Starting from the fifth floor, monsters that truly threaten adventurers gradually begin to appear.
The monsters in this area all share one common trait: they are highly specialized in a particular ability or attribute!
Frog Archers do not excel in attack or defense, but their attack speed is extremely fast, which can train [Agility].
War Shadows, the strongest creatures on the sixth floor, have extremely high attack power and can be used to hone [Endurance].
Needle Rabbits are small and incredibly fast; only by continuously improving [Dexterity] can attacks hit them.
Killer Ants have extremely hard shells and very high attack power. In emergencies, they also release pheromones to summon many companions, training [Strength] while comprehensively honing various attributes.
Purple Moths release poisonous powder, and repeated poisoning in the Dungeon is quite dangerous. The best countermeasure is to use magic, which can improve [Magic].
Therefore, if an adventurer can easily clear up to the seventh floor alone, it can generally be assumed that their combat skills and tactics have reached a very high level for their current rank, and all their attribute values have reached a level where they can level up.
However, apart from solo adventurers and battle maniacs, normal people rarely did this during their rookie days....
Most chose the safer method of teaming up.
Generally, the types of people who would do that were concentrated in the Freya Familia.
It was precisely because of this that everyone was so shocked by Rod's all-around and rapid growth.
He was like a sponge, absorbing all the techniques they taught him in the shortest amount of time.
"It's a pity, though, that without receiving Grace, Rod will find it difficult to learn magic. Otherwise, he could also practice techniques like [Parallel Chanting] at this stage..."
Selty, the elf mage in the team, walked over slowly, a hint of regret in her expression.
She couldn't help but imagine, "It would be even better if Rod could imitate magic too."
Asta snorted, giving the elf a sidelong glance.
"There's no such thing as perfection. Magic is, in the end, an idealistic power that guides out the purest part of one's heart through Grace."
"To use someone else's magic, wouldn't that imply that different people's hearts are connected? How could such a thing be possible?!"
Rod, hearing this from not far away, couldn't help but glance at Ryu. Ryu, somewhat confused, thought she might be disheveled somewhere and quickly lowered her head to straighten her collar. Finding nothing amiss, she blushed and glared at Rod.
Rod sighed inwardly.
No, there is someone right in front of you who can do such a thing.
Normally, Asta's conclusion was indeed correct, but one couldn't account for the cheaters in this world.
In the original future, if the [Astrea Record], which inherited the magic of all Familia members, had a shred of rationality, then the yet-to-arrive Thousand Elves were simply illogical.
Wait...
Rod suddenly thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Since Lefiya can control the magic of other elves through special magic, it indicates that there is no fundamental repulsion between the use of different magics.
And Ryu inherited the will of her Familia companions, even being able to use the magic of companions from different races, which shows that there are no barriers between races.
Then my Sharingan can inherently observe a certain flow of magic, and if I also master the chant words....!!!
Rod's breathing became hurried, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Although he can't obtain magic through Grace, we can still find a grimoire for Rod to use, right!"
"Oh, right, there are also grimoires that forcefully manifest magic, though I don't know if they work for those without Grace."
"That must be very expensive, we have to work hard to earn money, gogogo!"
"Hahahaha, if Rod learns all our techniques and additionally masters magic, he might even challenge Alise, that idiot's, position."
"Uh, although it's a bit bad to think this, I really want to see Alise cry..."
The topic had somehow shifted to "earning money to buy Rod a grimoire."
Rod was silent for a moment, then looked up, met Layla's gaze as she watched him with her arms crossed, and gave a helpless smile.
"Everyone, you're really great. I feel like I'm getting more and more indebted."
Layla shrugged, her eyes softening considerably.
"Although we always call Alise an idiot, aren't those attracted to an idiot also idiots themselves?"
She stood on her tiptoes and patted Rod's shoulder.
"So, don't feel any burden. Enjoy everyone's kindness with a clear conscience!"
Rod took a deep breath and nodded.
He might not want to be a hero of justice, nor did he have the pure dream of making everyone in the world happy, but at least he was willing to protect the smiles of these girls in front of him.
A string of Dark Faction names kept appearing in his mind, and a killing intent quietly emerged in Rod's eyes.
It's not enough, my power is not yet sufficient to send all those evil gods or madmen to hell!
But if my conjecture is correct....