Chapter 21: Triple Synergy, Banquet, and Chill
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the silk sheets and the two bodies tangled beneath them. The air was quiet, save for the slow, relaxed breathing of the lovers nestled together.
Chico lay on his side, one arm draped around Demeter's waist, his other hand gently brushing through her flowing hair. Her head rested against his bare chest, her fingers drawing idle circles along his skin. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. The look they shared was enough—eyes full of affection, trust, and that lingering haze of last night's passion.
Demeter reached up and kissed him—soft, slow, unhurried. He kissed her back with equal tenderness, brushing his nose against hers afterward.
"I could stay like this forever," she whispered.
"Yeah," Chico said, voice low and content. "Me too."
Just as he leaned in for another kiss—
Feats Achieved!
A barrage of shimmering, ethereal notifications lit up in his mind, each one accompanied by a distinct chime and the familiar gold-trimmed border of his Gatcha System.
Chico blinked, leaning back slightly as he mentally scanned through them. A quick count confirmed it: 5 new Gatcha notifications.
Feats:
Receive Your First Blowjob! From a Goddess!
Receive Your First Boobjob! From a Goddess!
Performed Oral! To a Goddess!
Complete a Sexual Act with a Goddess!
Very Successful Dungeon Dive!
Rewards:
1x Silver Ability Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Item Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Skill Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Gold Trait Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Familiar Gatcha Ticket
'Oh you lewd Gatcha…'
Demeter raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden shift in attention. "What is it?" she asked, tracing a finger down his chest.
Chico chuckled, still a little stunned. "Uh…looks like I completed some feats. Quite a few."
"Oh?" she giggled, eyes twinkling with mischief. "From last night, I assume?"
He scratched the back of his head, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "I guess our activities garnered achievement."
Demeter laughed—a bright, melodic sound—and settled more comfortably into his arms. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. Let's see what your feats bless you with."
"Alright then," Chico grinned, shifting slightly as he pulled up the glowing interface in his mind. "Let's roll."
Rolling…1x Silver Ability Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Item Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Skill Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Gold Trait Advantage Gatcha Ticket
1x Silver Familiar Gatcha Ticket
Water Breathing (1.1 Rarity, 0.11% odds)-Common Ability-
Allows the user to breathe underwater as if they were on land.
Or
Blind (3.2 Rarity, 0.16% odds)-Rare Ability-
Allows you to inflict a curse on your opponents, once applied it blocks off their sense of sight. You can place a curse on someone through touch or throwing a hex, a moderately fast projectile that looks like a rune, duration depends on the target's magic resistance and can be applied permanently on targets who cannot resist.
+
Enchanted Golden Apple (3.4 Rarity, 0.25% odds)-Rare Item-
Minecraft - A magical apple with skin resembling gold that has been enchanted with magic, eating it gives the eater rare level regeneration for one hour and also bolsters their vitality. Restock Timer: 210 Hours
Or
Silver Heart Ticket (2.5 Rarity, 0.87% odds)-Uncommon Item-
Apparently, they sell even affection nowadays. Just think of the person you want to affect and rip the ticket, making them like you more. Is it mind control? Nope, retroactive reality and probability bending. No unwanted side effects.
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Novice Stealth (1.4 Rarity, 0.65% odds)-Common Skill-
You are a novice in the way of stealth, you know how to mask your footsteps, how to sneak up on people, how to check for traps, and how to gather information more effectively. But anyone actually involved in the field is better than you.
Or
Muay Thai (2.9 Rarity, 0.98% odds)-Uncommon Skill-
You are an apprentice of Muay Thai, a powerful Thai martial art known as the "Art of Eight Limbs," utilizing punches, kicks, elbows, and knee strikes for devastating close and mid-range combat. It emphasizes powerful strikes, clinch fighting, and relentless conditioning to build endurance and toughness. With sufficient mastery, you can enhance your strikes with your internal energy.
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Angel (3.4 Rarity, 0.72% odds)-Rare Trait-
Race Change - You are an Angel, a being created with holy power, as an angel you have slightly increased physical stats and the ability to fly using your wings naturally. In addition, your Holy and Light-based abilities are more potent, in exchange all Darkness and Unholy abilities are weakened. You are also vulnerable to unholy attributes.
Or
Heaventaker (3.5 Rarity, 0.63% odds)-Rare Trait-
"You wake up, dreaming of a harem of...angel girls? That doesn't sound right-" Holy aligned/Angelic beings find themselves more attracted to you and it is easier to earn their affection.
&
Observer (2.4 Rarity, 2.2% odds)-Uncommon Familiar-
A group of disembodied floating eyeballs that can transmit their sight to yours and follow complex commands, they possess no combat power and are as vulnerable as human eyeballs. If an eye gets perished, you can resummon it in 24 hours.
Chico's eyes widened. 'Choose Blind, Enchanted Golden Apple, Muay Thai, and…Angel.'
Choices Confirmed.
Milestone Achieved! Open 50 Rewards from the Gatcha!
Reward: Triple Synergy & Random Gold Advantage Gatcha Ticket
Rolling…
Keratin Manipulation (3.9 Rarity, 0.16% odds)-Rare Ability-
Allows the user to generate and control Keratin, the main component of body parts like horns and nails. Allowing you to generate keratin constructs like horns, armours and shields or shooting scales and needles of Keratin.
Or
Transhuman (3.4 Rarity, 0.72% odds)-Rare Trait-
You are a transhuman...or whatever race you are, genetic and mechanical augments work very well with you. You suffer no penalty for changing your race or installing cybernetic implants. Change your body however you'd like, it was meant to be changed anyway.
He wasn't sure which would be the best choice…but he made a decision anyway.
'Choose Transhuman.'
Choice confirmed.
Triple Synergy now allows you to temporarily combine 3 abilities into one. Requires 3 slots to utilize.
Chico blinked, the golden shimmer of the last notification fading from his vision. His eyes were wide, heart beating a little quicker.
Demeter tilted her head at him, amused. "Well?" she asked, nudging his chest. "Did the heavens bless you again?"
