Days and then weeks of exploring began.
Fully mapping the first few floors, entering the fourth, fifth and sixth in short quick runs while looping back ever so often.
This is what we have been doing. Only with parties on higher floors. Most of the time with stronger friendly companions.
We made sure to accomplish what we needed to make it through the upcoming month. Acquiring equipment that fit each member, training in groups whenever familias would gather and then sleeping after resting together.
Taking on more supporters on full-floor explorations. As long as there was no danger with their abilities as they are.
It led to having a single day for sleeping a lot and two naps in a week before completing tasks for the Goddess.
I regular visited the bathhouse and newly discovered bathhouses around Orario.
Drinking tea and eating fruit before walking over to the gates of the city. Climbing the stone steps set in the wide rounded lanes to overlook the ground past the gates.
Recruiting new adventurers that I saw had potential. Not bothering to stop to listen to lanky or thin strangers. Bulky strangers were ignored too.
Growling and hissing were becoming natural parts of my verbal behaviors.
Whether it be a reflection of the growing pressure most level one adventurers felt whenever Sen moved pass them, or the fact that beastial or corporeal senses registered the aura of Sen as a dangerous entity… there weren't many furry people giving wayward looks towards the group.
Pushing away shady figures with a deadly glare. Sometimes even kicking away fools that tried to talk to people I recruited.
If they were more polite-then-presentable then I brought them to a house left in between the shared bordering territory of each allied familia.
It was a neutral building meant to provide a bed and bath to newbies who may or may not join a familia I had a good relationship with.
Specifically, their deity would either be someone I liked or appreciated as an adventurer.
This was the result of many drawn-out discussions.
We would allow the newly recruited people to choose which deity to join if they had multiple offers or defer to the judgement of the gods and goddesses for this occasion.
The strange preferences that some party leaders had were unspoken but known as facts.
Creamy pale elves for a devoted, tastefully well-behaved and reasonable goddess with the domain of wells at night.
Pale drow with faint indigo shades of pink on their light, brilliant lips for a deity with a talent for judging strength.
Silver or blonde haired adventurers for a monstrously powerful goddess.
Pale pink-headed girls and diligent attitude for a deity associated with the sky.
Tall handsome men and soft-spoken younger men for a deity with clean claws.
Strong gentlemanly groups of travelers were directed to Destruction Trident-Sama and serious and attentive folk were redirected to Hopeful Trickster-Sama.
Light Steps-Sama had recruited on their own while their brother had taken to sending parties of mages to find potential adventurers without a falna yet.
Assigning a guard to prevent poaching or harassment.
Recently there have been more fights in the districts and less crime. Such a happy occurrence for those without issues.
A terrible end for weaker deities though.
Entertainment like that was hard to beat.
Never in their immortal lives would they have guessed that trying to cause trouble would end their schemes.
A game over for the blinded organizations.
Many restaurants had placed coarse grain salt in a old bowl outside the perimeter of their entrance and away from the path cleared for walking.
The busy streets tossing up murmurs of rumors and hushed talks.
Some overheard about conflicts starting in distant frontier countries and about the merger between two dynasties in the far eastern areas of the world with several small cities in different places growing after the clearing of old monster dens.
This world having been built on the spines and jungles of countless civilizations yet to see an end brought to the age of heroes needed to defeat the dungeon.
Daydreaming of the many legends resounding from the past heroes of the era of adventurers, Sen recounted the start of his journey.
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Despite being overtly proud, he was enthusiastic and honest. Assured victory and a need for satisfaction led Sen to thoughts left from when they first entered the scene of Orario. Without much of anything except a prepared form at dawn… he sought to join a familia and explore the first floor of the dungeon. Sandles, a thin simple robe and hemp trousers with a split on both sides of the knees.
A small leather bag and a drawstring pouch. Starting with a drink, a bath, directions, a stroll and then steps made intuitively towards the upper areas of a properly designed part of the city. The smell of perfume cold until moments passed with multiple fuming feelings peering at me.
Most of the lights along the smaller roads buzzing with notes to pick up from the drowned music coming from closed buildings.
A few sets of eyes following my movements but not allowed to touch my body. Standing with a tilt to recover form from the many steps taken.
The smell of honey and silk bringing me to matching paths and a quiet area with a fountain. Sitting there was a goddess in a long dress. The sun having just gone down.
Leather bound books, ink and lamps on wooden posts behind a small house on a stone table took my attention. I looked past the short distance to meet eyes with the goddess. She was smaller than me.
Or I thought as much. Before speaking, I gestured with a hand gracefully over my chest.
“Well met.”
“Are you a goddess? Do you need someone to join your Familia?”
She almost winced at my action. Completely immersed in her own ideas. Eyes bouncing back from my face to her hands. I straightened my back and awaited her words. She raised her head and met my eyes again.
“Yes. I am looking for someone to join my Familia. Your senses must be good for you to have found yourself here. There's about three dozen deities that planned to find some adventurers today and you're the only one to come here.”
“Ah, that must be why a few of the crowds wandering around the city seemed to drift away from my sight. Maybe I'll have an opportunity to party up with them in the future. …Do not be alarmed by my next words, if possible.”
“That would depend- on what those words may be………. Don't ask anything unreasonable right off the bat, I'm already concentrating on how to start judging the quality of your soul. Hmmmmm.”
I walked a few steps forward before asking, in clear view of the half moon overhead.
“Would it be possible to do that now? I need to enter the dungeon as soon as possible. Only ten to fifteen seconds of slow silent steps into the first floor is exactly what I'll do first. I know the guild will be open all night. I know that you might have equipment I could practice holding on the way there. I'm the careful sort of adventurer. As careful as one could be while inexperienced.”
“...as soon as possible? If you need to do that… I'll have to fill you in on all you have to know and drill it into you daily until you have it 100%. Got it??”
“Yes, Goddess. Please, bless me. I seek adventure.”
“Ah-h okay! Yes, hah-oh just come here already. What's your name? Shouldn't a young man like you take the start of your career more seriously?”
“I am Sen. I'm from somewhere monsters don't reach. And yes, this is me taking it seriously. I would need what I know I need to gain Excellia. That's where I am concentrating my effort.”
“That is true. That is so. Well, you'll learn to behave and not worry me so don't make it an issue when you get scrapes and bruises, alright?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
At this point she pointed at a short wide stone table for me to lay down on. There was a small pillow for me to hold with my head down. I allowed my body is rest.
My heart and spine pulled my attention with each moment. A drop of blood on my back caused lights to flutter into archaic shapes. Gold and grey flashes spreading down from a warm center.
Small trembling fingers tumbling and thumbing the surface of my back.
恩恵吉
“If you'll indulge my preference, please start with the magick basic ability, Goddess.”
“Understood. I'm sure you'll see improvement by the time you know how to explore. And as the first adventurer to be blessed by me, call me Ceres. It would be good for your career to consider this to be your fate. Your lot in this life.”
