"So, Bell... what the hell happened to you?" I asked the only other member of our little family composed of a hyperactive midget who wore a... virgin-killer sweater held by blue ribbons... why she wore those clothes, I would never know. 

If you are curious as to what is happening, well let's go back to two weeks ago. 

I died. 

Yes, it's as simple as that. I died. 

Well, a deity took pity on me and decided to reincarnate me with a cheat. I chose to have all the skills and abilities of My Elders scrolls online, Skyrim, Morrowind, and Oblivion characters. That will make me pretty overpowered, right? Well, yes. But being OP doesn't mean you will survive. 

As a young man from 21st-century Earth, I possess little practical camping skills... I curse my introverted nature and thank all that my father taught me about survival. I lasted longer than I thought. 

Sure, I could sling spells but I was no gamer. I can perfectly cast these spells but that doesn't mean I have the experience to fight with them. 

After a gruesome battle, while I used a healing spell to recover, Bell Cranel, the protagonist of the Danmachi anime, crossed paths with me, and the Naive idiot saved my life. Knowing some things about what would happen due to watching the Anime, I tagged along. 

Bad news, I'm illiterate in terms of reading and writing the common language. Good news, I can learn quickly thanks to the Eiditic memory of my ESO character. Hah! Learning is easy! Couple with some potions I made, well life is getting easier. 

"Ren! You're older than me! Do you have any experience with girls?!" Bell asked, oh boy, the jealous mount midget will erupt soon. Wait, girls!?

"Bell, if you want girls and if you're telling me that you want to hire some girls from the pleasure district, I will sic Hestia on you," Well, it's fine if it's me. I can heal any diseases I have, cure poisons, etc. I can also dispel curses and shit. But, it will ruin him. Poor kid is too pure and naive for this world. 

"What?! No! You see," 

And... the first episode happened. Well, I won't lie, the sword princess is adorable but not only is she not my type, she's also too young. And I love their relationship. Lowering the mortar and pestle I used to create some restore health and stamina potions, I listened to the only other member of this little family. 

"Bell, if you're serious about this, I will help you," I said to him. Not only did I owe him a debt of gratitude, but I also saw him as a little brother. And according to the Bro code. "I know someone who can train you, but it will be rough," 

"Really?" 

"Yep! You're a speed-type fighter and this guy is the same." For the first time, I dug into my reserves while summoning the Grimoire on my hand and turned the pages. 

"Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear. This child of yours humbly requests for a guiding black hand," Word of power echoed and vibrated from my voice as the small ritual worked and a spectral figure of the person once known as Lucien Lachance, a speaker for the Dark Brotherhood, appeared in front of me. 

The ritual was a success as it tethered the legendary assassin by my side. 

"Dear listener," The spectral assassin said with a bow. 

"Bell, this is Lucien Lachance and he will train you in 'hunting' down 'prey'," I told him. Bell is naive and a bit of an idiot but he has a good heart and since I am Lucien's boss, he will (hopefully) follow my commands. 

The only thing I'm lacking is real combat experience and practical mastery of skills. No matter how powerful someone is, there will be a way to bring them down. I learned that the hard way. Hunger, fatigue, it doesn't matter if you have the most power in the world if you will die like that. 

"This one has talent, dear listener," 

"Yes, don't kill or permanently damage him while training," With those words, Bell squeaked while looking like a rabbit. "You both use blades as your weapons of choice, be back by dinner time, Bell," 

"Y-yes!" And with that, the spectral assassin chased the poor rabbit away and into the yard where the two could train for the next couple of hours. 

Cracking the Grimoire open into the section of the words of the language of the dragons, I focused and meditated with each one taking several hours to days of understanding and then some more days of introspection to use them. I can already use all the shouts you can use in the base game of Skyrim Advanced Edition and right now, I am trying to create some new shouts. 

"Ren! Bell is looking at another woman!" Hestia cried as the war I used to stop her from breaking and cutting through the conversation I had with Bell finally disappeared. 

"Hestia... you're not even dating Bell," 

"But I love him!" 

"Can I at least finish journalizing this week's transactions before you," 

"Bell is going to leave me for that Wallenwhatisit!" 

Once again I am reminded why I became an introvert. Well, better let her cry it off than have her cockblock Bell. Is it just me or there is some sort of activity underground in the city? I swear I saw some life signatures of some things going in and out to disappearing and reappearing. It's pretty confusing really.

Maybe I can send some wraiths to scout out that area. Well, maybe after a month or so? I have way too many things to do. 

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The next day,

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What the hell? 

After my Dremora Servant cleaned the chapel basement we used as a home, I decided to go into the Dungeon to get some supplies. With my magic and experience in casting, along with a Storm Atronach bound to the form of a wolf, I managed to get into the legendary safe floor. A custom calm spell cloak around my body to stop anything from attacking me and the speed of my mount was enough to get me to the 20th floor. 

Not only is the Dungeon alive and targeting those blessed with Divinity, but something else is going on. I can feel it, the gentle hums of the Dungeon like a beating heart echoed with reality itself. Waiting, biding its time. With the tower of Babel as the cap, the dungeon as the Coke bottle with adventurers as Mentos candies being put inside, how long... how long until the dungeon explodes? 

"I need to learn more," I don't have experience in how to be a thief, but I have the skills and magic needed. Homing into the beacon near the chapel I call home, I activated the recall spell. Wait, what was that?! 

A figure covered in black robes looked at me. 

Oh no! Shit! 

Before I could do anything, I found myself and my familiar back in the surface world and inside an abandoned building near the little chapel. Who was that?!