I AM GANESHA
Loki Executives
Finn's knuckles went bloodless on his spear.
He stood frozen as Loki detailed the assault. She explained how their perimeter barriers held the frontline until the Dis sisters broke the stalemate. Just as their mages charged their counter-barrage, a debuff barrier engulfed the manor and drained the mages before they could unleash the spell.
Arachnia, Finn thought, his mind immediately seizing the variables. A debuff of that magnitude, perfectly timed to neutralize our mages while supporting an assault party fielding 2 first-class adventurers... that's only possible for Valletta's magic. So she was watching, Finn concluded, his jaw clenching tight enough to ache.
Gareth shifted his weight, his heavy armor grinding in the quiet room. "When the Freya Familia intervened," the dwarf asked, his tone thick with dread, "who all came as backup?"
"All of them," Loki answered, her voice dropping to a hollow whisper. "Every executive. And Ottar took on the wretched sisters himself."
Finn's blue eyes turned glacial as the final tactical pieces locked into place. If the Warlord engaged the Dis sisters directly, they should have been butchered. But Loki already said the sisters escaped.
"Valletta," Finn finally spoke, his tone laced with a chilling certainty. "If she was watching the board that closely, she must have kept an ace waiting. That is how she managed to extract the Dis sisters at the critical moment, saving them from certain death against Ottar."
He looked up at his Goddess, forced to acknowledge the sheer audacity of the enemy commander. "It's the only way they pulled a flawless execution right under Freya's nose."
Loki nodded in agreement, her shoulders sagging. "Yea, she managed to slip unnoticed through Freya's perimeter to pull her pieces off the board."
Silence stretched across the windowless room. Though Loki delivered the final details of the collapse with a dismissive laugh, the suffocating reality of the loss bled completely through her facade. Their home was gone. Their members had bled and they were stuck in the Dungeon, unable to change anything.
Finn stared at the stone floor. The tactical puzzle was solved, but the answer provided no comfort. He played a game of patience, trying to out-wait Evilus in the shadows. Instead, Valletta marched up to his front door and burned his home to the ground while he was trapped. The weight of his miscalculation crashed down on his shoulders, bowing his spine.
"I failed," Finn said, the words scraping past a throat tight with unshed grief. "I measured their patience against our own. I never accounted for a brute-force strike on our home. My delusion cost us everything."
"We share this blame, Finn," Gareth grunted, slamming the butt of his axe against the floor to snap the pallum out of his spiral.
The dwarf stared at the cracked stone, his own guilt gnawing a hole in his gut. If he didn't take that head-on blow from the Balor to save one of their flankers, the expedition wouldn't have been stalled on the deep floors. They would have been home to hold the line. He accepted the choice—he would always take a hit to keep one of his own breathing—but it proved their vanguard was still too brittle. He vowed to grind them through hell in the coming weeks. They needed to be durable enough to survive without him acting as a permanent shield.
Beside him, Riveria stood rigidly silent. Her emerald eyes traced the floor, but her mind was tearing apart the manor's ward matrix. She trained those mages herself. She spent months carving those defensive arrays. To think a localized debuff simply shrugged off her life's work and crippled her students terrified her. What if Evilus deployed that curse in the deeper floors of the Dungeon? She refused to imagine the body count. Starting tomorrow, she would tear down their magical doctrine and build it back up and develop strict countermeasures. No one would ever assault their home head-on again.
Watching her three commanders, Loki felt a fierce surge of pride.
They were neither wallowing in despair nor throwing tantrums. Beneath their grief, their gears were already turning, adapting, and planning how to crush the obstacle. If only she was that level-headed during the assault.
When her sentries died and their Falna connections snapped in her mind, Loki felt the suffocating reality of her restricted Arcanum. She was helpless to protect the mortals who trusted her. For a split second in the manor, the temptation to unleash her divinity and erase Rudra from existence nearly overwhelmed her. Only the sight of her mages collapsing under the curse forced her to swallow her rage and search for a survivable exit.