“I'll have that with me in my darkest moments. I shall heed your words, Goddess.”
“See that you do so. Done.”
“Have a look. You may see where you are in terms of talent. All your life and one record after receiving my blessing… and those are the few points you have to show for your travels thus far.”
Sen Hyunyunmun
Level One
Strength I 3
Vitality I 2
Dexterity I 5
Agility I 3
Magick I 10
This shortly went from a single update after returning from the second floor.
Strength I 3 { I 5
Vitality I 2 { I 3
Dexterity I 5 { I 14
Agility I 3 { I 6
Magick I 10 { I 14
To a second update after returning from the early middle of the second floor.
Strength I 5 { I 7
Vitality I 3 { I 6
Dexterity I 14 { I 17
Agility I 6 { 7
Magick I 14 { 19
The falna provided an instant flourishing sensation with this and a confident hand forming the runic impressions by the Goddess.
Small wounds already healed after a small potion was taken before getting an introduction to the household and the type of deity my goddess would behave as from this point.
Our personalities matched in some places. Her domain and reasoning for how the familia was to be cared for were exact.
Falnas were to be cherished and your body or equipment were to be improved. Especially when healing was needed. Ceres-Sama had enough to be capable of running a familia to explore the dungeon to improve her growing investments.
We spoke of the origins of the dungeon. How it was a disaster threatening the lives of mortals and an enemy of deities after the assimilation of magickal treasures and naturally formed metal veins deep into the earthly material of the world.
Centuries of first attacking with weakened monsters without the involvement of deities and then years of dissolving the bodies of various living creatures. Layers of rock now both magickally widened into an underground system of impenetrable layers and intermetaphysical growth of a hidden abyss.
The ancient quests were unfinished and the end of days thousands of years from now if they are left undone.
The first quest, to slay a behemoth. Completed 896 years ago.
The second quest, to slay the sea serpent.
893 years ago.
The third quest, to slay the stone giant.
873 years ago.
The fourth quest, to slay the thunderhawk.
865 years ago.
The fifth quest, to slay the earth dragon left incomplete.
The sixth quest, to slay the flood dragon which escaped to the North from the dungeon- still incomplete.
The seventh quest, to slay the red dragon- yet to awaken from undisturbed slumber- still to this day, left incomplete.
Monsters from hundreds of years before roaming until groups of adventurers removed any disturbing happenings.
Different territories were displaced by the flood dragon.
The guild opened to directly remove this unholy monstrosity of a dungeon from the earliest parts of history.
Kingdoms choosing to let go of grievances and completely taking over some villages over time.
Valleys and jungles are the most dangerous places to explore outside of your own small world such as what a villager may know.
Death and Light often warning people not to find suffering thousands of years ago.
Priestesses stating the instructions given to them by the divine.
Elixirs and magick items collected or amassed from decades of activity or records of them brought together to serve the familias which had started exploring the dungeon.
No excess stock sold to sellers.
Accounts and tomes stacked or rewritten. Energetic scholars and gentlemen ready to take the forefront of this pursuit to the finish.
Rare materials and good weapons stocked in the markets as soon as profits came up in momentum as adventurers began adventuring.
The outline for ranking up and developing the status becoming known to the adventurers involved in the expeditions into the next floor under the guidance of higher leveled individuals.
The inherent ability to obtain wealth or experienced parties becoming renown as potential heroes.
Words spoken before a younger Sen when they declared their aspirations to be famed as a hero after defeating the dungeon rose from the core of their intentions.
A wandering band of deities with a few horses and guards visiting many many villages/towns/keeps.
“The first few gods and some friends would train groups or select individuals from somewhere. Most of these deities have left and sent messages with deities that descended from heaven. Starting with provoking prose pouring as sweet as wine and thirst. The darkness does not hold adventure for you, trespassing past danger does not afford you an opportunity, do not be blinded by the illusions you want and writh for.
Silence, Death, Light, War, Life, Justice and Beauty.
All together watching as many fall or return.
Magick and swords, your fair yet hidden response.
Death and mortals walking unto the world. Claims, laws and ever-present intent.
Blessed you may be, the dungeon and your fortunes are all that one may see before being taken and never returned. Account for threat upon life when you delve into each floor.
Enter, do not yet despair when you have explored.
Bring your friends, your loved ones, your masters, your teachers, your companions and your persons.
Fall at once if danger brings your death.
Writh before dying, cry or be flung back from overwhelming ends.
The dungeon of the city called, Orario.
Where deities and “children” live while the legends of heroes ring, the myths of the divines and the quests of the world.
To be led into the depths undiscovered as monsters are slain.
Destruction and desolation, the screams, the loss of your life as you pursue the extent of your name. Your efforts and achievements the only remaining experience left behind.”
Should I Plan To Be A High Rank Adventurer?
This is the question I asked myself when I yet just only graced the age of twelve, the same I answered while rising early in one fine cautious moment with then, the passing years, before leaving my village and crossing mountains before arriving and appearing at the gates, the road and the tower of this place.
Smoke and ash the only impression I focused on… the time falling slowly as I realized more than my tastes.
The feeling of my sweat and breath. The clothing I wore. The dark alleys without noises.
A quiet street next to a small market, a road absent of lingering images… and the sense of power I had not concentrated my intentions over.
Death or War, I was prepared to accept the highest hand and blessing I could during my vividly hot life.
All my power, strength and warmth. The last of my pulse and heartbeats.
I encountered refreshing steam and flowery, thick incense.
I only had enough for at most two months. Sandles, a bow, a dagger, a sword and a bag with silver coins. My journal and a gourd of water. No rings, no scrolls, no leather, no food, no alcohol, no medicine, no horse and at most a few snacks.
The small ones, my favorites and something dense.
As I am, prepared and excited.
Words and languages at my command, if that were to be.
I could say, my own mind and tongue are skilled while my hands firm at the thought of entering the dungeon.
Sweat running hot again as I imagine it.
Pale lights glancing from my neck while I move to seek a deity worth my talents or capability.
Lightning, Thunder, Dragons.
The music I hear, the songs I've heard, smiles, rewards, treasure, gold, wealth, skills, magick, fortune, fate… the reach of my hand and the range of my sight.
This day is soft and sharp to me, the feelings I have cannot be there to quench my thirst and the correctness of my spine still holds my tail and horns which do not grow.
I must demand of myself something that is not possible, when it is the most opportune moment for my striking.
Becoming stronger, agile, wise or further blessed by right of conquest.
My time in this life is my own.
My moods and needs are not to be tested.
My name is more clear to God than yours and here I know in what way.
I demand absolute and total reign in my own reality.
Yet, I have need. I desire. I could accept yet not purchase.
I am capable, wise and seen while young.
Here now, after six years of trials in places common and bountiful… I arrive here.
