In the world of Danmachi, he was a pauper god—a divine entity shackled by the "Great Compromise" and the bureaucratic red tape of the Guild. But in the grand tapestry of the multiverse? He was the genuine article. He was the catalyst for legends, a Chief God whose very name could set the Sea of Stars ablaze with the fires of industry and war.
[Novice Gift Pack has been issued. Open immediately?]
Open it, Genji commanded, his mental voice devoid of its earlier desperation.
[Opening Novice Gift Pack...] [Congratulations, Host. You have obtained:] 1. [World Selection (Beginner) x1]: A one-time bypass of the dimensional veil to anchor a recruitment link in a foreign reality. 2. [Passive Skill: Divine Appraisal]: The eyes of the War God. Granting the ability to perceive the true nature, latent potential, and hidden history of any non-divine entity.
A sudden, crystalline clarity washed over Genji's senses. It wasn't an intrusive flood of data; it felt like a dormant muscle had finally flexed after eons of atrophy.
Subconsciously, he turned his gaze toward a Level 1 adventurer loitering by a fruit stall—a man named Rick Dorn. Instantly, a translucent HUD manifested in Genji's vision, dissecting the man's existence with brutal efficiency.
[Name: Rick Dorn] [Potential: D (Mediocre. No unique bloodline. Projected Ceiling: Lv.2)] [Background: Country farmhand. Driven by dreams of overnight wealth. Personality: Timid.]
Genji's lips thinned. Too detailed, he thought with a dark grin. I can see his cowardice before he even draws a blade. In a city like Orario, where every third person was a grifter or a silver-tongued recruiter, this wasn't just a skill—it was the ultimate predatory advantage.
He didn't waste another second. He snatched his crooked wooden sign from the dirt and bolted back to his dilapidated shrine.
BANG.
The heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing out the noise of the slums. In the dim, dusty interior, Genji threw himself into a creaky chair and summoned his full status.
Divine Status: Genji
True Name: Genji (Conceptual Divinity)
Titles: Lord of War, Master of Iron and Blood, Terminator of All Things... (108 hidden entries)
Familia Rank: I (Statistically lower than a stray dog).
Funds: 150 Valis (Sustenance for three days of dry bread).
Divine Authorities:
[Instinct]: A primordial understanding of all combat and craft. You don't learn; you remember.
[Legacy of Embers]: Supreme authority over the forge. You can analyze and replicate any weapon. Quality is limited only by materials.
Divine Power: [SEALED] — Current Reserves: ∞
"Lower than a stray dog, huh?" Genji muttered, his eye twitching at the System's commentary. "Enjoy the jokes while you can, you piece of junk. It's time to start the engine."
"System! Use World Selection!"
The air in the room didn't just vibrate; it groaned. Genji felt the foundations of reality ripple as his consciousness was pulled upward, piercing through the sky of Orario and the crystal spheres of the world, casting his spirit into the Sea of Possibilities.
[Initiating Random World Search...] [Filtering for: High-Potential Candidates...] [Filtering for: Safe Initial Landing Point...] [Target Locked: World Code S-14] [Alias: Armed Girl's Machiavellianism]
Genji watched as a single point of light, shimmering with the delicate pink of falling cherry blossoms, expanded to fill his vision.
[Anchor Point: Aichi Coexistence Private Academy] [Context:] A high-school battlefield where "correctional education" involves blades and face-paint. The academy is ruled by the Five Swords, a cadre of elite female martial artists who have reduced the male population to submissive, makeup-wearing "coexistents."
Genji's eyebrows shot up. As a transmigrator, he recognized the "Flavor" of this world immediately. It was a realm of peak human martial arts—no magic, no gods, just the raw, lethal elegance of the blade and the breath.
[High-Potential Candidates:] 1. Inaba Tsukiyo: (The Cloud Sword). Style: Yagyu Shinkage-ryu. Blind, hyper-perceptive, a prodigy of silence. 2. Kirukiru Amou: (The Empress). Style: Ryukyu Ancient Martial Arts. A physical apex predator with hand-blades that rival steel.
"Aichi Academy," Genji whispered, a predatory glint returning to his eyes. "A world of warriors who have mastered the blade without the help of a God. Imagine what they'll do once I give them a Falna."
He stood up, the dust of his tiny shrine swirling around him like a nascent storm. "System. Prepare for transit. Let's go pick up my first 'Child.'"