She pulled herself from the dark memory. The time for revenge was coming, but she needed her commanders focused on the present.
"We will rebuild," Finn vowed, his grip tightening on his spear as he forced his grief into a sealed compartment. His voice hardened back into steel. "We will repay Evilus for every stone they broke. But first, we will balance the ledger."
He stepped closer to Loki, switching to the immediate political threat. "What is the price? For Maximus extracting the expedition and saving the survivors. I will not allow our name to be leveraged because we lost our home."
Loki stared at her captain as a genuine smile finally broke across her exhausted face.
"Funnily enough, Max refused to take advantage of the situation," Loki sighed, shaking her head in disbelief. "He told me to forget the debt."
Finn blinked, his tactical momentum hitting a brick wall. Gareth's jaw went slack. Riveria narrowed her eyes, deeply suspicious of a Freya executive offering unprompted grace.
"I know, right? I had the exact same look on my face," Loki said, her casual grin returning. She reached into her pocket and tossed a sleek comms bracelet onto the table. It clattered against the wood, drawing three pairs of suspicious eyes.
"Before the price, you need context," Loki explained, her tone turning serious. "Royman sent me this. A few days ago, Freya established a forward base in Rivira."
Finn tensed, his mind instantly mapping the territorial threat. "Are they making a play for Rivira?"
"That's exactly what I thought," Loki nodded. "So, I used this bracelet to contact Max directly. I went straight to the source to find out what they were digging for on the 18th floor. Obviously, the brat was unwilling to divulge any familia secrets to me just because I asked nicely."
Riveria's eyes widened, the nightmare of a bypassed diplomacy immediately registering.
"So, we made a bet," Loki continued, waving a hand dismissively. "He claimed he would kill the Amphisbaena, level up over the weekend, and earn an alias at the Denatus today. The one that got pushed back after the raid. If he won, he demanded a reward."
Loki held up one finger. "A month of Ais's time. He wants to train her."
"Absolutely not!" Riveria hissed, her maternal fury flaring as her staff struck the floor. "I will not hand our Ais over to a Freya member for a month!"
Loki winced, raising her hands defensively to ward off the High Elf's anger. "I know, Riveria, I know! It was an outlandish demand. I wanted to reject it immediately. But right as I was about to say no, I got hit with this dreadful feeling that if I refused that wager, he wouldn't let me reject the next one, and it would be infinitely worse. I'm an alcoholic, not a gambler. My instincts were screaming at me to take the deal. I was hoping you guys would understand my predicament."
Finn opened his mouth. He didn't speak to back Riveria's tactical objection about Ais, but because a much more terrifying political reality just clicked into place.
"Wait, Loki," Finn interrupted, his voice dropping into a hoarse whisper. "Did you just mention... you went behind Freya's back to contact one of her own?"
The words dropped into the room like a stone. Riveria's furious objection died in her throat. Mechanically, both she and Gareth turned their heads toward their Goddess, completely speechless at the diplomatic suicide she just casually confessed to.
Loki tried to offer a nonchalant shrug, but under the crushing intensity of their combined gazes, her facade crumbled. She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping.
"Look, the kid promised he wouldn't leak the conversation to Freya, and so far, he hasn't," Loki defended, rubbing the back of her neck. "I trust him to keep it quiet. That's the whole reason I agreed to his wager! The odds of him failing were astronomical. How was I supposed to know he's a freak of nature and actually manages to kill the Monster Rex and level up?"
She threw her hands in the air, her frustration boiling over. "When Freya herself smugly informed us of his successful hunt during the emergency Denatus, I spent 20 minutes trying to make sense of the math, failed continuously, and simply gave up!"
Finn dragged a hand down his face. He was fully aware of the psychological risks of handing Ais over, but recognizing the contract was already sealed by divine word—and that Loki had miraculously avoided a war with Freya over the backroom deal—he had no choice but to accept the reality.
