Danmachi: My Teleport Skill is too Powerful - Prologue + Chapter 1 (Patreon)

A new opportunity.

That is what Kael received after a life full of misfortunes.

The goddess gave him a choice: "In which world would you like to be reincarnated?" Without a second thought, Kael replied.

"The world of Danmachi, of course."

Unaware of what abilities he might receive, he was sent to that world, taking over the body of a boy from a remote village.

Little did he know that the system and the teleportation ability he had been granted had no limits.

And do you know what happens when something has no limits? IT BREAKS THE WORLD!

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Prologue

A spacious floor, rocky walls, and a humid atmosphere.

A man stood in the middle of the corridor, breathing heavily. His body felt heavy, and he was exhausted from the amount of magic he had used.

A few meters ahead, a creature stared at him.

It was tall, thin, and completely black. Its eyes and mouth were nowhere to be seen, but the man was certain the creature was looking directly at him.

'It seems smarter than the other monsters I've faced.' The man swallowed nervously, then tightened his grip on his sword.

The creature grew tired of waiting for him and charged forward at full speed.

Like a shadow, it closed the distance between them.

The monster raised both arms simultaneously, each ending in claws resembling long knives. If the man were hit, he would undoubtedly suffer a fatal wound. Just imagining the pain sent shivers down his spine.

'I can't keep up with its speed very well.' The man clicked his tongue in frustration.

Even though he struggled to follow the monster's movements, he managed to react in time. It had been a close call, though.

Just as the creature reached him and swung its claws, the man vanished from its sight, reappearing directly behind it. He swung his sword with all his strength.

However, the creature suffered little damage.

Its defense was also superior to that of the other monsters he had faced.

It was nothing like a Goblin or a Kobold.

After being struck, the creature twisted its body, attempting to hit the man, who had already teleported away. And so, the battle between them unfolded. The creature attacked, the man teleported behind it and struck, then teleported away again.

It was a rather cowardly fighting style, but the man didn't care.

Staying alive was what mattered. Nothing else.

After several long minutes, the creature finally died, leaving a magic stone on the ground. The man bent down and picked it up, placing it in his bag alongside all the others. Then he said,

"It's better to leave. I'm exhausted."

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw another one of those creatures.

No... Three of them.

Something rare. Extremely rare.

"A small group of War Shadows!?" The man laughed. "I've never heard of this happening before. Just as I thought, I'm incredibly unlucky."

Trying to fight them would be foolish, so he came to a conclusion.

"It's better to run. If I die, the Goddess will be disappointed. I only joined her Familia recently... She was so happy to have a new member."

He smiled.

"Dying now is out of the question."

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Chapter 1 - A special person.

A man sat on the side of the road with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, lamenting his life.

"Shit, what did I do to deserve all this? Why was I treated like that?"

Memories of what had happened that morning flooded his mind.

Something had happened that he had never imagined would happen.

He had been humiliated, insulted, and kicked out of the company where he had worked for nearly fifteen years. He didn't know what had happened, but his boss was blaming him for something he hadn't done.

Even though he had tried to explain himself, his boss refused to listen.

"Shit, shit, shit!" the man shouted, throwing his beer bottle onto the ground.

"Hey, you drunk! Watch it! You're going to hit someone!" A group of teenagers had happened to walk by at that exact moment and started picking a fight with him. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Leave me alone!" he shouted, trying to drive the teenagers away.

"Hey, mister, I don't like it when people talk to me like that."

The man finally looked at the face of the person he had assumed was a teenager.

'Shit...'

He was looking at a tall man nearly two meters in height, whose body was covered in tattoos. In Japan, that could only mean one thing.

The man began trembling violently and stammered, "S-Sorry, I've just had a really rough day, and—"

Before he could finish speaking, the tattooed "giant" kicked him hard in the side of the head, sending him crashing to the ground.

The man's mind went blank, and his vision spun wildly.

"Hey, hey, you kicked him way too hard," he heard someone say. "We'd better get out of here. A lot of people saw that. Someone will probably call the police."