"Oh, they definitely blessed me," he muttered, still scrolling through his mental interface. "I got…Blind. A curse that blocks someone's sight. A golden apple that gives me regeneration and increased vitality. Muay Thai, a martial art. And I, uh…" he hesitated.
Demeter arched a perfectly groomed brow. "And?"
"I can now become an…Angel, and I won't suffer any consequences," he admitted sheepishly, glancing down at her with a wry smile. "Wings. Boosted holy power. Only bad thing I can think about is perhaps not being able to use my current blades, and being weak to curses or anything 'unholy'."
Demeter stared at him for a moment—then burst out laughing. She rolled onto her back, her hair splaying across the pillow like golden vines. "An angel, like from the Abrahamic Pantheon?" she giggled. "After last night? Chico, you really are divine irony."
He groaned playfully, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "It's not that ironic…also you know the Abrahamic Pantheon?"
"…I'm more surprised you do. That faction remains in Tenkai. The Father, Yahweh, remains in Heaven along with his creations. His creations being Angels." Demeter explained. But then she chuckled.
"You were moaning like a beast, and now you have holy wings?" she teased, trailing her fingers down his back. "Darling, you're going to confuse so many people."
He grinned, nipping at her collarbone. "I wasn't the only one moaning like a beast…But regardless they'll get over it."
"Darling~~" If the two continued this they wouldn't leave this room till the afternoon.
"As much as I want to continue what we did last night, Dear. There's a Banquet of the Gods that will be happening today…and I probably won't make it back for a day at the least. There are things I wish to discuss with a few of my fellow gods." She stared into his eyes with a mix of longing, love…and even hunger.
"But," She rose from the bed, not even bothering to cover herself. Her divine breasts immediately captured his attention, he began to salviate. "When I return…" She stared directly into his eyes, there was no hesitation, only certainty. "I'll give you everything."
And with that she turned towards her bathroom. Hips swaying, hypnotizing him in arousal. When she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder, gave him a wink and entered.
"Such a tease…and I love it." He would stay his patience…even if it took a Herculean effort.
Chico looked up at the ceiling, now wondering what he should do…
The dungeon wasn't out of the question…but he wanted to go deeper than the 5th floor. Guess he'll be heading to the guild and request an advisor session. But first a shower…and let's see just how this race change works…
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Chico returned to his room, the soft click of the door sealing him inside. He moved without urgency, selecting his usual clothes—a dark, close-fitting top and sturdy pants—before heading into the bathroom.
He peeled off his shirt and faced the mirror.
"Let's see…race change?"
The Gatcha seemed to register the intent almost immediately, a familiar golden prompt blinking into view:
You now have an option for a race change. Change race to Angel? Y/N?
He confirmed it.
For a moment, he stood still, waiting for something to happen. Some tingling sensation. A shift. A radiant burst. But there was…nothing. He blinked, rolled his shoulders, flexed his arms. Turned around. Still the same.
"Huh..."
He frowned at his reflection. The race change was supposed to give him wings…So where were they?
'Maybe…this will work.'
Closing his eyes and with a deep breath, he let his thoughts drift inward. He reached deep into his imagination and conjured an image of himself, no, not just an image, a version of himself. A being with vast, white-feathered wings unfurled from his back, wide enough to block out the sun.
He pictured himself standing at the edge of a cliff, wind whipping through his hair. With a powerful leap, he took off.
The air resistance slammed into him like a wall, catching under his wings, lifting him.
He imagined the pressure against his chest and face, the cool wind searing past his ears, loud and constant.
His wings beat powerfully, feathers rippling and flexing under the strain, every flap propelling him higher.
The sky was endless, blue fading into indigo. He passed through clouds that hissed against his skin, droplets clinging and trailing behind him like glitter.
Higher and higher until he pierced the upper atmosphere, where the cold bit at his skin and the sun loomed like a golden eye. He squinted into its light.
Then he let himself fall.
The speed. The thrill. The freedom.
He slowly opened his eyes. And in the reflection in the mirror…
A pair of wings now extended from his back, just as he had imagined.
Chico stared at them in the mirror, jaw slightly parted. White. Flawless. Beautiful.
He turned to check his back. The wings were there, hovering slightly behind him, almost ethereal. They didn't tear through his flesh or sprout from bone. They just were. And they were his.
He twisted to see the side profile. They moved with him, weightless yet solid. He reached back, his hand brushing through the feathers. They were soft. Impossibly soft.
Then, just to test, he thought of hiding them.
They vanished instantly.
"Huh."
A grin tugged at his lips. That's extremely convenient.
He pulled on his shirt, focused again, and watched the wings return, phasing cleanly through fabric like it wasn't there. They felt the same. Unrestricted.
'If they pass through clothing, they'll pass through armor', he thought with satisfaction. Another win.
Since he had a few minutes to spare, he decided to test something else.
He slotted his Holy Flame ability in for Summon Item and raised his palm.
A ball of fire appeared, but this wasn't the same golden flame he'd summoned just days before.
It blazed like the sun—almost blinding in its intensity, golden-white at the core, the heat practically humming against his skin. His wings—still unfurled—reflected the light with a soft, heavenly sheen.
Chico's eyes gleamed.
It wasn't just for show. This flame was stronger. Pure.
Then, he dismissed his wings again.
The flame dimmed, losing some of its brilliance. Still potent. Still refined. But nowhere near as intense.
Interesting…
He mentally measured the difference.
With wings out: his holy flame's potency was roughly double.
With wings hidden: a solid 50% increase over his human baseline.
For now, he let the fire vanish.
"I'll keep those wings hidden unless I really need them," he muttered. "But when I do…"
He smirked.
With his brief testing complete, Chico stepped into the shower, steam already curling around him. His mind buzzed with possibilities.
He was getting stronger now.
Soon the dungeon wouldn't stand a chance…
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Chico adjusted the collar of his shirt as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. His wings were long gone now, hidden with a single thought, but the sensation of them still lingered faintly behind him. It gave him a strange sense of comfort…of elevation.