"Fine," Finn exhaled, massaging his temples to ward off an impending migraine. "That is the first price. What is the second?"
Loki held up a second finger. "Right. His price for hauling all of you out of the Dungeon tonight."
Finn's brow furrowed. The sequence didn't add up. "Tonight?" he repeated. "What about the raid? He saved you and the rest of the Familia. That debt is far larger."
Loki's eyes narrowed. "Don't think I didn't try." She sank back against the wall. "I've been hounding him about it since the raid. The brat kept waving me off." She snorted, looking away. "When I finally cornered him before we dropped in on you, he dodged it. Said Ouranos was part of that operation too, so it'll be settled when the Elder God calls on us."
Finn stared at her, flabbergasted.
A debt owed to the Freya Familia, handed over to Ouranos to be called in whenever the Elder God saw fit. It felt purposefully designed to trap them. Unease crept into him, and his thumb began to throb, as if Loki's next words were about to dispel every assumption and calculation he had made about Maximus.
Bracing himself, he gave her a curt nod. "Continue."
"Tonight's different." Loki let out a slow breath. "As he finally named his price."
Loki locked eyes with the High Elf.
"He wants to touch Riveria's ears."
The room went dead silent.
Gareth blinked, tilting his head. "He wants to... what?"
"He wants to touch her ears," Loki repeated, sounding utterly defeated by the absurdity of the request. "For hauling all of you out of the Dungeon... he requested permission to pet the High Elf."
Finn stared at the wall. His intellect, capable of analyzing troop movements and divine politics in fractions of a second, completely derailed. The monster he had been mentally preparing to go to war against just asked for a carnival prize.
Riveria stood frozen. A furious blush crept up her neck, burning across her pale cheeks until the tips of her pointed ears flushed a violent crimson.
"I..." Riveria stammered, her royal dignity crumbling into horrified indignation. "My ears?"
"Yep," Loki nodded solemnly. "Said it was a cultural milestone for him."
Gareth stared at Riveria's glowing red ears and at Finn's malfunctioning face. Finally, he looked at Loki, who was rubbing her temples in sheer exhaustion.
The suffocating grief choking the room hit a wall of absurdity.
A deep vibration started in the dwarf's chest. Gareth slapped a hand over his mouth, turning his face toward the wall. His massive shoulders shook. He braced for extortion, war, and the loss of their remaining wealth. Instead, their savior was an idiot with a fetish.
The emotional whiplash was too much. Gareth's composure snapped, and a booming roar of tension-breaking laughter echoed off the stone walls.
-◈ -
Max
The Teleportation Network took longer to establish across the allied strongholds than it should have, mostly because the God of the Masses refused to let the process be simple.
To Ganesha's credit, the masked deity was sensible enough not to call him the Primordial Dragonslayer in front of his children. Instead, he treated Itachi as a blank canvas for his theatrical genius.
"The Ghost Weasel of the Labyrinth!" Ganesha proclaimed, striking a pose in the center of the drawing room.
"I am just a humble Guild representative, Lord Ganesha," Max sighed from behind his porcelain mask, adjusting the spatial coordinates of the teleportation circle. "I really don't need an alias."
"Nonsense!" Ganesha boomed. "A Guild representative who wears a mask needs a title that inspires the people! What say you, my children?"
As if Max's protests were an invitation, Ganesha roped in every available familia member to brainstorm. The drawing room soon devolved into a chaotic chorus of tamers and scouts shouting combinations of Weasel, Gallant, Guild, Grand, and Ghost.
Max rubbed his temples beneath the mask. Leaving the circus to its debate, he turned to Shakti and Adi, the only two in the room sensible enough to ignore their God's theatrics.
"The matrix is set," Max explained, keeping his tone professional. "It operates on a closed loop. You can teleport from this manor to the designated bases, the Babel hub, or directly to any floor of the Dungeon up to the 28th."
Shakti nodded, crossing her arms. "Understood. What about the Mind cost?"