Barely clothed yet in need. Hungry now actually. My tongue and eyes do not look or bleed.
All I ask for would amount to living in a city while I am stronger than a deity. Healthier than the oxen and horses of the land.
Light or Thunder, I know how well my words and speech sound.
Yet I'd demand more while someone does not want.
I would know what may become possible. My powers are known to my own heart. If my soul could come to claim this as well… I know to take and demand when it is my right to do so.
Grasping what is impossible for mortals.
Seeking what does not become light.
Knowing that this is sweet yet bitter once tasted.
I have greater need than most now. Or else I should be violent and aggressive.
Better to take and not spit while I am not greedy nor suffering.
I am younger or young enough. I do not act strangely. I do not imitate nor mimic. I do not steal nor thief. I do not harm nor hurt. I cry and I love to bleed. Yet I have need greater than truth and protection. I cannot be dishonest. I am sincere. It is maddening, I am sane, I hold myself, I am prideful.
I would have roared to aggro a monster if I saw one near a village. I would run towards a fortified location if it means preventing horrors. I would have moved or countered in such a moment.
A sword or a kick, while present. Moving in time, breathing under fatality and dodging the last thrown attack from an enemy.
My figure continuing to stand when I am finally done.
I do not remember who was attacked in the village or if someone died when hunting down monsters.
I won't remember them but that is natural. I never intended to and wouldn't fail like they have.
Sword in hand, I would enter the first floor to seek the most that I may gain from adventures.
Though I still remind myself that I'll be starting with a bow, to set the bow aside before drawing my sword to attack a weakened enemy and then to do the same until I must return to the first corridor of the dungeon.
Though that would likely be deeper down when monsters are pushed to attack by the dungeon.
Flipping the hunt of a monster into slaughter of vile lingering wailing.
After entering the boundaries of Orario, I moved forward to seek a deity to grace me with a blessing.
Most monsters turned to ash when destroyed or shattered. It was a simple fact often bring the first piece of information about the dungeon that was found to be natural.
Tacit understandings of the meaning behind most decisions made in connection with the hunting of monsters.
No canyons or marshes were to be left for the weaker monsters of the surface.
It would all be free from the friction of adventurers hunting monstrosities.
Ashes and flashing lights were the last depictions of damage inflicted on the enemies of living entities.
Crumbling crystal cores the last of any random monster defeated by a person in one purposeful strike.
The initial response to the possibility of this being a sign of potential did not stop at many younger warriors leaving for the dungeon city.
It is the most tangible trigger to have caused new adventurers to bet on themselves overcoming certain danger.
Sweet relief or empowerment was an alluring charm which only the phenomenon of moving up in rank could accomplish.
Bile and mucus kept thick or hot from running in the dungeon was the worst one would have to deal with on the first floors.
Strained necks and sweaty armor were the least of an adventurer's worries when they were the last of their party alive.
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Returning to the continuous ambient present, Sen enters the dungeon again.
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While exploring the dungeon, I managed to clear entire floors with only magick.
When I needed to save I an ally, we suddenly entered a monster on the seventh floor and got out just as quickly after a few moments.
During on exploration of the dungeon, I tore over 330 monsters over the course of ten days on floor nine while on distant side corridors with difficult parallels at a decline.
As a party we entered the seventh floor and made about 35,000 Vallis. This was in Autumn and then it was a time where we started seeing new descriptions appearing in our statuses.
Intentional-San gained the skill, Secrecy. Meant for keeping her identity hidden while improving her sneaking. Increases in her Agility were seen after this skill showed up.
Light Green-San learned magick, a wind spell with a lengthy chant with themes of tornadoes crumbling the earth.
Wind Blade Storm.
At first she turned blushy from the feeling of casting spells.
Panphan-Chan also learned magick after staying a few days at home and meditating until sleeping.
Dungeon Steps.
This became a very mana-friendly spell that worked very well for her. A quick chant for a few rows of distance or a long chant to enter the dungeons deeper floors after entering the first floor.
Either a long flight of stairs downwards would appear or she would disappear from the visible area and intangibly appear at the very start of the floor they intended.
It needed to be one she had been on before, there was no way of entering the dungeon from outside it like from the surface, the amount of mind needed was miniscule, the amount of time it took to enter the next floor wasn't more than fifty five seconds, or three minutes to move from the first to the fifth, she could do this about twenty times before getting tired, it was apparent that she could make short distance jumps a handful of times after that.
A few tiger and cow demihuma joined our familia. Then a few elves from different places. Then a tall horned demihuma girl with magenta eyes joined.
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Agility D 536
Magick B 772
Magick:
Flame Magick
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“Huh.”
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“Oh that's the only thing you can say???”
Shock and leering with outrage.
“It's not much of a surprise but I don't think of this as an issue.”
“More than this is not an expectation. At most I may blush if you mention it too often but I'm happy as long as it is good for my overall career. This means I could explore more on each floor. Most adventurers don't look through the entire of floor five or six or the ninth floor.”
A pouty face and deepening stare appeared on the face of the goddess. Pale cheeks, cloudy opaque roses on the top of the cheeks and a blush hot over the eyes of Ceres.
“How could you not be thrown for a loop and spinning in astonishment? This isn't the type of increase you see in most statuses. You're a very dangerously rare specimen to highly clingy and industrious deities.”
“The possibility of you being poached or hunted down if everything about your rate of improvement were exposed to a select few in this city is highly likely. There's no way of knowing if you'll be offered treats by women or demihuma asking for headpats from you!!”
Sen~ “It seems more likely that I would gain renown for my advancements.”
“Your ability score improvements, sure-but you're not supposed to be eyed by my competitors. You could end up as one of those ward villains that attract queer side characters or fashionably unknown restaurant investors. It's like asking you to show up in front of charts or maps in books or where there are horses racing until they have to get a suit for a smaller horse to be approached for giant endorsements. The sidelines and side dishes and drinks making you smell like centuries of paper or two millennium full of tea before a biscuit offers you a item for a transformation sequence in a song where someone gallops to a town or enters Qi reflux.”
“Is this somehow connected to the weird dreams including Death and a horned Dragon you spoke to me in passing before?”
Ceres~ “Ah, no……. Touch my head, pet me. I should lead you to victory and fortune!”
“Pet me! Ask me to cuddle later and take me to the onsen. I need to see you swim for deity reasons!!”
Sen~ “I see. Let us leave and enter then. No waiting!”
“Yes! Now and from here through there after then while prepared. Then we turn into mushroom bamboo lotus uni truffle steamed dumplings or beef steaks! Or else you'll eat fish before I practice sword swipes and slices all over your stances! Here moving now!”
A sort of french/latin/german/greek/norse dialect and accent rose up and trembled in the throat of Ceres. Her chest and hips bounding up and cutting in to embrace Sen with arms around their upper back.