He turned toward the mirror one last time, gave himself a nod, and moved to his desk.
"Alright…" he muttered aloud, gathering his thoughts. "Here's what needs to get done today."
First up: the Guild. He wanted another advisor session—specifically focused on the 6th and 7th floors. If he remembered correctly, those were the floors where War Shadows, Frog Shooters, and Killer Ants started spawning. Faster enemies, ranged attackers, and swarming types…not too big of threats alone, but in groups? Even with his increased stats they could prove challenging. But with tactics, skills, and ability, he'll make it just fine.
Second: a trip to the Blue Pharmacy. He rolled his shoulders with a sigh. The high potion Persephone gave him had most definitely been used on the kid yesterday, without regret, but it still left him short. The rest of his stock had shattered when he slammed into the stone during the Minotaur fight. A brutal memory, but a victorious one.
Good thing he still had plenty of valis left.
With that, Chico grabbed his coin pouch, made sure his equipment was ready to be summoned, and stepped out of his room. The manor was quiet, morning light slipping through the windows and warming the polished wooden floors.
He moved with purpose, his steps steady as he began his walk through the city. His destination: the Guild. It was time to start preparing for the next level of the Dungeon…and the dangers that came with it.
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After a leisurely walk through Orario's bustling streets, Chico took his time enjoying a small breakfast from one of the food stalls near Central Park. A toasted meat skewer in one hand, juice in the other, he strolled along without urgency. The day was warming up, the city alive with chatter, carts, and adventurers in various states of bruised exhaustion or pre-mission focus.
By the time he reached the Guild, the front hall was packed.
Lines snaked along the receptionist counters, and the Guild board was almost swarmed with adventurers jostling for quests and notices. Chico took it all in with a glance, unfazed. He scanned the front, and sure enough—there she was. Blonde hair tied in a neat bun, posture perfect, eyes sharp even as she handled one adventurer after another with practiced efficiency.
Ariel.
Her line was the longest, naturally. But Chico was in no rush.
He joined the end of the line and waited patiently, watching the ebb and flow of people, the subtle rhythm of the Guild at full tilt. Eventually, after what felt like an hour, the line thinned. And then it was his turn.
"Morning," he greeted, offering her a warm, easy smile.
Ariel looked up, blinked once, and her expression softened. "Well, well…look who's still alive. How can I help this helpless adventurer-kun today?"
Chico smirked. "I'm in desperate need of guidance. It's a life-or-death matter, really."
She chuckled softly and glanced down the counter. "Misha-san," she called out sweetly.
A pink-haired receptionist paused in her paperwork and let out an audible groan. "I just sat down…"
"Your timing is perfect, then," Ariel replied with a mock-innocent tone.
Misha dragged her feet to the counter as Ariel circled out and gave Chico a nod. The two slipped into one of the Guild's advisor booths and settled in.
"So," Ariel started, pulling out a blank form. "What shall I be advising for today?"
"The 6th and 7th floors."
She raised a brow. "Chico…that's a little fast, don't you think? Even if you were able to kill a Minotaur, most adventurers spend months building up to that. You're still a solo, right?"
"I am," he admitted. "But I'm also not the same guy I was when I first stepped into the Dungeon."
Ariel tilted her head, skeptical but listening.
"All my stats are F-tier now," Chico said casually, "and my magic hit E."
She blinked. Then stared. "…What?"
He chuckled at her reaction. "The Minotaur gave me quite a bit of high quality excelia. Not enough to level, but…it helped."
There was a moment of silence. Ariel's gaze lingered on him—not with disbelief, but with a quiet, almost worried intensity.
"You're sure you're alright?" she asked softly. "The Minotaur…that kind of encounter can leave scars, even if you survive."
Chico met her gaze, and something gentle flickered in his eyes.
"It was terrifying…at first. But I faced it. I killed it. That fear isn't in me anymore. Now…I just want to get stronger."
Ariel smiled. It wasn't the playful one she wore with other adventurers. It was softer, realer. "Then I guess we'd better prepare you properly."
And so they did.
The session stretched on for hours. Ariel walked him through everything. Monster behaviors, spawn patterns, tunnel routes, danger zones, and even information about the monster pantry on the 7th floor.
They also went over recommended equipment, potions, antidotes, and a few other things.
By the time the session wrapped up, it was well past noon. Chico leaned back in his chair, eyes shining.
"I'm ready."
"You're more prepared than most," Ariel admitted, gathering the papers. "Just…don't get cocky."
They packed up the materials together, storing books, maps, and loose notes back into the advisor cabinets. Once done, they stepped out of the booth.
Chico held the door open, then pulled her into a quick, one-armed hug.
She didn't hesitate to return it.
"Thanks," he murmured.
"You're welcome," she said quietly, then gave him a playful poke to the chest. "I expect great success on your next Dungeon trip."
He grinned. "I'll conquer both floors."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Just don't die, you idiot."
With one final wave, Chico exited the Guild, stepping into the bright afternoon sun. It was now one o'clock. His next destination was clear.
The Blue Pharmacy.
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Since it was well past lunchtime, Chico decided to stop by a small shop tucked between two stone alleys and grab a quick meal. A skewer of grilled meat, a rice bun, and a chilled fruit drink later, he was on his way again—now properly fueled for the walk.
Daedalus Street was never a short trip from the Guild, and by the time he reached the familiar little building of the Blue Pharmacy, nearly an hour had passed. The streets were a little less crowded here, the air carrying the faint smell of herbs and alchemy.
Chico pushed open the door, and the bell above jingled in that same, muted tone.
Behind the counter was Naaza.
Just like before, she wore the same sleepy-eyed expression, like she was halfway between awake and somewhere else entirely. Her ears twitched lazily, and her long tail swayed just once behind her.
"…So you actually came back," she murmured in that languid, monotone voice. "Didn't think you would."
Chico gave her a small wave as he stepped in. "Told you I would, didn't I?"
She gave a half-shrug, eyes half-lidded. "Mmn. Most people say things like that and never come back."
"Well, I'm not most people."
