The Myth of the Reincarnators
It is a stormy night in Orario, the Labyrinth City, home of Adventurers and Gods. The night skies are covered in thick grey clouds as rain poured down from the heavens above, drenching anyone that was unlucky enough to be without shelter.
And running down the streets in town, is one unlucky adventurer, one that goes by the name of Bell Cranel.
A white-haired boy in his early teens with red eyes, clear signs of albino, his clothing that consists of a brown coat over a black long-sleeved shirt and black pants with a pair leather boots to match drenched in the pouring rain. A lone dagger sits on the back of his waist along with a leather backpack that holds his earnings for the day.
“Ah, what bad luck.” He mutters as he ran as fast as he could, “To think it would rain today…”
After a few turns, he made it to his destination. A worn-down church on the outskirts of town that is his home in this massive city. It’s not the most glamorous place to live, but it is home nonetheless. Home to his Familia, the Hestia Familia.
Even though he calls it a Familia, it’s only just him and his goddess, Hestia.
About a week ago, he came to this city in response to his grandfather last words, with dreams of becoming a hero and maybe meeting his destined girl. Sadly, that didn’t pan out well for him as no Familia is willingly to pick up some random kid from the country, and he keeps getting rejected by every Familia that he hopes to enter.
When he thought that he would never become what his grandfather has wanted him to be, the goddess Hestia appears before him and accepts him into her own, and thus the Hestia Familia is born.
Due to being a newly formed Familia, life was tough for the both of them. To make ends meet, his goddess has picked up a part-time job at a potato snack stall. And due to his new Level One status, he could barely make much money off of the magic stones he has obtained from adventuring in the Dungeon under Orario.
Even so, he is happy with his new life as an Adventurer, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bell opens the door to the church, where the familiar sight of broken-down benches filled him with relief. Thankfully, the roof is somewhat in one piece which shelters them all from the rain.
“Ah, I’m completely drenched…” He sighs, shaking his wet hair as he made his way towards the door that leads to the basement which is the only viable living space in the church.
But when he walks closer, he notices something odd.
Behind the podium, lies a person unconscious on the rotting wooden floor, a female judging from her figure.
“A woman…?” He walks onto the platform, taking care to move past the holes as he took a closer look at the person. It is a young woman, an elf if those pointy years states otherwise. But despite being an elf, her skin is dark, almost like an amazon. She has short silver hair that shows her nape. Over her is a large tattered blanket that covers most of her entire body except for her head.
“What’s a woman doing here?” His eyes wander about, before noticing a lone leather backpack of similar design to his placed next to her. ‘Is that her valuables?’
He slowly got close to her, shaking her slightly in hopes of waking her up, “U-Um… excuse me…? Wake up…?”
The woman flinched from his touch before slowly opening her eyes, revealing beautiful blue eyes. She glanced about, seemingly confused as her pupils wander about, “Where… am I…?”
“Oh, this is the home of Hestia Familia.” He explains to her.
“Familia…?”
She slowly sat up, the blanket falling off her to reveal that she isn’t wearing anything under it, which freaks Bell out as he covers his eyes with cheeks flushed and took several steps back, “W-Where are your clothes!?”
“Clothes…?” She looked down at herself, slowly blinking her eyes a little as she stares at her own body. She then slowly moves her hands up and gropes her own breasts, “This… I have…”
“S-Sorry for looking!” Bell cries out, still covering his eyes, “I didn’t see anything! I promise, I didn’t see anything!!”
The door to basement then opens, as the goddess Hestia peeks out. She has long black hair that she tied into twin tails by a bell ornament in a white ‘dress’ that barely covering her hips with blue string tied under her massive breasts for her small stature. “Bell-kun? Why are you shouting?” She then took notice of the naked woman sitting near the podium, and her eyes widen in shock.
“Bell-kun… who is she…?” She gritted out, her fingers attempting to sink into the wooden door.
“A-Ah, Goddess! T-This is j-just…!”
“How could you do this to me, Bell-kun!?” She cried out running to him and pulling his cheeks harshly, “How could you cheat on me!?”
“G-Goddess, please calm down!!”
“You already have me, and yet you are laying hands on another woman!?”
“I-It’s not like that at all!! I just found her here!!”
“Then why is she NAKED!?”
“I found her like this!!!”
“U-Um…” The woman from before could only look in both confusion and shock, “Is something the matter…?”
“Shut up, you sly fox!” Hestia shouted out as she grasps Bell by his arm, pressing her massive assets into the appendage, “I’ll have you know, Bell-kun is mine!”
“G-Goddess, please…”
“Goddess…?”
“And who are you, anyway!?” She asked angrily, “Why are you stealing Bell-kun from me!?”
“Me? I’m…” She blinked for a moment, before grasping her head as her pupils shrink in what can only be described as horror, “What… is my name…?”
“Huh?”
“I… Who am I…? Why can’t I remember anything!?” She cries out, “Who am I!? What am I!? What is this place!? What’s going on!?”
“A-Ah, c-calm down!!” Bell calls out, “Do you not remember your own name?”
“NO!” She screams, “I can’t remember anything at all!! My mind is completely blank!!”
“Memory loss?” Hestia stated in shock as she watches the elf woman held her head trembling while muttering something under her breath every once in a while.
“…Goddess…” Bell turns to her, with a glint in his eyes that she knows so well.
“…Yeah.” She nodded as she walks up and reaches out to the trembling elf, “Please, come into our home. It’s small, but it’s a lot warmer than out here.”
“…Hm…” The elf nodded, taking the offered hand.
At the same time, in another Familia’s home base, something similar is taking place.
