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Part 1: Is It Wrong To Meet Someone From Another World?
It was a normal day in Orario. People walking through the streets, either heading to work or just roaming the dungeon city. Merchants selling their goods at their stands on a market, other adults going to work and children running around playing and laughing with one another. And of course adventurers were also roaming the streets, either going to the dungeon or to other places as some of them could easily be picked out of the crowd by just looking at them, given that they were running around in their armor and with their weapons ready to be drawn.
One individual that did not stick out of the crowd like that was a certain white-haired, young looking man with pale skin. His left eye was sky sapphire-blue, while the right one was ruby-red. Both eyes bore slit like pupils similiar to that of a snake or a cat. His name was Arman Silva, also known as the Successor of the Blood, the Queenslayer and other titles, which only very few people in this world knew about.
That was mostly due to the fact, that he was not of this world to begin with.
Yes it sounded like straight out of the numerous isekai novels and manga one could find in a book store, but that was what happened.
After defeating the Virgin Born and reabsorbing the relics alongside his lover Io, a sudden explosion took place and the two revenants found themselves in this world. As for now, Arman was in Orario and worked hard as an adventurer to make a living to bring his love Io from the village where the two had been living before to Orario as well. However, the current state of his situation could be called... suboptimal given that he as the sole member of the Hestia Familia was living with the same goddess in the basement of the ruin of a church and right now was using most of his money to pay the massive debt Hestia had collected over the years from her fellow goddess Hephaestus.
(Meanwhile in an entirely different universe, a certain brown-haired reincarnated NEET could understand that completely given that he too was living with a goddess, who had the unbelievable ability of collecting debt wherever there was civilization.)
So not exactly the perfect conditions to bring your girlfriend over to live with you. At least, he knew that she was fine as the two of them sent letters to one another. That was when a certain goddess was nt hiding them or throwing them out of jealousy into the trash bin.
Right now, Arman Silva walked around the streets of Orario in a calm manner. The Monsterphilia Incident had past and luckily no one was hurt or killed in that event. Quite miraculous when taking into consideration that lots of monsters were on a rampage and so many people were packed so close together.
He was on his way back home to the abandoned church from the guild. The magic stones harvested from the dungeon had once more given him enough valis to pay another portion of Hestia's dept to Hephaestus and support their tiny familia. Meanwhile he couldn't help but shoot the Tower Babel a look once in a while since he had destroyed the top of the humongous building last night to give a certain Norse goddess a piece of his mind. Ever since then, most of Orario's atmosphere was bit tenser than usual. After all the Freya Familia was the most powerful familia in all of Orario and picking a fight with them was not exactly something many would consider sane.
Arman on the other hand couldn't really care any less as he simply minded his own business, while walking through the streets in his guild-loaned armor.
At the same time in an alternative timeline to the one where Arman was, Babel was not destroyed last night. Instead something killed the Goliath, the Monster Rex on the 17th floor and also destroyed most of the area where it spawned as it was as if the walls, ceiling and floor had melted. No one could actually explain this to themselves as they knew of no force that could have done this.
Meanwhile on the surface, a certain person stuck out of the crowd rather easily as this person wore full plate armor, covering them from head to toe. White armor with red lines over it gleamed a little in the afternoon sunlight as out of the horned helmet only a pair of eyes was visible for onlookers to see. On his back he carried a simple looking greatsword. This was strange for the most adventurers in Orario as only few people had enough money for full plate armor and even those that wore heavy armor usually were not covered from head to toe with it. Not to mention that it also would need to be able to withstand even the blows of a monster, which easily overpowered most humans, meaniing it would be expensive as hell.
The reason why this person that had been in Orario only for a few months now was able to have such gear and that without being part of a familia was also because he was not of that world in the first place.
Scyron Infernalis (or Micheal Ryder as his name used to be as a human) was an archdevil, a high level demon and one of the final stages of the devil evolution line that players could take in the DMMORPG YGGDRASIL. After 12 years of service, the company unplugged the servers of the game, while Scyron had been staying online until the end at midnight, actually expecting to be forcefully logged out. Instead however, he found himself in the upper levels of the dungeon and that in his game avatar as his body. The change from being a human being to a demonic entity had been a complicated one, but eventually, Scyron got used to both his new body and the powers from the game he had. Though his sometimes... 'unstable' mind was still causing problems sometimes.
Ever since then, the player had been staying in Orario, making a living as an adventurer and exploring the dungeon as that was by far the most logical thing for him to do. Income was easily earned, information about the world could be aquired very easily and he got to test his powers. He didn't really have a goal so far other than exploring the dungeon and hopefully one day clearing it, but recent events had actually kept him away from the dungeon for a while as he just returned yesterday to the city.