"Self-sustaining for standard usage," Max replied. Behind him, a tamer cheered for The Grand Phantom Ferret, and he was grateful for her pragmatism.
He stepped back and gestured to the etched runes. "To activate the circle, simply step onto the matrix and visualize your destination. If you find visualization difficult, you can say the location aloud. The spell will siphon a sliver of Mind from you to bridge the connection."
Shakti's gaze lingered on the glowing circle. "And for group deployments?"
"The matrix scales automatically," Max answered. "Depending on the size of the party, it will draw a proportional sliver of Mind from everyone involved. For returning from the Dungeon, the parchment tags I provided will initiate the exact same sequence."
"Let us verify the connections," Shakti decided.
She stepped onto the center of the matrix. Taking a breath, she focused her intent on their secondary outpost across the city. A flash of golden light swallowed her and left the stone floor empty.
Less than a minute later, the matrix hummed to life, and Shakti reappeared. Her posture stayed rigid and her expression disciplined, but Max caught the giddy gleam in her eyes. Experiencing the logistical miracle of crossing Orario in a heartbeat cracked her stoic facade.
Adi had none of Shakti's composure. She bounced on her heels the moment Shakti stepped off the circle, already begging to try it next.
With the primary anchor in the main residence finalized, the rest of the job got easier. The Ganesha circus stayed behind to debate his superhero name, leaving only Shakti and Adi to escort him to their other outposts. The trio worked efficiently through the morning and wrapped up with a quiet lunch at the Hostess before Max moved on to the next phase of his assignment.
Compared to the liveliness of the Ganesha Familia, Stardust Garden was a breath of fresh air.
Stepping into the Astraea Familia compound, Max was greeted by an orderly atmosphere, a far cry from the morning's chaos. Goddess Astraea observed his runic work with quiet interest, flanked closely by her Vice-Captain, Kaguya, and joined by Riveria.
A short distance away on the patio sat Loki. The Trickster nursed a cup of tea and watched the whole process with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the charade as Riveria struggled behind him.
Max felt the weight of Riveria's stare the moment he knelt to carve the teleportation circle. Having just survived a disastrous expedition, the High Elf was actively looking for traps. She analyzed his every movement, trying to decipher the runic formula. Several times, Max noticed her open her mouth to speak, only for the words to die in her throat. She seemed locked in silent disbelief at the insulting simplicity of his setup.
She has no idea it's me, Max thought, fighting a smirk under his mask.
He was itching to cash in on his deal with Loki, and seeing the lovely elf up close only reinforced his plan. Touching her ears once would be a waste of leverage. He was going to string this out and find a way to make it a continuous toll rather than a single payout.
His eyes drifted from Riveria to the woman standing beside Astraea, and Max took his first real look at Kaguya. Astraea's Vice-Captain was unique. She carried a noble air, dressed in attire that mirrored a Japanese miko. The dark hair and shrine maiden aesthetic instantly reminded him of Akeno from High School DxD. He half-wondered if she would press a hand to her cheek and let out a sultry "Ufufufu," though he quickly concluded that despite the striking resemblance, the jiggle physics of DxD proportions simply couldn't be matched in reality.
Ignoring the audience, Max returned his attention to the stone and finished etching the spatial anchor into the garden's pavilion. He bridged the local matrix to the Dungeon network, the Babel hub, and the Pantheon. Finally, to reflect the green light for mutual cooperation between them, he wired a one-way connection to the Ganesha residence and its outposts.
He stood and retrieved a coin from his vest.
"Lady Astraea," Max said, holding out the token. "This is the kill switch. If your compound is ever breached or you fear the network will be seized by enemies, press a drop of your ichor onto this metal. It will shatter the spatial matrix and render the portal useless."
Astraea accepted the token, her expression turning solemn. "A necessary precaution in these times. Thank you, Mr. Itachi. The Guild's assistance is appreciated."