"No…you're not," she said, voice unreadable, eyes trailing him as he moved through the aisles.
Chico began selecting his supplies, reviewing the labels carefully.
2 magic potions.
5 basic healing potions.
2 high healing potions.
And 5 antidotes.
The prices flashed in his mind as he picked them out:
•Magic potions: 10,000 valis each.
•High healing potions: 10,000 valis each.
•Basic healing potions: 500 valis each.
•Antidotes: 2,000 valis each.
By the time he returned to the front counter with a decent haul, he could feel Naaza's eyes on him. Still half-lazy…but sharp.
And something else caught his attention.
Her tail, which had been resting idly behind the counter, was wagging. Slowly, but unmistakably.
It was…honestly kind of adorable.
He set the items down without comment.
Naaza looked over the collection, blinking slowly. "You sure you can afford all this? You're still a newbie adventurer, aren't you?"
He gave her a deadpan stare and raised a brow. "…Is this your strategy to poke at my ego so I spend more?"
She tilted her head cutely. "Maybe...Is it working?"
That earned a short laugh from him. He shook his head. "You're dangerous."
Her lips curved into a small, amused smile—barely there, but definitely real. "Mhm. Don't forget it."
She rang up the total. "52,500 valis."
He paid without flinching, passing over the sum while she gathered his potions into a small reinforced bag.
She slid it over the counter to him. "They're sealed tight. Won't shatter unless you do something dumb."
"Noted," he replied, shouldering the bag.
Her eyes lingered on him as he turned to leave, still sharp…still watchful.
"Good luck," she added, almost offhandedly.
He glanced back. "Thanks. I'll probably be back again soon."
"We'll see," she replied, leaning against the counter, tail still swaying behind her.
With that, Chico stepped back into the sunlit street, his pouch of valis significantly lighter, but his inventory fully restocked.
Now then…
It was still early afternoon. If Persephone was home, maybe some sparring was in order. And if not…
Well.
The Dungeon was always waiting.
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Rather than walk the long way back, Chico flagged down a carriage and paid the fare. It shaved off a good hour of travel. Which he didn't mind parting a few valis for.
Once home, he made a beeline to his room. He unpacked the new potions with care, sliding them into designated slots in his belt and backpack. He left a one high healing and magic potion to remain in his room, he placed two summoning markers on each, should he ever need them, they'll appear at the snap of a finger.
With that done, he took a short walk around the manor, just to get a sense of who might be around. He passed through the dining room, which was quiet. The training yard, which was empty. The familia gardens, lush and fragrant but vacant. Even the solarium, sun-drenched and quiet as ever, held no trace of life.
No Persephone. No Demeter either. She must have left recently for the Banquet of the Gods, judging by the absence of her usual lingering presence.
Chico paused in the garden for a breath, letting the wind ruffle his hair. He had hoped to squeeze in some sparring…or at least a conversation. But with both goddess and Captain gone, there wasn't much holding him back.
It was later in the day than he usually preferred, but the idea of entering the Dungeon with fewer adventurers around had a strange appeal. Less noise. Less competition. More spawns.
He made up his mind.
With one final glance at the empty manor, Chico stepped back out into Orario's streets, heading straight for Babel Tower.
It was time to return to the Dungeon.
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~Demeter~ Morning
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the silk sheets and the two bodies tangled beneath them. The air was quiet, save for the slow, relaxed breathing of the lovers nestled together.
Chico lay on his side, one arm draped around her waist, his other hand gently brushing through her flowing hair. Her head rested against his bare chest, her fingers drawing idle circles along his skin.
Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. The look they shared was enough, eyes full of affection, trust, and that lingering haze of last night's passion.
Demeter reached up and kissed him, soft, slow, unhurried. He kissed her back with equal tenderness, brushing his nose against hers afterward.
"I could stay like this forever," she whispered.
"Yeah," Chico said, voice low and content. "Me too."
Just as he leaned in for another kiss—
Chico blinked, leaning back slightly as he seemed to look at something else. His 'divine lottery' as she calls it.
Demeter raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden shift in attention. "What is it?" she asked, tracing a finger down his chest.
Chico chuckled, still a little stunned. "Uh…looks like I completed some feats. Quite a few."
"Oh?" she giggled, eyes twinkling with mischief. "From last night, I assume?"
He scratched the back of his head, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "I guess our activities garnered achievement."
Demeter laughed, a bright, melodic sound and settled more comfortably into his arms. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. Let's see what your feats bless you with."
"Alright then," Chico grinned, shifting slightly as he pulled up the glowing interface in his mind. "Let's roll."
After a few moments, his eyes were wide, heart beating a little quicker.
Demeter tilted her head at him, amused. "Well?" she asked, nudging his chest. "Did the heavens bless you again?"
"Oh, they definitely blessed me," he muttered, still looking a bit dazed.
"I got…Blind. A curse that blocks someone's sight. A golden apple that gives me regeneration and increased vitality. Muay Thai, a martial art. And I, uh…" he hesitated.
Demeter arched a perfectly groomed brow. "And?"
"I can now become an…Angel, and I won't suffer any consequences," he admitted sheepishly, glancing down at her with a wry smile.
"Wings. Boosted holy power. Only bad thing I can think about is perhaps not being able to use my current blades, and being weak to curses or anything 'unholy'."
Demeter stared at him for a moment…then burst out laughing. She rolled onto her back, her hair splaying across the pillow like golden vines.
"An Angel, like from the Abrahamic Pantheon?" she giggled. "After last night? Chico, you really are divine irony."
"You were moaning like a beast, and now you have holy wings?" she teased, trailing her fingers down his back. "Darling, you're going to confuse so many people."
He grinned, nipping at her collarbone. "I wasn't the only one moaning like a beast…But regardless they'll get over it."
"Darling~~" If the two continued this they wouldn't leave this room till the afternoon.
"As much as I want to continue what we did last night, Dear. There's a Banquet of the Gods that will be happening today…and I probably won't make it back for a day at the least. There are things I wish to discuss with a few of my fellow gods." She stared into his eyes with a mix of longing, love…and even hunger.
