Is it wrong to watch stories from other worlds in a dungeon? - Danmachi Multicross, In Which Bell&Co Watch things
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1) Bell Crannel, Visionary
Bell Cranel had had many hopes when coming to Orario. Getting a harem. Picking up girls. Picking up girls by saving them heroically in the dungeon!
He'd been a fool.
"I should have listened to Miss Einaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" He cried as he ran desperately down a corridor in the lower fifth floor of The Dungeon.
"HOOOUUUH!!" Bellowed the Minotaur, a monster that could, would and was going to kill him.
'Minotaurs aren't supposed to be in the lower fifthhhhh!!' Bell yelled mentally. Then he tripped, skidded and crawled back at all speed… until his back hit a wall. There were no exits, it was a dead end. Bell Cranel's dead end. The Minotaur loomed, spittle flying from its lips, sharp teeth that no bull had, red eyes glaring at home with unparalleled hate– Its paw came down—
And slid off. Bell stared. The minotaur stared. There was the faintest impression of a line in silver in the air. A flash just like in his imagination. The minotaur fell to bits in a geyser of blood. "Gruoo!?" "Wah!?"
"Are you… okay?" Bell blinked beastly blood from his eyes and saw her. A beautiful girl in gold, silver and blue. Even he knew who she was. The Sword Princess, Ais Wallenstein. Bell's heart feels like it's stopped, just for her. His face was beet red (beneath the blood). His eyes were wide as plates. His mouth dropped open. Like in the songs, this must be love. The warrior tilted her head and extended a hand to help him up.
Bell was shaking. In fact, he was so nervous, he couldn't even raise his arm to take her hand. Suddenly, he felt shy, a level of shyness he couldn't believe even existed. A feeling that ignited an engine within him. In conclusion, some part of him decided, he had to run. He couldn't face her. So he r— bonked his head against a translucent barrier. "Gah!"
The high-class adventurer behind him fell into a guard position.
Bell rubbed his aching head. Oh no. Not now. But it was too late. A translucent bubble had appeared, trapping him. "N-n-not again." Trapping him with Ais Wallenstein. "Not like this!"
"Do you know what this is?" The quiet voice from the golden-haired girl behind him was more intense than its volume would indicate.
Bell stiffened with a small cry. He wanted to claw at the barrier, but he knew it was 'inviolable'. There was no escape. His head crashed harshly against the ground as he turned, eyes closed, and prostrated himself in the ultimate maneuver– "I'm very sorry!" Dogeza!
—Two weeks ago—
"Oh! Bell, you have a skill!" Hestia brightened as she beheld her first child's status. "It's… huh…" She frowned as she read it. "[Visions of Heroes from Worlds Beyond]?" Translated roughly from divine hieroglyphs. The goddess' brow furrowed deeply as she read the frankly absurdly long and seemingly impossible skill description.
"Hm… Goddess? Goddess!?" Bell's voice pulled her away from it. She had been boring holes into his back for five awkwardly silent minutes.
"What is– oh."
The air was different. At the edge of the room, beyond the window, they could see that a translucent barrier separated them from the rest of the world. A world that had stopped in its tracks. A flock of pigeons hung static in mid-air.
The goddess climbed to her feet. "Oh no… It can't be." But after several minutes trying and failing to get out, she conceded that mayhaps she had to do something a bit more drastic. Blue eyes glowed as Hestia inhaled and the red glow of coals manifested across the strands of her hair. But nothing wavered under her authority and she dared not unleash more of her arcanum. "Bell," she asked, "you wouldn't happen to be feeling something like… magic?"
"I-I-I? This w-was me?" The boy was close to panicking. This was not what he'd ever been expecting when he imagined life as an adventurer. He'd already tried to force the barrier, to no avail. Naturally, he felt trapped.
Slap.
Bell raised a hand to where Hestia had slapped him and… "It doesn't hurt?" Indeed, he hadn't felt the impact. He'd turned his face from reflex.
"It's definitely your skill." Hestia spoke, her aspect returning to a normal, short and stacked, black-haired goddess. "[Visions of Heroes from Worlds Beyond] creates a space outside of time. Because it's outside of time, damage can't be dealt. It's… supposedly impossible to break." That strained even her divine belief, to be honest.
"How do we leave? Can I make it go away?" Bell perked up.
"Hm, well. Supposedly, it goes away by itself when the conditions are fulfilled."
"The conditions?"
"Everybody inside has to witness the Visions of Heroes from Worlds Beyond." Hestia nodded. "In other words, we have to… watch? Or read… stories about people from other worlds."
"That's…" It was a lot. Visions? From other worlds? Bell hadn't known other worlds even existed! The part about hero stories sounded nice? "How??"
"Well…" That part Hestia wasn't sure about. "Concentrate Bell! There's even a chance that you get magic or more skills from the stories of those heroes!"
"Eh!? Really!?"
Many thanks to Xicree for helping plan and pre-read this.
Always liked this sort of stories, so ... yeah. It has a plot, I swear. Planned (bits of) shows to watch include, for now, My Hero Academia, Negima, RWBY, Fate/, Full Metal Alchemist. The ones I know for sure.