Blushing and pouting. A calm stare afterwards with a few soft watery glances in complete silence. Cute whimpers and biting in small unseen moments.
A quest given by Ceres to quickly enter and exit for a drink then entering the sauna while nude before enjoying smoked snacks and sake.
No harsh taste. A small seriousness staying whenever short movements led to locking eyes.
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Some time afterwards we saw improvements in the statuses of several younger members of our familia. Their preferences and talents becoming more noticeable. With improvements in their technique becoming tangibly more concise.
Panphan-Chan continued her personal quest to become the strongest girl in Orario.
Dark Blue-San started adventuring with Light Green-San and Intentional-San on their own to gain excellia.
There were a few new familias with random adventures trying to get enough monster cores from the dungeon but we coordinated against their chances in the first few floors.
Popular areas in each floor were in the loops treaded by our parties and allied parties.
It was actually very strange how well it worked. Leave out those randoms when calculating and not including others made it possible to accurately predict when parties would pass after not finding smaller numbers.
Then it was just a matter of moving up from the floors below to clear out whatever mass of monsters were left at the extremes of each floor.
Often we would see the corpses of failed adventurers deep into a floor after many many rounds of this for several days.
There was no room for complaints since there weren't any cute people among them. Most adventurers would know better if it wasn't because of desperation and paranoia.
It was pointless trying to feel bad for any of that when it was obvious how people were in this world.
One must be reasonable if intuitive actions did not guide you to the very next.
We would leave everything to be absorbed by the dungeon and made sure to expand this safety net of chains.
Reminding everyone to not overestimate their capacity for combat when needing rest.
If someone saw a cute girl or a well-behaved familia then they'd ask about their plans with the intent of not having to share hunting grounds.
Often further dividing the areas from there to prevent an onslaught of monsters appearing. Resting often enough that monsters spawning was kept in check.
Being fair to the beautiful and mindful of the strong. Only if it was strength and beauty worth defending.
Young girls would come up to our party members and gush over their adorableness. Some deities would come over from allied familias to hear stories of their progress too.
Autumn passed without any issues. We gained plenty of excellia. As my swordsmanship improved, so did my footwork and martial prowess. Returning from the dungeon before spending time with Ceres. Entirely drowning in the scent of heavy estrogen and light harlequin from our familia's gender ratio.
Even Panphan-Chan and Light Green-San had started teasing me and playing around with me if they drank a small cup of wine with Ceres-Sama.
More times that I could recount, I was snuggled into bed by my familia members. Under the covers with either an elf girl or demihuma coming to me for my body heat. Or my smell.
Saying that it was my presence that encouraged them to improve so it would be appropriate for me to accept their advances. Feeling more unrestricted by my position as their Captain, I played with them and trained them while taking into account their distinct interests. Needy at every aching moment after long days with vibrant nights.
A dull shine covering my eyes whenever I felt their naughtiness aiming for my excitement. Needing to be held and comforted more often because of this position. Always prepared to catch and rub one girl or the next batch of younger girls.
Millions of ideas yet all I could imagine was the texture of their silk undergarments and bottoms. Their sweat, flavour and the depth of their fragrance when dulled by heat before their unconscious forms locked their legs around me.
No escape from my presence and no escape from their whining moans.
I was captured in a nightly routine of cuddling and sleeping while being hugged. Held by the bustier girls of the many parties now under our guidance.
Monday, we updated our statuses together. I realized that I didn't have to race to keep my momentum in improving. Because of the Harvest skill I have, by updating the status with retained excellia, there was a highly efficient rate of excellia being allocated to improve the status.
So, I asked Ceres-Sama to update it every night whenever I returned by only one or two points in each Ability score until she saw the effect of the skill in comparison to the development of our familia members.
Came to be, that doing this meant I'd gain more of an improvement while increasing the scale of what the excellia would ultimately be applied to with each update.
A quick calculation after two months of this came with proof that the excellia almost multiplied the amount of points gained and then increased the efficiency of how gathered excellia would be accepted by the status.
It was until we heard about the possibility of our allies being targeted by an exploration familia due to conflicts that we decided to preemptively get rid of any problems.
Our familia would have a war game against theirs after three months. Supposedly because they'd be trying to centralize their forces into one familia before going against several smaller familia with similar dungeon floor ranges.
We didn't have anything to fear but our Goddess had such a sour-scheming look when she heard about this that we got chills from her laughter.
A few well-timed events and there were no potential helpers they'd have other than their friends.
We prepared as much as we could, having two allied familas send a person in case we needed more combatants. Cold Rain-San and a healer with pale silvery blonde hair.
We welcomed them to our Familia, this arrangement was to be permanent.
After that, we trained each girl and woman to the peak of their potential. Ceres often sparring with them and then with several girls circling to figure out her techniques.
Music being played by girls who knew how to play, while these spars went on.
This is how far I am now as a Level One adventurer.
Sen Hyunyunmun
Level One
Str E 430
Vit C 637
Dex B 710
Agi D 591
Mag A 890
Magick
(Flame Magick)
•Summoning the power of flame to create and manifest flame magick.
Skills
(Harvest)
•Increasing ability scores leads to improved benefits.
•Status is reinforced by growth.
(Wend Nocht Sin)
•Intense experiences increase the rate at which Excellia is gained.
•Status is reinforced by the rank of the Magick ability and removes limiters for Magick.
•Mind becomes more powerful as Magick is improved.
I gained a new skill which makes it possible to overcome the very nature of the blessing given to me.
My Magick may possibly increase without end as long as there is enough excellia to express this affect.
Afterwards we continued to prepare for the war game while my Magick ability entered higher numbers.
There was no way to prepare for the eventuality of utter domination.
The war game was a bit of a laugh, in many group's opinion. Entertaining. Not very amusing to the more sensitive deities.
It was a duel relay. I faced all of their common fodder and then forced their one valuable person to submit.
With that, we successfully defeated the Cerridwen, Brigid and Perun familias. With full control over their assets and fate.
We decided to subject them to Ceres-Sama's will and turned their familias into vassal familias.
Not that they had any more members though.
They didn't have much and most of their annual income was invested in their only level two adventurer. Chained Book-San.
We sold their property and reorganized what remained. There were three girls whom stayed out of the war game.
One described as being a pervert with only their beauty and modesty as good traits. Often performing bridges while nude to “properly train and improve their core.”
A spear-wielding woman with some height.
And then a pale wolf demihuma, a girl with a shield and sword.
Their third was a younger half-elf girl with a robe but with an irritated face when their familia members started arguing. Whether or not it was playful banter.
They followed behind their Goddess when the challenge was issued before.
After that we spent several days practicing together as a party. Running quick dives into the dungeon to gain excellia and improve our magick.
The new additions were trained to support the more active members of our secondary parties.
The goddesseses were then taught by Ceres how to be good supportive vassals.
Not letting them know peace until they performed to both of our satisfaction.