"But," She rose from the bed, not even bothering to cover herself. Her divine breasts immediately captured his attention, he began to salivate.
"When I return…" She stared directly into his eyes, there was no hesitation, only certainty. "I'll give you everything."
And with that she turned towards her bathroom. Hips swaying, hypnotizing him in arousal. When she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder, gave him a wink and entered.
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Steam filled the bathroom, curling around her as she stood beneath the heated water. Despite her composed departure, her heart was still pounding. Not from embarrassment—but from emotion.
He became an Angel…And he accepted it without hesitation. No fear. No self-doubt.
She wasn't sure whether to be proud or terrified.
She ran her fingers through her damp hair, collecting her thoughts. She had important things to do today, far beyond formal greetings and idle banter. She would be purposeful, strategic.
She would be on the lookout for Hephaestus. Chico had explained his armor's potential for growth; it could be upgraded with special metals.
He said it would require 10 kilograms total: seven of Mithril, three of Adamantine or Orichalcum. It wasn't a small request. But Demeter knew quality when she saw it. Chico's armor was no common relic, it was a worthy tool, one that could evolve.
Perhaps she could even request a new sword…perhaps another time.
Hestia came next. She wanted to thank her. Not out of formality, but genuine gratitude. Her child, Bell Cranel, had saved her child.
That alone filled her with gratitude. And Chico… he spoke of Bell with respect. He seemed to hold the boy in high regard.
Freya was more complicated. Demeter had no delusions, Freya had long been a force of her own. But Demeter intended to speak to her not with suspicion, but with sincerity. As a friend, rather than a goddess.
She wanted advice. Perspective. And…perhaps, a quiet alliance. Freya saw things others didn't. If she could be convinced to care, even a little, it might change Chico's entire future. Especially with what she planned to tell her…
Lastly, Loki. That one was easier. A simple thank-you, for her children's assistance during the Minotaur incident. A courtesy. But also a gesture. Because relationships between gods were often built on tiny strings…and Demeter wanted those strings intact.
She finished her bath, dried and dressed in her most elegant formal wear: A dress from a fine garment rack, a luxurious off-shoulder gown in a soft cream tone, adorned with subtle wheat embroidery at the waist. The full skirt deepened into a coral-pink hue at the hem, reminiscent of blushing petals. She stepped into it with practiced grace, the fabric hugging her divine form perfectly.
She also had a pair of white gloves that really made the outfit pop, along with a pair of matching white heels.
Before leaving her room, she paused one last time at the mirror.
And smiled.
Not because she looked beautiful, but because she felt powerful. Not in divine might…but in purpose.
'I'll return to you soon, Chico.'
And when she did…
She'd give him everything.
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Demeter stepped alone into the gilded carriage, her soft cream-and-coral gown trailing behind her like the petals of a divine blossom. Persephone had insisted on escorting her to and from the Banquet, but only as far as the Ganesha Familia estate. She would wait outside, unseen and respectful. The Banquet of the Gods was exclusive, only deities were permitted beyond the inner gates.
The ride was quiet but elegant, the soft rattle of wheels against cobblestone a distant murmur beneath the thoughts in her head. The closer they came to the Ganesha Familia home, the more the weight of the evening settled over her shoulders, not as burden, but as intention. There were things she had to do tonight. Connections to make. Support to gain.
The estate loomed large under the darkening sky, lanterns casting golden halos along its marble steps. As she stepped down from the carriage, a quiet hush fell over the growing crowd outside. Dressed gods and goddesses entered one by one, each a vision of power and personality.
Inside, the hall was vast, adorned with intricate carvings of beasts and divine figures, the high ceiling painted with murals of myth. Velvet banners bearing the Ganesha Familia crest hung from polished columns, and golden plates of fruit and ambrosia lined long banquet tables.
Before long, the crowd quieted as Ganesha himself appeared atop the grand staircase, arms raised theatrically.
"WELCOME!" he boomed, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "I-AM-GANESHA!"
A beat of silence followed…then scattered applause and indulgent laughter from the gathered deities.
He grinned, pleased. "Let us drink, dance, and speak with one another as only gods can. May tonight bring joy, insight…and perhaps, a little mischief!"
With that, the music resumed, and the Banquet officially began.
Demeter waded into the crowd with elegance, her presence a warm contrast to the decadent formality surrounding her. She offered greetings to those she hadn't seen in years: Astraea with her calm smile; Miach, ever gentle; and even a distant nod to Ishtar, who lingered near the far edge of the hall with watchful eyes.
But her attention soon locked onto a familiar presence near the wine table, Dionysus.
He stood aloof yet charming, swirling a glass of red wine in one hand, his amethyst eyes surveying the room with mild amusement. Demeter approached him with a knowing smile.
"Dionysus," she said, voice honeyed and warm, "how many glasses in are you?"
He turned, smiling slowly. "Demeter. Not nearly enough, now that you're here."
They shared a laugh, easing into conversation like old friends. They talked of the city's recent shifts, the Festival of Fertility that Demeter had quietly overseen weeks ago, and of course, eventually, about their children.
"I heard you took a leave of absence from Orario, Demeter. Anything worth sharing?"
Demeter smiled, but before she could speak, a sly voice cut in—
"Yo! Dionysus! So you came too?"
Loki slid between them with the subtlety of a breeze, arms folded, grin sharp.
"Oh, if it isn't Loki, how nice it is to see you."
"Ara~ hello Loki, it's been a while since we last talked, are you doing well?"
Loki's gaze shifted to her voice and it immediately focused on her extremely large bosom, and it seemed to bring her brain to a pause.
"O-ooh…sup, Demeter…l-long time no see."
…
Dionysus shifted his attention to Loki and began conversing with her.
"Still, like always, Ganesha's parties are so lively. But with so many gods here…it's necessary to put on a big show."
Loki nodded, then abruptly changed direction:
"Oohhhh!"
She spun on her heel.
"I must take my leave, my sincere apologies. Something urgent has come up."