With his work done, Max offered a crisp bow and teleported to his office at PAL. The second he materialized, he stripped off the tactical vest and tossed the porcelain mask onto his desk with an exhausted sigh.
"I am never letting Ganesha give me another alias," Max muttered.
"Ki!"
Kairu bounced on the workbench, unsympathetic to his master's fatigue. The blue slime was already busy converting a pile of Green Dragon scales into the next batch of Comms Bracelets for the Denatus.
Max leaned over the workbench to review the growing inventory. After Hephaestus so easily connected the Trinitas rings to the Rivira wall metal, he knew he couldn't afford to mass-produce identical silver devices. Switching to Green Dragon scale took care of the metal itself. To further mask the manufacturing origin, Max fed Kairu a mental folder of randomized aesthetic blueprints before leaving for his Guild charade.
Picking up a few of the finished bands, Max inspected the work to ensure no traceable connections existed. The designs were a wild assortment of shapes and vivid color schemes pulled straight from his past life. One featured a crimson, bat-winged dragon crest. Another sported a skull wearing a woven straw hat.
He paused, reaching for a striking emerald-scaled bracelet, and a wide grin broke across his face. Kairu perfectly integrated Madara's Mangekyou pattern right into the center of a stylized World Government logo. To the deities of Orario, it would look like an exotic cultural symbol. To Max, the inside joke was a masterpiece.
He turned the band over. Kairu even remembered to stamp the official Pantheon emblem on the inside of each cuff, cementing their authenticity as Guild-issued devices. Satisfied with the flawless batch, Max set the band back down, and his grin faded as his thoughts drifted back to Hephaestus.
When Rimuru relayed her request, Max didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The Goddess of the Forge laid a sketch of the Denatus circle in front of his clone and told him to inscribe it on one of the rings. It felt like calling the thief who committed the robbery to repair the lock.
He couldn't be sure how much she knew. As far as the Gods were concerned, the official narrative was that the Guild responded to the Loki Familia raid, and who was sent remained a mystery known only to a few.
Rather than refuse and invite more questions, he told Rimuru to do as requested.
Still, Max found himself curious about what Hephaestus would do with the ring without access to his network. Would she try to summon me?
And if she did, which face should I wear to meet her?
Pushing the thought aside, Max turned back to Kairu.
"These look perfect, buddy," Max praised, patting the slime on the head. "Keep at it undisturbed. Once you finish the batch, feel free to go hunt in the Dungeon or flip through that mystery grimoire Fels gave us."
"Kiki!" Kairu chirped, vibrating with excitement at the prospect of dungeon snacks and magical reading material.
Leaving his familiar to craft in peace, Max channeled his magic and vanished from the office. He reappeared on the damp stone of the Rivira base, ready to launch the next phase of his plan.
Stepping out of the hidden chamber, he navigated the stone corridors until he found Trent lingering near the staging area, wiping sweat from his brow with a heavy towel.
"Hey, old man," Max called out with a relaxed grin. "I came down to see if you wanted to grab a drink at the Hostess."
The veteran snorted and stepped forward to deliver a good-natured elbow to Max's ribs. "Ya developed quite a mouth on ya in my absence, brat."
Max took the hit with a smug smirk, rubbing his side.
Trent shook his head. "And no. It ain't my day off yet. When it comes, I'll be the one draggin' ya there."
Max raised an eyebrow. Since when does my familia run on scheduled days off?
He let it go. "Anyway, are you busy with something?"
"Other than swinging my axe, not much," Trent grunted, tossing the towel over his broad shoulder. "Truth be told, I've been enjoying a bit of freedom today. Lord Hedin showed up a few hours ago. Walked right past the sentries and locked himself in the executive quarters without a word. He's effectively taken over watching the base, and frankly, he does it better than me. Other than a few odd tasks for Folkvangr, I don't have much on my plate. I actually just finished a spar with one of our daily participants—a werewolf."