They didn't object, in fact they became more enthusiastic with every subsequent night or day.
It was finally the time that I enter the dungeon to become level two, thought Sen.
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Half a day later from that moment…
Hands fluttering downwards. the sharpest flashing lines and arcs cutting past the monsters desolated.
Daggers and Sword shifting and switching places. Clean draws and soundless dodges in the midst of crawling, screeching ants. Blocking attacks was not an option.
All the wounds that Sen had accumulated so far were wearing down their sweat-drenched body.
Breath and stance promising beastial destruction of the oncoming mass of a carapaced swarm.
Broken limbs and sputtering green thoraxes.
Dragging the closest monster to block the advance of others. Puncturing the weakpoints before slashing away weakened ants.
Enemies warded off before rounding corners to barely get rid of the rest. If a monster wasn't defeated, Sen made sure to prevent it from screaming.
Not wasting any time to catch their breath when distance kept shrinking with every passing kill.
One dagger already left cracked and broken.
The second being dulled at the tip.
The first barely keeping form.
The sword was still in good shape but there was only so much that could be done to chop at an entire swarm.
Sen threw the broken dagger to buy some time when switching to what they thought could last until they exited the scene of the dungeon.
There were no mistakes possible. Every hit either decimated a crowd of ants or snapped their body into a limp, collapsing pile of ash.
Spinning and snapping to respond to attack or preventing any from landing.
A kick to push back a few ants before clearing the rest. Somehow he had entered a room with several exits but could not reach the last ant before it called more monsters.
Sen didn't hesitate to run out of that room and quickly dash from one corridor to the next in what would undoubtedly lead to the exit of that floor.
No unexpected paths or encountering any parties. He would have warned them before they encountered what may be a huge crowd of ants. There were no sounds of monsters chasing but he didn't stop to listen for them.
Leaving that floor and avoiding monsters until it seemed like the faint evaporation-like sense Sen got from the floors or artificial light of the dungeon's ceiling wasn't reacting to his living presence.
Worry of the living dungeon's feral attacks with whatever means it had to attempt.
Sen made sure not to make too much noise with the bag they carried.
Deciding to hold onto the sword they brought before sweeping past the lone monster at the very entrance of what was now the seventh floor.
Cleaving the lone monsters only at the beginning of each floor with the thought that it was better to not give any amount of time for the dungeon to respond.
Not getting trapped by the potential for a monster party.
Striking the weakest points of each monster or defeating the rest before they could notice.
Bypassing areas with frog shooters, sneaking past lanes of war shadows and then sprinting away from dangerous areas in the smaller first few floors.
Not taking chances with the threats new adventurers struggled against.
Drinking a health potion in between all of this to prevent falling over.
Dreams and fantasies playing over and over in Sen's mind when running to the surface. Stabilizing their breathing before climbing further and further.
Intense concentration without hesitation or carelessness.
A firm grip and upwards stance from the many reminders and memories of Ceres.
The blessing on Sen's back running hot somehow. Light behind the eyes now wide and clear.
Pale skin untouched by scars set beside the glowing gray-amber tone from being under the Sun in the city.
Finally, Sen rose up the steps of the dungeon from the first floor.
Leaving with what they carried while some distinctly memorable figures or adventurers stared with knowing faces at what Sen experienced. This young adventurer returning from the more profitable parts of the dungeon for level one individuals.
The sweetness of the air growing thick with the twinkling of refracted sunlight.
Cold and hot becoming distinct. Scent flush with sweat or smoke from afar.
Blood pumping in great trembling pulses down the arms and under the core. Legs still while knees dug into the stone of a fountain.
He washed his face and neck. Soaking the tunic under their armour with refreshing water.
Taking it off once the pain of attacks had calmed.
No markings on the face, nor the neck, or the hands, or shins, or feet, or hips or even the forearms.
Only bruises and gashes over cuts from barely-evaded attacks.
Blood loss wasn't much but the fatigue neared every second when pain had quieted into tranquility.
A few healer-types made eye contact with him but did not approach.
This was the kind of business environment the outside of the dungeon was…
If you were inside, it was better to save someone but some older jaded adventurers would rather put you into debt than properly treat those wounds.
Causing the price of being saved to increase if they couldn't protect themselves after being healed.
Most parties didn't have a healer though so it became more about what you owe rather than a debt.
Most Familias agreed that triple the price is the most to be charged for health potions.
Staying in front of the supporters porting bags was common courtesy if you were guided to the surface.
Anyways, Sen was resting at the fountain. Imagining healing magick and the possibility of traveling to the floors below ten with a party of skilled people.
Whether they be pale eastern drow or tan demihuma. Honest and loyal companions to face off against the dungeon until the end of an adventure.
Quests or expeditions planned for the future…
He made gestures of gathering mana and relaxing coiling wisps of non-elemental flame. A cold, opaque, bashing, flash of mana unformed yet hovering over Sen's physique.
Tone barely beginning to bolster the muscles grown up till now. Recent scars under the upper arms and shoulders the only visible damage accumulated over time.
Healed properly but only much after battles.
The conventional knowledge that not venturing deeper with a wounded ally or when tired was accepted by most who had no healers in their party.
It was often better not leaving your survival to what happened after a few close encounters.
Sen gave their focus to the deeper unconscious realm of their mind.
Entering a sort of meditative moment where feeling and form mixed the natural movement of their own body.
Exhales softened and inhales slowed down to match the pace of their heartbeats.
Heroism and majestic heights were goals not yet reached. It felt good to daydream after these silent stages of recovery.
Letting go of the guttural roars billowing from the stomach.
Hisses from pain incorporated into the intakes of air. Intuitively angling the direction of visibility when strong adventurers looked upon the reclining image of Sen.
Familiar people in parties or groups passing by here and there. Strangers and their friends walking by without looking, contrasted with the cold glares of random ill-tempered strangers.
There was no reason why they would go to places like that. Dragging irrelevant conflict and insignificant troubles.
Wasting time while complaining to other wastes of resources.
Nobody bothering to give them the time of day. While trashy commoners littered the streets.
It was actually aggravating to see that kind of thing. Enemies that leeched off the weakness of useless, untalented tripe.
Obviously, it would be better to remove those mindless things ever so often through war games.
A plan to be put into motion soon enough.
Some familias were guided to place themselves in conflict towards the spineless groups of common humans or blind parasites that were not favoured by respected deities.
It would be better to wretch after passing the corpses or piles of slain waste.
Wrath overcoming the panicked mimicking of insignificant gore.
A feeling of total control carried under the shoulders of Sen's broadly positioned form.
Standing up and walking steadily back to an allied familia before then leaving for their own home. Then a small soak in the bath of an onsen.
Singing after coming out in a yukata.
Marking down displeasing commonplace weakling to be targeted by several allied familias interested in what was planned.
A few captains of friendly familaas agreeing with what Sen had in mind.