In almost the same motion, she ran across the room, as she spotted a petite goddess, one she was looking for.
"Yo! Shrimp!!"
Demeter watched her go, then turned to Dionysus with an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry…I also need to speak with Hestia."
He gave a small sigh of understanding. "Another time, then."
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him in a soft, familiar hug. "Take care, Dionysus."
And with that, she stepped away, walking gracefully toward the little goddess waiting near the edge of the hall.
Dionysus remained still for a long moment, blinking once…then sipped his wine, turned, and disappeared back into the mingling crowd, with a neutral expression…
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Demeter took a slow, measured breath as she drifted through the crowd. Her steps were graceful, unhurried, her expression placid—but her thoughts moved with quiet unease.
That look Dionysus had worn…
She'd seen it before. Not once. Not twice. Dozens of times. In Heaven, among their kind, that gleam behind the eyes meant only one thing: scheming. A plan turning like a wheel behind an easy smile. Whether it was petty or profound, it was never nothing.
She hoped it was harmless this time. But still…
She wouldn't let it trouble her. Not tonight.
The divine murmurs of the banquet hall softened around her as she approached a small cluster near the corner: Freya, Hephaestus, Hestia, and Loki. The latter two were already at each other's throats in a way that made Demeter smile, warm and indulgent, like a mother watching quarreling children.
"You flat-chested imp!" Loki barked, hands on her hips, nose-to-nose with a furious Hestia.
"At least I don't need to drink myself into delusions just to feel wanted!" Hestia snapped back, fists balled up, her pigtails trembling like angry antennae.
Freya stood nearby with her wine, watching the spat unfold with cool amusement.
Demeter didn't interrupt, not verbally. Instead, she stepped up behind Hephaestus and wrapped her arms gently around the taller goddess's waist, pressing her cheek to her back.
Hephaestus didn't flinch. Instead, she let out a soft breath and gave a faint, tired smile. "Demeter…I figured you'd show up eventually."
"I wouldn't miss this for the lower world," Demeter teased, releasing her after a beat. "You look radiant, as always."
Hephaestus chuckled. "You're too kind. And you're looking particularly pleased with yourself."
"Mmm. I have good reasons lately."
Loki and Hestia's voices rose again, something about "taking things seriously" and "flaunting breasts like currency" but Demeter ignored it, eyes shifting toward the most composed of the four.
Freya stood still, wine in hand, silently sipping from her glass with a hint of amusement curling at the corners of her lips.
Demeter smirked and glided over. With the same gentle ease, she snuck her arms around Freya from behind.
The goddess of beauty blinked once, surprised…then let out a soft laugh, tilting her head slightly toward her.
"I didn't expect such boldness from you tonight, Demeter," she said with light mirth.
"Blame the wine," Demeter replied sweetly. "Or the company."
Freya smiled, leaning into her just a little, and soon the three goddesses formed their own pocket of warmth within the storm of squabbling.
After a few light exchanges, it was Hephaestus who leaned toward Freya, eyebrow raised. "I'll admit I'm surprised to see you here, Freya. You don't usually attend these kinds of events."
Freya glanced sidelong at her. "Something recently…piqued my interest. That, and Demeter requested a private talk."
Hephaestus blinked at that, curious. Her eyes slid toward Demeter, who smiled serenely but didn't elaborate.
"Oh?" Hephaestus ventured. "Let me guess—this wouldn't happen to be about your newest child, would it?"
Demeter gave a quiet laugh, covering her cheek with one hand in mock shyness. "Ara~ yes, it is about my Chico."
Freya tilted her head. "You knew that just from a guess?"
"I've met him once, at the Guild," Hephaestus said, adjusting her stance. "I came by to confirm the truth of his…well, let's call them his spoils."
Freya arched an elegant brow. "That's intriguing."
Hephaestus didn't elaborate further. Instead, she sipped her wine and then gave Demeter a sly glance. "Speaking of which…I've heard a little rumor."
Demeter's expression didn't change, until Hephaestus continued.
"A certain goddess has entered a relationship."
That stopped the Loki–Hestia brawl cold.
Both of them fell completely silent, staring as Demeter blushed beautifully, hand rising once again to her cheek in a dramatic flourish.
"Ara~ yes, my Chico took me out on a date just yesterday. And it was wonderful."
She spoke softly, dreamily. "We started with shopping—just going around looking for fun trinkets and wares. Then, he took me to the Coliseum for a play. It was charming, thoughtful. After that, dinner at the Hostess of Fertility. And then…a moonlit walk beneath the stars." She closed her eyes briefly. "It was perfect."
Freya smiled, something tender flashing across her otherwise unreadable face. "I might be a little jealous."
"You deserve it," Hephaestus added, her smile genuine.
"Thank you," Demeter replied softly. Then, as if remembering her true purpose, her expression shifted—growing solemn, resolute.
"I do have something to ask, Hephaestus. It's a rather serious request."
Hephaestus straightened a little. "…Go ahead."
Demeter inhaled, meeting her eyes. "I'd like to purchase seven kilos of mithril…and three kilos of adamantine or orichalcum."
Even Freya's expression shifted at that. The entire group quieted. Hestia and Loki leaned in, listening now with veiled interest.
Hephaestus furrowed her brow. "That's…a massive order. Those ores aren't cheap, Demeter. You're looking at 50 to 80 million valis…at minimum. What kind of weapon are you looking to forge?"
Demeter shook her head. "It's not for a weapon. It's for armor. Chico has an extraordinarily powerful fire magic…but if he were to gain an enhancement-type magic in the future, the need for specialized, flame enhanced armor could become vital for survival."
Hephaestus paused, eyes narrowing in thought. Then she nodded slowly. "He did seem interested in doing business…and since it's you asking…"
She tapped her chin, considering.
"I'll offer you a deal. 7 kilos of mithril. 3 kilos of adamantine, for 10 million valis, plus a favor."
Demeter blinked. "A favor?"
"Yes. When he's strong enough, I want him to join a few of our expeditions. Standard support role. Nothing permanent, just a couple full runs."