Scyron roamed the streets of Orario the day after the Monsterphilia. The archdevil wasn't one to boast with his own accompishments, but for killing off the monsters, that had run on a rampage, and that without having a single death to report throughout Orario he could actually pat himself on the shoulder. Though he still had no idea who was the one behind that and he unfortunately had been unable to be there when Bell was attacked by that silverback, which left Hestia in a bedridden state for now.
Surely that small goddess was full of energy, but the YGGDRASIL player was sure that she should at least rest a day or two before going back to work. Though he had bigger fish to fry. Like for example checking on the worm-like insect player Reiji he had put on the 18th Floor to get used to the dungeon. The last thing he needed right now was to explain to Mia Grand and the staff of the Hostess of Fertility how it came that he was housing a massive, speaking, worm-like monster in his room when pets were not allowed.
Still, for now he was simply going on a stroll through Orario, just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. No spies were around this morning and nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen. It seemed like today was going to be a good day.
What neither Scyron or Arman had expected was for fate wanting them to meet.
*Thud*
"Uff."/"Ugh."
That was when suddenly the revenant rounded a corner and bumped into someone, who had not been there before. At least he swore that was the case as people didn't just 'appear' out of thin air.
"Oh. Sorry about that?" A voice said as Arman looked up to spot a large person clad in white armor with red markings on it. The face was concealed in a helmet with a pair of horns. The armored figure looked a bit intimidating when taking all the other adventurers into consideration, who mostly only wore individual armor plates over their clothes, however this person didn't give off any hostility.
'What? When did he appear?' Arman thought surprised. Unknown to him, said person thought just the same.
"Don't worry about it..." Then the revenant noticed something. Something about this guy's aura. And apparently he was not the only one as the person clad in armor looked with red eyes onto him. For a moment both were just standing there in the middle of the road and looked at one another, seizing each other up. One did so by reading the other's aura. The other by using magic.
'What the hell?' Scyron thought to himself as [Life Essence] and [Mana Essence] made the HP and MP of a target in his vision actually visible in a rather bizarre way. However what the devil player could tell was that the Person he had bumped into was much stronger than any adventurer he had come across. 'I swear not even the gods I've checked out earlier had such crazy high stats.'
'This guy... He's strong... stronger than the usual adventurers...' Unknown to both of them, they thought the same thing in that moment simultaneously as they reached the most logical conclusion in their minds. 'Could it be...'
'Another revenant?'
'Another YGGDRASIL player?' They both thought... and both couldn't have been more wrong.
Both of them suddenly had the urge to grab their weapons for the worst case. Conflicts between individuals were not a rarity neither back where they came from nor here in Orario, where familias literally waged wars against one another. Some adventurers were literally ready to kill or cripple another adventurer if it was for their own benefit or that of their familia.
That was the dark side of Orario. A proxy war the gods would fight with their children when they'd clash with one another.
That was where Arman was in the disadvantage. He only had the knife Hestia had given him and this man had a greatsword on his back. However a fight between them would not only be impossible to go unnoticed, but also it might drag Innocents into this mess. Then suddenly the tension in the air was defused.
"Would you mind if I had a word with you?/There's something I want to ask you." The two men asked before looking at one another with wide eyes.
'What the heck is with this development?' They both thought, before the armored person spoke up again.
"Sure, ask away." He said, the tension replaced with a neutral tone.
"Not here. I know a place. Come." Arman said as he guided the other man to an alley, away from the main street. Once both were sure they were alone, the two of them stared at one another once again, unsure what to expect, but prepared for the worst. This time Arman initiated the talk.
"I'll be direct with you. Are you a revenant?" Arman asked.
Seconds past until the armored man finally answered.
"Huh?" He said, tilting his head sideways as if to underline his confusion with gesticulations.
'A revenant? Last time I checked those were undead monsters from YGGDRASIL belonging to the zombie type undead like ghouls and draugrs. Do I appear like a zombie? No that cannot be it. Still there's no revenants in this world as far as I know nor was there any monster called a revenant in this place.' The armored devil thought as in his mind the image of a revenant from his game appeared. A humanoid zombie with enlargened, razor sharp teeth and claws, where one might not be able to tell that it was human once.
Yeah he definitely didn't look like that.
Arman meanwhile looked at the knight with sceptical eyes. The person before him had gone silent as he looked at Arman in visible confusion while apparently being deep in thought. 'He could be faking it to attack me when I least expect it, but somehow I am not doubting him. Still better be safe than sorry.' Arman thought to himself. "I'll ask again. Are you a revenant?" He said. In response the knight scoffed.
"I don't really know what your meaning when you say revenant. Better question, who are you when no creature with that name exists in this world?" He said pointing at Arman, who took a step back cursing in his mind at this slip-up from his side. Amongst all the monsters of the dungeon there was a small category that one could call undead, but none of them was like the Lost that Arman had faced before. And none of them were called revenants by the people of this world.