Not having to convince anyone after stating the actual reasons for being this way.
Behaving naturally and knowing why it was better to do this.
Not allowing unworthy things to act like useful side characters.
Only accepting the sincere truth instead of acting ignorant to take advantage of people.
Worthless unintelligent things that tried to use the shameful insecurities of weaker randoms to steal.
Lying and thieving to squander whatever they had while not deserving it.
The paranoia of addicts and the dishonesty of evil garbage.
Not accepting the wannabe antagonists that don't deserve attention.
Distractions that do not deserve payment or life.
Wrath clashing with his own assured certainty.
Pure and sincere people having not made messes with their regrets or confusion.
Not allowing enemies to be included in calculations.
Dishonest crooks that tried to hide behind the ugly deformed things that talentless trash coped in tangent to.
After being healed and taking a nap, Sen returned to the dungeon to sweep through the sixth floor again and again. Collecting crystals and relaying delivered amounts to parties he coordinated with to stand guard at the exit to the floor.
Mostly the trustworthy adventurers that were training their more experienced supporters.
Keeping track of which high level parties passed by to enter deeper into the dungeon.
The amount of monsters being down when they leave an area while the threats of monsters increasing the more they stayed on one level. It was barely noticeable but it was noticeable.
Sen's party returned from the dungeon to take a long rest. Tea and kisses ready for one's soft full lips.
The competition was fierce in the dungeon, coming in the form of fully-geared parties. Orario's dungeon often wiping entire familias in the deeper levels. It was expansive from the fifth level down. Taking lone adventurers to the depths of despair, desire and desolation. Most of all, it was the most dangerous place to make it big.
Passing the arches of the tower's dungeon entrance and moving down the stairs rounding the freefall center of the stairwells thereafter…
Entering the first floor and climbing down at a steady pace. Months and weeks spent there if you were a part of a large familia's main force.
Kindness and creativity sweetening the taste of victory.
The closest of friends returning to the city's road and preparing for the next venture.
Standing alone in the quietest moments for some was the most natural response to the memories of their own adventures.
Windows and hallways decorated with the treasures they've kept or continued to carry.
Swords, staves, axes, bows and daggers from many or multiple dives.
Maps and encyclopedias, maces, arrows and even enchanted jewelry… the rooms of mansions or the beds of smaller homes.
Scenes from ancient times and recent travels bearing down on the saddest of elves, the strongest of demihuma and even the youngest of humanoids.
Holding one's own weapons as treasures and protection…
Taking one's own precautions to grave threats.
Searching for answers when the end seems near.
Wit and wide wise words resounding past the actions upon the scene which was the life of adventurers in Orario.
The dancing close to the Southeastern side, the running closer to the Western side and the music playing North of Babel.
Darkness and Death reaching for the hidden strengths of the last of a party down in the middle floors.
Sen journeyed from tower to wall, road to gate and back again to the top of the wall. Practicing insight to better judge the quality and qualities of most adventurers.
Appreciation and enjoyment sparked by the influence of seeing the flair of high rank adventurers.
Deities and their children walking to the areas they tend to be at.
Duels and fights popping up ever so often, though most places were quieted quickly after a word or two from someone present.
Yes, the built and smaller of many parties speaking up or calling over someone with means.
Cute girls and handsome tomboys sitting together and finding amusement in all these moments.
Exploring deeper in the dungeon as a level two adventurer.
Several months had passed by this point.
Making dives to the 18th floor and back again after every month of activity. Having harvested with their Familia the fields both inside and around the city. Past the long distant edges of mountainside where no monsters prowl.
Their party traveled to the most enticing reas of the dungeon with the captain of their familia, improving with their party and seeing the extent of their combined abilities.
“Chained Delving” became the strategy for multiparty explorations of the dungeon floors. Since there were so many more paths on each floor than what went to the next floor's entrance, we would loop through hallways and send scouts to several sides of the upcoming intersection or crossing of the floor.
Regrouping and bypassing loops to open up the back of the chains we made by connecting or moving positions. Recovering between loops with potions before returning to pincer groups of enemies.
The dungeon often sending more than ten after a few hours on one floor yet all of those monsters were wiped out by flame and wind.
Several supporters were ready to stand back to carry crystals and drop items. Sometimes we would leave the more common drop items in one far-off spot in the dead-end of a dungeon floor and come back to compare the drop items we found in that area on a different day. Small details noted by the individual whom saw them.
The grey tones of armour and the blue of eyes taking a purple hue when red and crystal appeared in the dark.
Dense complex overlapping sections and longer hallways spelling the most complicated of situations where entire groups of monsters were thrown into attacks.
Cutting off sectors of a loop and then taking a moment to set a formation became our response.
Defeating more and more monsters as we updated our hunting location. Sometimes spending days of meticulous clearing of floors. Earning tens of thousands of Vallis with each trip into the most recently explored floor.
We made good time with a set rhythm in place of a schedule. Switching between standing in rows to subdue enemies or allowing each role to strike in an unraveled stance.
Practicing formations before taking serious measures to bring the most ferocity possible into combat. Stunning enemies and planning attacks while gathering knowledge of our preparations.
In what way did this become deadlier? How are we to repeat that in a different scenario? Does this specific action pull in all the abilities of my status when most opportune?
We knew what sort of statuses we desired to attain. Reaching a specific rank of ability to build up further achievements. Leading our party to encounter variants of war shadows when we moved through cascading tunnels that ended at folded, colliding trails to one side.
If we could snap up a kill, good. If we could attack once an opening presented itself or in tandem then that was better. If we coordinated before each battle or when ambushing monsters, then the result was almost predictable.
Our eyes moved faster than our weapons. In a single clear glance while we stood as motionless as possible. Giving rise or gaining fall with each completed movement.
Soft precise thrusts and stabs pierced through the poignant flipping of shadowy fractions of sight. Efficient movements flattening the increasingly present ground while our footsteps passed over paths in hushed prances or stealthily marching.
Multiple examples of striking in silence coming from the efforts of these five adventurers.
Swordsmanship, dagger handling, shield bashing, spear techniques, spellwork and powerful martial transitions into stance or combination moves.
Crossing clouds under pillars, columns and castles raised by divine lights.
The lull behind the light of heaven, softened pale warmth fallen, falling through clouds.
Overwhelming clarity, lightning following crashing waves of wind. Cold forms writhing below the depths.
Darkness appears. Darkened ink pooling under a wide silken sky, dripping in splashes.
Death and silence dancing over the coiling thunderclouds.
Beams of light splitting the firmament. Red deepening the climbing indigo dye. Vermillion mixing the pale gold flames past the presence of storms.
Oceans covered by billowing mist in layers. Waterfalls and waterwheels summoning unseen motion behind cold sharp forms.
Nine motes of light rolled by the realm.