Freya glanced between them, silent.
"…And if I want Oricalchum instead?" Demeter asked, calm.
"Same deal, but add twenty million. Oricalchum is no joke."
Demeter smiled with quiet resolve. "Then I'll take the second offer. Thirty million. Paid in monthly increments."
Hephaestus nodded once. "Done. I'll have the ores delivered to your manor by tomorrow."
In a rare show of spontaneous affection, Demeter stepped forward and pulled Hephaestus into a warm embrace.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The flame-haired goddess gave a small laugh. "You're welcome."
Demeter released her with a radiant smile, but then her eyes turned toward the quiet goddess still standing near the edge, Freya.
"…Now then," Demeter said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "I believe we had a conversation to finish, didn't we?"
Freya's lips curled faintly. "Yes…we did."
And just like that, the warmth in the air shifted. Not colder, just sharper.
Something important was coming.
And the Banquet of the Gods continued on in the background, unaware that a new thread was quietly being spun.
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~Hestia POV~
Hestia crossed her arms, eyes lingering on Demeter with thinly veiled disbelief. 7 kilos of mithril…and 3 kilos of adamantine or orichalcum? Just hearing those words had nearly made her heart stop. She wasn't sure what amazed her more—that Demeter asked for such a haul with a straight face, or that Hephaestus had actually agreed.
Just like that…?
The entire reason Hestia came tonight was to make a request of Hephaestus herself…yet now she was wondering if she'd even get the chance. Before she could dwell on it too long, Demeter stepped over to her and without warning, pulled her into a warm, almost suffocating hug.
"W-Wha—!?" Hestia flailed slightly, face turning red as her forehead bumped into Demeter's shoulder. "What's this for!?"
Demeter didn't let go. Her hold was gentle but unrelenting.
"Your child…Bell Cranel," she murmured. "He saved mine."
Hestia blinked.
"In the Dungeon. Fifth floor. A Minotaur appeared…and Bell led it away so my Chico could recover. If not for him…my child may not be here."
Hestia felt her chest tighten. She remembered the moment on Bell's Falna. That wave of fear, of resolve…she hadn't understood it then. Not completely.
"That young man…he was yours?" she asked quietly. "The one who slayed the Minotaur?"
Demeter nodded. "Yes. Chico."
The name settled in her mind with unexpected weight.
"…Bell told me he was just a strong adventurer who happened to be there."
Demeter smiled softly. "Your child saved him. And he returned the favor. I'm…deeply grateful. And if ever you need support, Hestia…I'll be there."
Hestia smiled, radiant with pride. "Thank you, Demeter. That means more than you know."
They let go, and Demeter turned toward another familiar presence who'd been quietly sipping from her flask, Loki.
"And you…" Demeter said, voice warm and clear. "Thank you as well. One of your children returned my Chico from the Dungeon while he was still unconscious."
Loki raised an eyebrow, then gave a casual shrug. "Eh…don't mention it. Least we could do, considering it was our actions that led the beast down there in the first place."
She gave a dry smirk. "Still…can't lie, I'm curious about your little boy. Got some bite to him."
Demeter chuckled. "Perhaps we'll talk about him another time."
With that, she and Freya walked away together, graceful and composed, most likely headed for Babel or Freya's Familia estate. The moment they left the garden courtyard, the calm began to crack.
Loki smirked. "Well, wasn't that just adorable. I swear, it's like we were watching the finale of some mortal soap opera. What's next? Wedding bells?"
Hestia rolled her eyes. "Jealous much?"
Loki raised a brow. "Of what, exactly? A spoiled kid and his sugar-mama goddess?"
Hestia grinned. Sharp. Mean.
"At least I don't have to stuff my top with socks just to pass for a woman."
The smirk faltered.
Hestia tilted her head, voice syrupy sweet. "Tell me, Loki, do you ever not get mistaken for some scrawny dude? Or is it just part of your charm?"
Hephaestus winced. A few nearby gods held in chuckles.
"And let's be honest," Hestia continued, arms crossed, smile cruel. "When your chest is flatter than an ironing board, it's kinda hard to take you seriously as a 'seductress.' You look more like someone's lost little brother trying to sneak into the adult table."
Loki's jaw dropped.
"…Y-You little—"
"Oh no, don't cry now~" Hestia said, lifting her bust with her arm. "I'm sure someone, somewhere finds plank-shaped, man-faced weirdos cute. Maybe."
Loki stood there frozen for a second—then spun on her heel and stormed off, red-faced and trembling, her pride bleeding out with every step.
"…Ow," Hephaestus muttered. "That might've actually been lethal."
Hestia just smiled, basking in the glow of her victory.
Hestia stood victorious, hands on her hips.
"Finally."
Now free of distractions, she marched right up to Hephaestus, her face turning serious. The taller goddess raised an eyebrow—just as Hestia dropped to her knees in a perfect, practiced dogeza.
"Hephaestus! Please! Make a weapon for my child!!"
Gasps fluttered through the divine crowd like a breeze. Hephaestus blinked and took a full step back.
"…You're seriously doing this now?"
"I've never been more serious in my life!" Hestia cried, scooting forward and bowing again. "Please! Just one weapon! I'll pay in favors, valis, hair strands, you name it!"
More murmurs. More whispers.
Hephaestus groaned and rubbed her temple. "Just…get up. And come with me."
"Really!?"
"Yes. But I'm already regretting this."
"Thank you!"
Hestia scrambled to her feet and rushed after her friend. The two left the banquet behind them, the eyes of curious gods trailing after their wake.
Bell…hold on. Your goddess is doing everything she can.
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~Chico POV~
The moment Chico stepped out of the Dungeon, he was met with the cool night air and a vast sky painted with stars. He took a slow breath, sweat still clinging to his skin beneath his armor, and exhaled as the tension left his shoulders. Four hours…and eighty monsters later.
29 goblins, 27 kobolds, 24 dungeon lizards. The lizard count was a surprise, but he wasn't complaining, it made for a damn fine haul.