“So, you don’t know how you ended up in our courtyard?” The head of the one of the strongest Familia in all of Orario, the goddess Loki asked her uninvited guest. She has red hair with small narrow eyes that looks like they are always closed with pretty non-flattering figure.
Sitting on the couch in her office facing her is someone that she found unconscious in the heavy rain, in the nude no less, currently wide awake and wrapped in a warm blanket with a warm cup of tea in her hands.
A young Pallum girl, as no girl of her age and stature would boast a rather well-developed body with the exception of a certain goddess that she did not wish to think about in this situation, with long black hair with a few locks of purple in her front bangs. Her eyes are in the shade of garnet, pupils darting about in confusion.
“Hm.” She nodded.
“Not only that, you have no memories of being a Pallum at all.”
“Not to my knowledge.” She concluded, “My memories are a little fuzzy, but I’m pretty certain that I am a human.”
“…This has god’s mischief written all over it…”
The Goddess of Mischief isn’t unfamiliar with stuff like these, for such acts has happened many times before in the distant past before Orario’s founding. Heck, Zeus and Hera is probably the most notable amongst the gods, their bickering is more often the cause of such incident in the Lower World.
“Do you at least remember what happened before waking up here?” She asks the Pallum girl.
“Not much…” She explains, “I remember boarding a plane with some friends of mine… then there was turbulence… after that is a blank…”
“Plane?” The foreign word boggles the goddess’s mind. Never has she heard of such a word before, but the way the girl has said it made it sounds like some kind of a transportation of sorts.
“Yeah, you know, plane.” The Pallum carries on, stretching her arms out to her side as if mimicking a gliding bird, “Plane. Don’t tell me you don’t know what a plane is.”
“…So, it’s a bird that you ride on?”
“Huh? No! How can you not know what’s a plane is!?”
“Never heard of such a thing.”
“Never heard of such a thing…!? What kind of…!?” The girl muttered before looking around, “Just to clarify, where are we right now? What country I am in?”
“Hm? Oh, we’re in Orario.” The goddess replied.
“Orario…? What’s that, a new European country?”
“Oh, no. It’s the Labyrinth City.”
“Labyrinth?”
“It’s due to the Dungeon under the Tower of Babel.” Loki explains, “It’s a huge underground labyrinth filled with monsters of all dangerous sizes and forms. Also, what’s ‘European’?”
“…Never heard of Europe… in a foreign country that has a place called the Tower of Babel… Oh god, if I’m right about this, then I’m either truly fucked, going to have the best time of my life… or I’ve gone completely insane and is hallucinating everything…”
“You okay?” The Goddess of Mischief asked the muttering Pallum girl in worry, “You are muttering up a storm there…”
“No, no. I’m fine!” She tells her, but her darting eyes and sweating pale face states the opposite, “Just that I might be in an alternate fantasy dimension like some Isekai protagonist and is about to go on adventure of a lifetime, or I’m going to end up a fucking chew toy from everyone else!”
“…O…kay…?” Loki blinked in complete confusion, “Can I at least know your name?”
“Huh? Oh! Oh, r-right…! That’s proper manners…” The Pallum clears her throat a little, “Name’s Samerson Tauros. Call me Sam.”
In an alleyway about a minute prior…
The pub named the Hostess of Fertility is having a bit of a slow night due to the heavy winds and pouring rain. Not much people are willing to hang out at a pub when they are stay at home nice and cozy and away from the storm. Why get soaked just a cup of amazing fruit wine?
As such, the only ones that are eating here are mostly Adventurers who came in before the storm kicks in, or hardcore fans of a certain waitress.
And that certain waitress is currently at the back dealing with some waste products that need removing.
Syr Flova, a young human girl with beautiful homely features and bluish grey hair tied in a small knot like a ponytail of sorts with eyes of the same color, opens the door into the alleyway behind the pub carrying two large bags of trash that she drops into the designated baskets.
As she did so, she notices someone lying on the ground next to it.
A young girl, a Hume Bunny with the brownish-red ears atop her shoulder-length hair of similar shade, that looks at least in her early-teens is lying on the gravel-laid ground completely unconscious with nothing but a worn blanket covering her body, that has completely soaked through.
“O-Oh my!” She quickly runs up to her, ignoring the rain soaking into her clothes as she kneeled down next to her, “Miss, are you alright!? Please, wake up!” She shook the girl, but to no avail.
Not only that, when she touches her skin, she can feel cold clammy skin stick to her hands; and that not also mentioning how pale her lips are. “Oh dear! Oh dear, dearie dear!”
“Is something the matter, Syr?” The founder and owner of the pub, a dwarf lady with brown hair and eyes that is rather large for her race that goes by the name Mia Grand, walks out into the alleyway after hearing her worker.
“Ah! Mama! This girl, she’s…!”
“W-What in the…!? Get her inside, quickly! Anya, warm up a tub of water and get some clean towels!”
“Y-Yes, Mama!!”
Myths, legends, stories that are passed down from generations to generations, inspiring millions of people who read its pages.
Its stories are often those of great heroes who accomplishes the impossible, slay the monster of the story, and gets the princess. Of brave adventurers who wander into the unknown, discovering lands and creatures never seen and heard before. Of proud knights who give their all to protect their nation, with loyalty to their monarch unrivalled by no one.
Such are the stories passed down into legends.
And now, a new legend is about to begin.
One of the adventurous spirits, of friendship, of comradery, of loyalty, of love, and of acceptance.
For these future heroes of legends are about to embark on a grand adventure like no other, one that could only be described as Fantastical.
This, the Myth of the Reincarnators.