Rare vibrant colours shimmering from the peaks hidden by the rain. Rays of azure bouncing from wave to wave.
Music naturally played by the scene of nature. Entire continents moved by the slowest undersea accumulations. Beauty demanding sight.
Mortal deaths blind to the mysteries of living creatures. Notes and tones falling before rising- peaking over connecting points to complete a sequence. Prepared words from the front of lines at stalls where hungry adventurers slumbered into their bowls of soup or chomped onto loafs.
Mourning and meddling sliding in or gliding past the tails of storms. Aggressiveness and tranquility placed in balanced parallels. Even more adventurers leaving in couples to enjoy the day.
Gold coins stacked as intended, exactly weighing or counting to put to rest the work of that evening.
Halls and mansions filled with fierce comrades. Cooperative compatriots or allies known to one while a few famed figures rattled the streets and taverns when they left the top floor of the dungeon.
Confident tanks, sharp archers, beautiful healers, cute mages and hidden warriors.
Armor and weapons properly carried while traversing the upper floors.
Some emerald haired high elves and blonde swordswomen, short dressed fairies, tall defined demihuma, prideful ears atop the heads of werefolks, foxkin, adorable heroines and the elusive long-lived dragonkin.
Greatswords, rapiers, straight swords, scythes, bows, daggers, stilettos, blades, katanas, field swords, sabers, scimitars, spears, knives, axes, clubs and staves.
Grand stimulating sights specially observed by the moments made by every major power from the city's main competitors.
Most destined to die in the dungeon or from assimilating the remainders of wars.
Either a slow decline past their prime or a fast finish faced by the end of their careers.
Generations of adventurers overlapping in one decade every century. While efforts from previous years becoming the core of most classes of adventurers.
Level 8 and Level 7 being the current mountain that most people could not contend with in the view of many low class parties.
A foaming mix of potential and achievements smoothing the twisting story of Orario's recent bustle.
Pluto, Dionysus, Athena, Quezalcoatl, Bacchus, Artemis, Zagreus, Mercury, Sol, Hephaestus, Ryūjin, Jacheongbi and Daikokuten were the leading players of the ‘game’ established by the trends to enter the dungeon. Gaining fame or earning riches by continuing to profit from conquering deeper floors.
Level One adventurers being encouraged to face trials so as to rank up from their beginning stages. Concerns from different walks of life not mattering when the last days of tremendous aspirations are crushed by the release of rising stars.
Chaos and Order scaling the diagrammatic chains of humanity's sincere needs. Status and falna raised to a tale's plateau or a lifting melody. Each individual case being more extensive than the last.
An unending length of encounters before conflict. Duels and boss battles based on realizing transformation. Tactics and commands meant to attain Excellia.
Either by supremacy or by acquisition.
Significant contributions made by the stronger ones in the most important placements in formations.
Orario went on while wind and blessed celestial bodies came together in alignment.
Peaceful sleep following the tides of many more measures than graves.
Drinking and devouring, the unique presence of graced proofs on the backs of favoured “children.”
Swift deaths prepared for every slower bet.
Wine and spirits drunk until merriment found purchase in the spectacular year of the present.
Sword in hand, the adventurer Sen makes way towards the dungeon by marching while concentrating on the thoughts brought by wise wonder willed into forms most mystical.
Into the Dungeon, through the top floors there and then down the entrance of several floors where experienced parties would explore.
Crossing the threshold of several sloped stairwells before the entrance of the 18th floor.
Sword and daggers sharpened until a shine is attained.
Flame appearing when summoned by a spell and spell circle. A mage reaching into the dungeon to be rewarded by treasure.
He enters to explore and returns before nightfall. Being encouraged and praised by his Goddess and Familia.
Again, he enters while solo or running an expedition with several parties.
A year after this, he becomes Level Three after defeating several infant dragons.
Getting an abundance of materials from this specific monster and finding rare materials that could be melted down to be worked on for practical crafting.
With this he commissions a talented person with the Forge development ability to create a dagger known as ‘Baguen’, a dagger with a blade length of 18.35823 cm from the base. Made with this Infant Dragon Bone and Infant Dragon Fangs.
This is also when Sen develops the ‘Power’ ability that raises the lethality of attacks and spells up my an entire level even with the benefits of the Mage development ability.
Deeper in the floors he explores, finding hidden passages through floors and marking where monster houses were from floors 20 to 24.
Then after battling alone against the first Monster Rex, he levels up to Level Four.
He asks to be given the Abnormal Resistance ability when it appeared as he was ranking up.
The status displaying a Magick rank of SSS 1599 while the Mage ability was at G.
The Power ability reached a rank of H.
All of his most beloved party members also ranked up in this time.
Dark Blue-Chan had become a Level Four adventurer with the alias ‘Dense Biscuit.’
Her development abilities of Immunity, Cleave and Sword Play gave her a major boost whenever they committed to attacking.
Light Green-Chan had also become a Level Four adventurers after contributing most of the damage to several variant monsters on our way up to the surface after an expedition.
Known to many young elves by the alias, ‘Lightly Raised Creampuff.’
Her own developmental abilities being Mage, Abnormal Resistance and Healing.
We saw an improvement in her damaging spells after she obtained this ability to support her healing spells.
Adventures became more exciting and stimulating from there on.
Intentional-Chan had become a Level Three adventurer with their abilities Hunter and Assassin. Often scouting for us and still in the position of our main supporter.
Her Secrecy skill being very effective when diverting aggro or removing unwanted variables.
Their alias, “Natural Silence.”
Further and further, they improved. Dangerous Smile-Sama became increasingly invested in our activities that she proposed as merger to Ceres-Sama.
Somehow, behind closed doors, she convinced Ceres of this and came to live in our mansion. Yamagata Palace.
We rebuilt the foundations of several buildings emptied behind our original place and connected everything with the highest quality stone we could buy. Enchanting everything we could and reinforcing the entire place to handle high level adventurers.
A year after that we completed several expeditions and quests. Coming down to the twenty seventh floor and moving through the thirtieth until stopping on the thirty second floor.
Returning after filling most of our storage bags.
The younger parties of our familia leveling up to levels three and two. Half of our familia now becoming level two adventurers with one mage with a healing spell becoming level four. So many celebrations together and dates where I led them to inns with private baths.
I acquired a dagger, made from various examples of the variability of adamantite from multiple floor. Including adamantine I had collected for myself.
‘Gurßebt’
A piercing dagger with a blade length of 17.6 cm.
After that, we continued to make progress. Some girls learning magick or gaining skills.
I gained a skill called ‘Strengthen Flames’ and then ‘Critical Strikes.’
With this trained by diving solo until it became second nature to hunt down Infant Dragons and Dragon-type monsters. To the point where I developed the ‘Dragon-Slayer’ skill and leveled up to Level Five.
A very mysterious development ability appeared after that, the ‘Sorcery’ ability.
