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WN: I don't own Danmachi; it belongs to the author Oomori Fujino.

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sfx: (Grunts, Moans, Grrrs, screams, shouts, clink clanks, steps, stomps, etc.)

Thought: 'cuteeee'

speak: "My eyes are down here."

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'I... I am...'

(dimensional suck)

(Rain)

'I feel...

cold.'

(breathe heavily and stand in the wooden cart)

'I'm dead? Is this Skyrim or what?'

(Moving carriage and horse sounds)

(Cough-Cough)

"Where am I?" Shouted after taking a breath with some difficulty.

'Wait! I have to stop this car,' the small figure thought, then he reached the reins of the "carriage" and stopped the tired horses.

"I was tasting poison, and then... I got dimensionally sucked by a black hole created by reincarnated Japanese protagonist denseness?"

"Woah! Why do I sound like that "lucky" boy from a certain 'Zetsubou' series?" Exclaimed the living one after hearing his own voice.

He also took time to look around and at himself, seeing that his body was smaller (classic unknown little hands scene...).

Then he sat on the cart and started doing some Wim-Hof techniques until he coughed a pile of darkened stinky blood on the earth below.

After getting used to the new body, he started looking for food and ended up eating some baked bread and water.

'But I'm feeling stronger, and my senses are strangely better.'

Around him were bodies wearing fantasy clothes with two wearings (Unpractical IRL) leather armor with anime-colored hair.

MC POV:

'I'm sure I transmigrated,' Sinn thought after he took the dagger from his belt and saw a blurry reflection with green hair and purple eyes glowing.

Looking at the bodies, I felt uneasy and sad feeling when I tried to look at their faces. It was like when someone was trying to hide the fact they have done shit and try to act normal, but normal people don't try to act normal...

What is strange since they are dead bodies...

Contemplating my situation, and thinking of how I should act about the lack of wounds in the four bodies, no, five counting with me in the cart, and about who killed them.

Then, I decided to try to remember the memories of this body, and surprisingly it worked.

I felt as if I was separated from the body and submerged into a river of memories I had to understand or it would go away with the flow...

Then, as if it were a misty childhood memory, the information slowly gained back its color and meaning after decades.

Sounds, and the knowledge of everything this body had been through filled my mind, I realized that I had become a half prum, a race of the world I knew as the one who Danmachi series is set on.

I proved to be correct about my assumption when the knowledge of currency, language, races, magic, monsters, gods, the city of Orario, and the dungeon was imprinted in my memory.

I also got the body's past cringe histories about being rejected by a few small Familia's for being "not adventurer material."

Also, a relatable one about getting in love with a Flower shop girl that disappeared after the Grand's Pa and Ma flower shop got destroyed by "anonymous" drunken addicts...

"Sinn's-Krieger," I muttered my new name while having chunni thoughts.

From that flow of new information, I understood what killed the people on the cart. The killer was a book with pages made from the skins of many different creatures that a half-elf carried with him, thinking it was a treasure for its magical nature...

That "book" now lay on the open ground with the cape turned up to the rain, I can read it now easily with the fact that it is written in a strange font like runes but like an English-based language.

"Cursed guide for bad mages, become a baddie Hexer!" I read while thinking about closing it before it kills me, I thought it was not a good idea to touch it, but then the book closed on its own.

Then I suffered some vertigo and let the book fall, so I grabbed the book in my hand stupidly.

I thought something was going to happen, but the book looked a lot "weaker" than I remembered without any sign of magic; it looked like it was more dead than the surrounding corpses.

Opening it, now was full of bad riddles and jokes in a common language.

So I have a golden finger huh? I Remembered the knowledge in the body in a fashion that looked a lot like psychometry, I assumed I must have powers like the ones of a supernatural psychic, so I decided to test it out.

I touched the reins again and tried in the same way that it extracts the memories from the body, this time with more difficulty to "understand" but I managed to absorb some of the driver's "intention" about how to drive, maneuver, and care for horses.

So I started testing "psychometry" on the equipment of the two deceased adventurers, the coachman and the merchant, and their clothes and bags who were with us on the trip, getting knowledge about them, their fighting styles, bargaining, and even a little knowledge about the forging of the short sword that the young dwarf carried.

Thinking about the conditions and feeling my mental fatigue, I decided to test analyzing just the half-elf's body first. On it learning a little more about his fighting style and a basic elf healing spell without using Falna (extremely slow casting with nearly no effect).

I found that I could see the near past memorable experiences the thing I am analyzing had, like what he ate in the entire last week, the sword style he's trained for the past fifteen years, the archery he stopped learning after being convinced he was a coward by drunks in a Pub in Orario, even the girl he spent the money he saved on last year at the red district...

Also got some useful information, like their monster-slaying experience on the first seven floors where he spent the most time, it made me a little annoyed about how it took him five years to rise to level two, and was still considered talented in his little Familia.

Realizing how difficult it is to level up. Also, how "common people" who have Falna would be happy to level up with stats above C and B after years of training and dungeon diving. I was a bit concerned.

Despite I understood that the half-elf wasn't a genius nor did he "seek adventure" having only fought with his team, and against weak monsters.

At least I knew a bit about how excellia is received based upon actions.

Feeling tired, I thought about how I could handle the situation. I ended up deciding to get what was mine and leave the carriage before reaching the main road to Orario. I thought I could at least say I wasn't there when they died if someone asked me about it.

Because I climbed it halfway, the only drawback would be the fact that I had passed the same road, apart from the fact that I came from a different village