Living My Third Life In Danmachi

I have lived thrice.



Once, in a world where everything was normal.

Twice, in a world where the body I inhabited belonged to a character I once read about, and though strange, that world was peaceful.

And now, in this brutal land, where survival is a constant battle against hunger, monsters, and the cruelty of fate.



I was born into a remote farming village, where hardship was all I knew. At fourteen, when a monstrous raid threatened to wipe out my home, I prepared for the inevitable—death.



But then, he arrived.



A lone man, cloaked in an aura that defied reason, obliterated the attackers with a single lightning strike. No chants, no preparation—just raw, overwhelming power. And instead of reveling in his strength, he simply asked:



"Does this village sell booze?"



Something was wrong about him.



Despite the instincts honed through two past lives, I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. This man—he felt untouchable, like he could never die. And when he called me by a name he shouldn’t possibly know, my world cracked apart.



Who is he?

What does he want?

And how does he know things no one in this world should?



That single encounter marked the beginning of a journey that would unravel everything—about this world, about myself, and about the truth hidden beneath reality itself.