It increased the quality of my mind and mana while refining every form of spell I could cast from chanting into a dangerous attack completely different from before.
The Mage ability became D after one year of this and the Power ability went up to D as well.
Then the Sorcery ability went up to H.
Every spell could now wipe out a monster rex from before Reveria, a single chant to summon flames and fire could be held until every spark of flame would engulf entire corridors, one after the next.
At this part of their story, the sword carried and brandished up till now did not cut deep into each enemy. Sen acquired a sword and retired their first purchased main-weapon.
A sword with an affinity for magick and a supernatural resistance to flame. Unbending and quenched with a magickal elixir made from Dragon Blood that I may or may not have collected from monsters during my career as an adventurer in the deep floors.
The Blossoming Sword, a dangerous shark of the deep~ ‘Othesame’
:3
Sen became very pleased with this new companion of theirs.
At Level Five, Sen Hyunyunmun could now reach the middle floors and deeper, on their own. Making it to the forty third floor with this status.
Strength B 725
Vitality S 999
Dexterity A 830
Agility A 810
Magick SSS 1400
Mage D
Power D
Abnormal Resistance G
Sorcery H
It was two years until the next rank up.
Diving deep into the dungeon and feeding crystal cores to a treasure devil- a type of miniaturized monster tamed to point towards treasure after being fed enough cores. This was to prevent the dungeon from reusing cores taken out of monsters slayed there.
Collecting materials while more parties formed between allied groups.
Sen gained the Recovery development ability after that. It quickly improved from how often healing and potions were given to Sen.
Sen Hyunyunmun
5 { 6
Strength G 289
Vitality E 430
Dexterity D 550
Agility D 525
Magick C 686
Mage D
Power D
Abnormal Resistance D
Sorcery G
Recovery H
There was an entire raised stack of Excellia stored in layers under the falna. It raised all basic abilities to this after a hand from Ceres.
Now it became so much more natural to climb down into the dungeon and sweep through floors or dangerous enemies.
The sword was enough to overcome the defenses of higher level or resistant monsters. Magick spells would decimate floors before even entering the many paths.
Floor 50 became a place to solo when improving martial strategies to bring down difficult opponents.
Actual immense threat to Sen's life appeared from the many dangers of those floors.
Variants of rare monsters and monsters on floors deeper than they usually appear.
This only meant more high quality Excellia was being added to the story built up by the adventurers of this young huma. Still, the Harvest skill reinforced the falna and Wend Nocht Sin made the Magick ability into an infinite source of strength.
There was no end to the benefits of this skill.
Already the hidden parameter of Sen's status may have reached a total of Maick 9000 or more with the current rank it continued to be.
Five months after entering on an expedition with a party, they managed to teleport all the way to the thirtieth floor and traveled to the fortieth floor to do what amounted to a slaughter when returning to leave.
Sending groups with Panphan-Chan to collect provisions and update their Status in sequenced cycles before Sen challenged the coliseum.
A single charged spell with several spell circles forming a magnificent flame of fyr.
Meant to be what collapsed the entire coliseum and the monster spawns the dungeon placed there.
There were no surviving monsters. The flames would engulf and devour all the monsters. Whether they spawned or were released from the inner rings.
A continuous fire of destruction that did not relent. Flowing stone scorched by fierce roiling hisses.
After enough time, that all ended in silence. Or something close to silence while the dungeon shook in rage.
A large skeletal monster leaped out from the ceiling. Fast and deranged with bizarre murderous movements.
It wasn't that overwhelming but that was only because of the extent my Magick had reached. Dodging and bouncing from slight twisting angles before completing a spell.
“Oh Flame, Under skies of red and clouds of darkness, I summon thy power to take form as mysterious strikes of flames. Swords of Flame!”
It revolved and bound the movements of this skeletal monster. Collapsing the force field it put up around itself and crushing down on the limbs before destroying the entire thing into ash.
No loot or anything from it. But it was exciting to take down something so seriously overpowered.
Enough to make clearing that floor while running around and locating monsters in the next rooms much more enjoyable.
Sometimes when I imagined that possibility of that monster appearing again on the floors above after breaking down the dungeon's terrain. I would get cheerful and lively.
Which is why I took my time figuring out how to prepare adventurers for facing that kind of monster each time the dungeon sent one.
It didn't have a resistance to fire after being disarmed of its shielding.
Desolation and echoes were left behind before Sen awaited the arrival of Panphan-Chan to then climb up to the top floors. Playing with her while knowing that this personal stairwell of hers didn't allow the spawning of monsters from the stone.
Most of Sen's party had become Level Six or Five by then. The combined benefits of several skills and strategies that made hunting much stronger monsters possible. Hidden skills that raised the potential rank of these young women.
Happy that I could preserve my energy before delving at full speed and with as much fatality as possible.
Finding fellow adventurers in those deep floors and helping them out with scouting to prevent losses.
It was good.
Soon after that, Sen updated their status until all were either close to S rank or higher
The Magick ability finally reached a new record of SSS 2299.
Mage went up to a B rank.
Sorcery went up to a C rank.
There were no possible ways of there being a stronger Mage in Orario now. Every major player from each familia with high amounts of Magick or Mind were then in the same field as Sen.
He would either behave respectfully to gain their cooperation or allowed them to invite him on deep floor explorations for the experience.
This became the start of a High Class Adventurer's plan to transform and train the many legendary adventurers into heroes capable of defeating the dungeon. Starting with the most powerful mages of the elves and finding fairies with a need for a companion with matching affinities.
This is also became how Sen gained the magick, Elemental Array. Now it was not only Flame that could be summoned from magick… but it came at the cost of being a shorter chant. Not that this small difference could be noticed by most adventurers.
Sen had even thrown a spell to decimate the many floors past the fiftieth without limiting the reach. It somehow made it to many floors below and destroyed every monster but led to the collapse of three entire floors.
A monster with a skeletal frame and unearthly speed was summoned again.
Yet it only took one spell and a few strikes to slay it. Turning it into ash and empty oblivion.
This was before Sen Hyunyunmun spent the next three years focusing on training and developing his familia while starting from I rank ability scores as a Level Seven adventurer.
With the development ability, ‘Magick Resistance.’ Many monsters had started appearing with supernatural attacks that sometimes stunned someone during attacks which was very dangerous.
Luckily, this ability could be raised quickly and effectively. Normal attacks from monsters no longer threaten the health of Sen as an adventurer now in what could be considered the realm of legendary heights.
Making further progress till the very ends of the deepest floors.
The End.
Ehu-hei
Rurumae~
Rurumae~
Dun Den-Dan~
Into floors, the danger rises.
Melting gold is beautiful to me.
Into danger, the monsters writhe there.
Orario, the dungeon city.
From the tower, return to the city.
Passing by, adventurers.
Forming parties, finding treasure, soaring pleasure, exciting me.
*music and rhythm*