"Shouldn't one give their own name before asking someone else for their own?" The revenant asked as his body got into a slight crouch. Immediately, the devil also tensed up.
"Normally one isn't dragged into some shady alley without getting mugged, kidnapped, raped, murdered or everything at once." The armored person pointed out as the two once more reached a moment filled with an awkward silence. For another moment neither of them moved even a finger, observing the reaction of the other with caution. Both of them knew that it could be over in a heartbeat. A bullet punching through a skull. A sword tearing through a heart. A spell thrown their way. With their level of combat experience both of them knew too well how fast a life could be taken.
Then the two relaxed visibly with deep sighs.
"Fine then. You seem to be okay enough. The name's Scyron. And you?" Scyron introduced himself.
"Arman. Arman Silva." The revenant replied.
"Let me guess. You also got brought into this world, didn't you?" Scyron asked.
"How did you..."
"Using the name of an undead monster unheard of for the people of this world. A strangely modern name and a powerful aura. I think I said enough." Scyron concluded, cutting Arman off. Once more the revenant was caught off guard.
'He can sense my aura? How?' He thought to himself. "What about yourself? If you knew all this I doubt you are human yourself? And you clearly are not a god. Your presence is strong, but dark. It's the complete opposite to the gods to be honest." Now it was Scyron's turn to take a step back. Then he actually chuckled.
"So you can tell... Fine then, now allow me a last question myself. Does the word YGGDRASIL mean anything to you?" Scyron asked.
'Say what now?' Arman blinked in confusion. He had read about it, but most of it was already thrown out if his memories. "You mean the world tree from Norse mythology? The tree of life?" Arman asked.
Silence reigned supreme once more in the alley as the two men looked at one another in silence, observing the other's body language.
Later
"So you're telling me you came from a dystopian world where giant monsters roam the land, humanity's civilization was destroyed and you 'revenants', some sort of weird biological experiment gone wrong, survive by being locked up by some barrier and by drinking blood." Scyron summarized.
"Pretty much in a nutshell, though your story isn't exactly normal either. I mean your world was a dystopia itself, but by mankind's own making and you somehow got here in this world with a game avatar as your body when said game's servers shut down, making you a demon." Arman replied.
"Archdevil, if I may ask Mr. Vampire." The YGGDRASIL player corrected.
"Revenant." The successor of the blood shot back.
The two of them were currently sitting in the Hostess if Fertility, however the two of them noticed two things. One, the personnel didn't recognize Scyron, who had apparently been legally living in one of the rented rooms for more than a month already.
And two, they didn't recognize Arman either. While Syr did say that the heterochromatic-eyed revenant was cute, she didn't make any more advances to him, which was good since he had Io waiting back home, but strange nonetheless. Especially after yesterday. Not even Mia Grand recognized then and the two where sure that the dwarf woman was able to tell certain people apart.
Sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, the two had been exchanging stories about their time in Orario and how they got there, though they kept their voices low to not attract anymore attention they already did by the way they looked. To be honest, by the end of Arman's tale Scyron really wanted to give the vam- revenant a hug or something, given how sad his story from his world was, and a pat on his back for actually blowing up Freya's home, but he was more confused at his story here in Orario as it looked like Arman was pretty much taking the role of a certain white-haired boy he knew. Also he didn't know that Bell had any comerades in the Hestia Familia.
"So what we make of this?" Scyron asked after a moment of silence. The drinks on their table were still untouched and the devil really didn't need Mia chase them out for wasting food, so he grabbed his mug of ale and downed it's contents with one go. His Poison Resistance pretty much made it impossible for him to get drunk anyway.
"To be honest, I don't know. While I can't say how to help you, it probably is better to investigate this situation together as we both are affected by it." Arman said. The devil nodded at this. After all both of them were connected by basically the same origins and thus there was a certain feeling of kinship. Both of them knew how it was to be suddenly thrown into another world without a warning and finding oneself in a very foreign place. Also both of them were inhumane beings that before did not exist in this world, meaning they were literally the only ones of their own kind in the world...as far as they knew of course.
Sure in Scyron's case there were the imps in the dungeon or that Monster Rex of 49th Level Balor, but those were unintelligent nonsentient beings, so calling them his kind would be a bit insulting his pride as an archdevil.
Still both of them could agree that suddenly finding another otherworldler that hailed from a completely different world than themselves was something they had clerly not thought possible. The question was what to make out of it and how it would relate to the situation at hand. The staff of the Hostess of Fertility didn't recognize them and on their way here, the two of them were constantly being looked at by civilians and adventurers alike. One would actually think that they got used to their looks over the time they had been on Orario already. But the fact that not even Mia, Syr, Anya or the other staff members of this inn remembered them was actuall putting the two otherworldlers on high alert.