The group of three tattooed men walked away, leaving him lying on the ground.

His vision was still spinning, and everything was beginning to grow a little dark.

He felt as though he might throw up at any moment.

"Hey, watch out!"

"Aaaaaah! Get out of the way! Move!"

"Get back! Watch out!"

Then he began hearing several desperate screams. At the same time, his vision started returning to normal, and he saw two enormous headlights coming straight toward the sidewalk where he was lying.

BEEEEEP!

A loud horn blared in his ears.

The man froze.

Then time stopped.

Everything around him came to a standstill. Only he could move normally.

He raised a hand to his nose, which was bleeding. After looking at the blood, he tried to move out of the truck's path, but...

Something was stopping him. Some kind of invisible wall.

"You won't be able to escape your death, no matter how hard you try."

The man heard a beautiful female voice.

He turned around and saw a tall blonde woman with golden eyes and hair of the same color. She wore a long white dress decorated with roses from top to bottom.

It looked similar to a wedding dress.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"Who am I? Well, does that really matter right now?"

"..."

Overwhelmed by anguish and fear, the man asked, "Am I going to die?"

He stared at the woman intently.

"Yes. No matter what you do, you won't be able to escape that truck in time. Your body will be crushed to pieces. But don't worry, it will be a quick death."

"Ah... Ha... Hahaha... Hearing that doesn't make me feel any better. What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing. You didn't do anything."

"I came from a poor, dysfunctional family. I studied hard to get a job at that company, only to be treated like garbage in the end! I didn't do anything wrong, you know? Someone framed me!"

"Yes, I know."

"And now you're telling me I'm going to die!?" Tears welled up in the man's eyes. "Go fuck yourself!"

"I'm sorry, but I have nothing to do with that."

"Nothing? Aren't you God? Couldn't you have changed my fate?"

"I can't alter reality the way you think I can. All I can do is take care of the souls of those who have already passed away."

"Do you always do this? Stop time to have a chat with someone who's about to die? Are you some sadistic God who enjoys mentally torturing people?"

"No, of course not."

The woman smiled, not particularly bothered by what the man was saying. She knew he was extremely frustrated. She had encountered many people like him before.

And even people much worse.

"I only appear before people who deserve it. People who haven't had the chance to enjoy life enough. People who want to live more than anything else, even though they've had unfortunate lives. I appear before special people like you."

The man heard those words and thought, 'Someone special? Me?'

"Yes, you're special."

She approached him and gently touched his tear-streaked cheek with her pale hand.

"That's why I'm going to give you a choice. Would you like to be reincarnated into another family in this world, or would you prefer to experience something different?"

"Reincarnated into another family? A rich family?"

"I can't choose the family for you, so it'll all depend on your luck."

"Fuck that! My luck is shit. I refuse to choose that option!"

"Then you want to experience something different."

"And what would that be?"

"I'll allow you to choose a world you'd like to go to. Any world you want. The world of a work of fiction you really love. Anime, movies, games. Isn't that fun?"

Hearing the woman's words, the man was left speechless.

"An otaku Goddess?"

"Don't insult me like that."

"Ah, sorry. If I choose a fantasy world, can I choose an ability to take with me?"

"Unfortunately, no. However, I always give special people like you a system and an extremely powerful ability. It's random, though. I'm sure you'll be able to survive in whichever world you choose."

Hearing those words, the man's heart began to race.

He had been an otaku since his teenage years.

He had consumed countless anime, manga, and light novels, so there were many worlds he liked and found interesting. However, the work he had always loved the most, especially because of its characters, was...

DanMachi.

"DanMachi! I want to go to the world of DanMachi. Preferably as a member of a powerful Familia."

"Unfortunately, you don't get to choose that. We're running out of time, so I'd better get this over with. See you later."

As soon as she said that, time resumed its normal flow, and the man named Hiro felt excruciating pain throughout his entire body.

That Goddess had lied. His death hadn't been nearly as quick as she'd promised.