He tightened the strap on his satchel and began walking through the quiet streets of Orario, each step a soft crunch on cobblestone. The Guild was his next stop. He doubted Ariel would be there this late, but on the off chance she was, he didn't want to miss her. If not, well…he'd just return tomorrow.
The Guild was quieter than usual when he entered. A handful of adventurers milled about, but nothing like the usual midday rush. As he scanned the room, his eyes briefly caught a small figure carrying a comically sized backpack. A pallum, he guessed. The sight tickled something in the back of his brain…familiar, but foggy. Eh…probably nothing.
His gaze swept across the hall until it settled on a familiar set of steely eyes and a tidy uniform.
Rose Fannett-san. Hah…what luck.
He made a beeline for her line, and the moment she saw him, she straightened with recognition.
"You just returned from the Dungeon?" she asked, her tone cool, but not unkind.
"Yep," Chico nodded. "Think I can trade these in with you? Privately?"
She gave a simple nod. "Of course. Right this way."
Inside the usual side booth, the pair set to work sorting through Chico's drop items, Chico insisted on helping. Goblin fangs, kobold nails, dungeon lizard tails…it took a bit, but they finished efficiently.
"109,550 valis," Rose declared, sliding him the amount of valis with a tidy motion.
He whistled lightly, taking it. "Not bad for a four-hour shift."
"Quite ludicrous, considering you only went as deep as the fifth floor," she replied, folding her hands. Then, with a curious look, she added, "Though…I have a question. I noticed your name didn't appear in the level-up notices."
That gave him pause…until it clicked.
"You heard about the Minotaur, huh?"
"I did," she said simply.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I got a lot of high-quality excelia from that fight, but not enough to reach the threshold. Not yet."
Rose blinked hard. She looked at him incredulously. "You defeated a Minotaur as a level 1…and didn't level up?…How?"
He gave her a lopsided smile. "What can I say? It took strength, skills, luck…and a lot of determination."
For a long moment, she just stared at him. Then—shockingly—sighed and shook her head. A tiny upturn touched her lips.
"You remind me of someone I used to advise."
That surprised him. Not the comparison—but the fact that she said it at all.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said sincerely, bowing his head slightly. "Thanks for your help, Rose Fannett-san."
She nodded once. "Yes..."
He stepped away, money in hand, heart light. As he exited the Guild and walked into the cooling night once more, his thoughts turned to the manor. Dinner, a shower…then bed…then—
Gatcha time.
Feat Achieved!
Very Successful Dive!
Reward: Random Silver Gatcha Ticket
Shame he wouldn't see Demeter tonight, but he can be patient for one night.
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By the time Chico reached the manor, the fatigue in his body had caught up to him. The cool night only made the warmth of home more welcoming. He made his way straight to the dining hall, drawn by the scent of something rich and savory.
He grabbed a hearty plate—roasted meat, grilled vegetables, and a fluffy stack of buttered bread. It wasn't quite as grand as Demeter's cooking, but it did the job. After a quick glance around, he spotted an empty seat near the far wall and settled in.
The first bite hit like a critical hit to the soul. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until that moment. For the next ten minutes, he ate in satisfied silence, until—
Someone pulled out the chair across from him. He lifted his gaze mid-chew and found himself staring at Persephone.
The familia Captain.
He quickly swallowed and sat up straighter. "Persephone-san. Good evening."
She gave a simple nod in return. "Evening."
He glanced at her plate, just a few fruits and nuts, and then asked, "How was your day?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she peeled a grape and popped it into her mouth before replying, "I escorted Mother to the Banquet of the Gods."
He paused, fork halfway to his mouth.
"She wore her cream dress," Persephone said calmly. "The one with the high slit, the low neckline, and the gold embroidery at the bust and hem."
Chico blinked slowly…and tried not to picture it too hard.
He failed.
"Damn…" he muttered with a small smile. "Shame I didn't see it this morning."
Persephone raised a brow ever so slightly. "If she returns in good spirits…you might still get the chance."
He nodded, hopeful. "I'll look forward to it."
There was a small lull, a comfortable one. Persephone toyed with a piece of dried fig, then added, "A delivery is arriving tomorrow. For you, specifically."
That made him raise an eyebrow. "Really?"
She didn't elaborate. Just gave a tiny shrug. "Be ready to receive it."
Chico didn't press. "Got it."
The two lapsed into a peaceful quiet. He finished off his plate while Persephone sat in still composure, occasionally watching him with those steady, calculating eyes. When he was done, he stood and gave her a small bow.
"Thanks for the company. Goodnight, Persephone-san."
"Goodnight, Chico-san."
He left the hall and headed upstairs. The hot water of the shower did wonders for his sore limbs. He stepped out minutes later, drying off and slipping into his comfort clothes—loose pants, short-sleeve shirt, hair still a little damp.
He dropped onto his bed with a satisfied sigh, stretched out…and looked to his Gatcha.
"Alright…let's see what we've got tonight."
He rolled and received…
Intermediate Savoir Faire – 2.7 Rarity | 1.3% Odds
Uncommon Skill
You know how to move with grace and finesse. You are light on your feet and can definitely tear up the dance floor. You rarely lose your balance and can perform parkour. You can also perform flips and manoeuvres with decent grace.
He stared at the card, then cracked a grin.
"An upgrade, huh…nice."
'And you know what that means…'
Due to acquiring an upgrade, the skill - Novice Savoir Faire has been refunded
Received: 1x Random Bronze Gatcha Ticket
Rolling…
Minor Healing Light (2.3 Rarity, 0.33% odds)-Uncommon Ability-
Allows you to bathe a target in healing light, restoring a portion of their health and vigour. Effect scales with your power level. Stronger targets need more energy to heal.
Hey…those were solid pulls. He wouldn't complain about getting a ticket refunded, especially when it granted him a very solid ability.
With a satisfied hum, he set the Gatcha aside, rolled onto his side, and closed his eyes.
If Demeter was back tomorrow…he'd ask for a status update.
Then it was time for the 6th and 7th floors.
Chapter 21 End