It was as if- That was when both men suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Excuse me sir. I think you lost something." Syr said when Arman's head pretty much snapped towards the waitress, while Scyron just turned around a bit startled by Arman's reaction. What he saw made his brain shut down for a second before rebooting.
"Okay what the actual fu-" Scyron said as he saw none other than Bell Cranel as Syr handed him a small magic stone.
Arman was equally shocked as he recognised this scene.
After all, that was exactly how he got scammed by Syr in the first place. It was the same scene, the same time of day and the same place. The only difference here was Syr actually wrapping a white haired and red eyed young boy around her finger as he was acting like a rabbit, no a bunny. Bell Cranel was a damn albino bunny when it came to his personality as he sputtered excuses for not being able to accept sandwiches from Syr and how red his face was getting.
The two of them watched the whole exchange unfold, which ended with Bell running off to the dungeon after promising to come back for dinner, while Syr skipped back into the kitchen after Mia called her.
"..."/"..."
Both Arman and Scyron were speechless, until the archdevil suddenly grabbed Arman's mug and downed it's contents in one go as well.
"Okay, I'm awake." He said with a small burp.
"You think you can make sure I'm awake as well?" Arman asked before something hit his leg with some force. Looking down a bit startled he saw the devil's bony tail laying on the ground before retreating into the armor again, before anyone could have noticed it. "Okay, I'm conscious too. But what the hell was that?" The revenant asked. Scyron put his elbows on the table and rested his chin onto the back of his hands as he began thinking. After a few seconds he suddenly shot from his seat.
"It can't be... It can't..." Scyron said seeming looking at nothing.
"What can't be? What is it?" Arman asked as the devil turned to him.
"Arman. I think we got sent into another timeline where neither of us appeared in Orario."
The successor of the blood needed a moment to let those words sink in as he started to make sense out of it. In Scyron's universe, he had basically taken Bell's role. Therefore, Bell was also scammed by Syr, though to what degree their timelines were the same was unknown. After all he was not such an introverted boy.
However, it also meant Io was most likely not here. And that thought downright drowned his mood with worry. After all, while he was sure that Io would be fine in the village, he still could have returned to it any time if needed. Now if the archdevil player's conclusion was actually correct, he was stuck in some alternative timeline with no way back and therefore couldn't do anything for the case anything would happen to Io. With Freya being so hot on his heels back home, it was not unthinkable that she would use his lover against him if she was to find out about Io's existence while he was stuck here. With other words, the situation was bad for the Successor of the Blood, especially since he couldn't feel his mental link to Io right now.
At that moment, Scyron's voice tore him out of his thoughts as the devil simply voiced his thoughts out, instead of keeping them to himself. Very loudly...
"Oh no!" The archdevil player cried out in the bar, holding his head with both hands and standing there like an idiot while everyone else looked at him with shock and surprise.
'Why are you shouting like that when you don't want to be suspicious?!' Arman thought sweatdropping as he shot the devil a deadpan look, before quietly muttering to himself. "Yare yare daze..."
To be continued...
Hi guys. Don Orbit here with another little omake story idea.
This is a parody on both my own story Chthonian Infernalis and KhaosKhan's Is It Wrong For A Revenant To Prowl In The Dungeon? based on the four way crossover Isekai Quartet. After writing a few omakes for KhaosKhan, I just thought to myself "Why not make a whole story about that? It sounds fun!" and a few PMs later, this is the first result of that train of thought.
And yes, I did ask KhaosKhan for permission first before any of you tell me to first ask for that, before uploading a parody version of both of our stories. I'm not that desperate for views, you know? Also I gave permission to KhaosKhan to upload the omakes I sent him into his story, so that's out of the way as well.
This omake will progress with the progress of both stories to keep Arman and Scyron and every other character, that will take part in this project, as close to the original as possible. After all, I don't know how exactly Arman will interact with every Danmachi character and I don't want to be spoilered. So I'll try to prevent implanting characters until they had interactions with one another. Of course, there will be slight alterations in the personalities of the characters for the sake of comedy. After all, this is a parody.
But most importantly, as you have seen this story will feature Arman Silva, Bell Cranel and Scyron Infernalis in the same city at the same time. Not even I can fully fathom what sort of stuff might happen with those three around... And those are actually the more normal cast in this project, though the term 'normal' probably can be stretched a lot in world where the gods themselves came down from Heaven and a melting pot environment like Orario.
So yeah, this is not a oneshot and you'll see more of this unlikely, otherworldly duo of an archdevil and a revenant and what they are up to in the original Danmachi timeline in the future.
And with that I say see you next time and...
Next you are going to ask in the reviews "Was that last part a JoJo reference?", aren't you?