begins." He spoke with anticipation bleeding through his words as he quickens his steps, wanting to reach that surreal tower and the dungeon city of Orario, and the stunning adventures waiting inside.