Max raised an eyebrow at the information, processing the image of the strict elf playing security guard, but he offered a careless shrug. If Hedin wanted to secure the outpost in silence after being exiled from Folkvangr, Max wasn't going to complain.
Trent narrowed his eyes, studying Max's relaxed posture and the quiet pressure radiating from his frame. "I heard the rumors," the dwarf murmured, his gruff voice dropping lower. "Did ya actually do it? Level 4?"
Max didn't say a word. He simply offered a confirming nod.
Trent froze. The veteran stared at the boy he had personally trained in the courtyard just weeks ago, his jaw going slack. A Level 2 breaking into the second-tier ranks that fast defied every established law of the world.
Max gave the dwarf a few seconds of silence to process the shock before shifting the tone back to business. "Gather some of the boys, old man. I have an idea I want to test."
Trent shook off the stupor, and an excited grin split his bearded face. He trusted the kid with his life, and if a freshly minted Level 4 wanted to test a new tactic, it guaranteed a good fight.
"Aye, I can rally three dozen of our finest right now," Trent said, hefting his axe. "Where are we going?"
Max smirked, letting his crimson magic flare to life. "The Colosseum."
Trent didn't argue. He didn't even question the lethality of the 37th floor. The dwarf turned on his heel and barked a series of orders across the staging area. Veterans dropped their maintenance gear, grabbed their weapons, and filed into formation.
As the Freya warriors assembled, Max expanded his magic circle. The teleportation matrix spread across the stone floor, caught the ambient light, and swallowed the strike team in a flash, ripping them from Rivira.
The pleasantness of the 18th floor vanished, replaced instantly by the stench of blood and rotting bone.
They materialized on a high ridge overlooking a basin. Below them stretched the Colosseum, and the sheer scale of the arena stopped the vanguard short. Hundreds of monsters—Spartoi, Barbarians, Skull Sheep, Obsidian Soldier, Elite Lizardmen, and Peluda—swarmed the floor, tearing into each other in an endless frenzy of violence. The roars of fresh spawns echoed off the pale walls.
Trent stepped up to the edge of the bone ledge and gestured to the veterans standing at his back. "These are my finest, Max," the dwarf rumbled, pride thickening his voice. "Every last one of 'em is trustworthy. You point the way, and they will break whatever stands in front of them."
Max nodded. He didn't give the monsters a chance to notice their arrival and scale the walls. He stepped to the edge and waved his hand.
Dozens of rectangular panes materialized in midair. The Dankū barriers slammed into place and locked together like glass shields. The outer set rose around the arena floor, leaving a gap between the barrier and the basin's walls, so anything spawning from the stone would be trapped outside.
Above it, the barriers formed a solid ceiling over the arena that sealed it off from the upper ledges, while an inner set formed a partitioned safe zone directly on the ashstained floor below. The monsters shrieked and clawed fruitlessly at the invisible roof, but the kill-box was set. The only way left for the Dungeon to add more monsters inside was to spawn them from the ground.
With the arena contained, Max turned to face the 37-man strike team. The relaxed demeanor of the Guild representative vanished, replaced by the imposing gravity of a Freya executive.
"Look below you," Max projected, his voice cutting clearly over the roars of the trapped beasts, commanding the attention of every veteran. "Most adventurers would look at that swarm and see their own graves. They call it a death trap. But you are the vanguard of Folkvangr. I look at that pit, and all I see is an all-you-can-eat feast of raw excelia."
A few of the veterans grinned, the bloodlust of their Familia beginning to stir at his words.
"That arena is a crucible," Max continued, pacing in front of their formation. "Consider this a Baptism. Only instead of fighting each other, your trial is against the Dungeon itself. Many of the beasts down there might be individually stronger than you, but you are members of the Freya Familia. If those monsters think mere numbers can overwhelm you, prove them wrong!"
He stopped pacing, his gaze sweeping across the fierce faces of the strike team.
"You don't have to worry about ambushes from above or securing an escape route. I have locked them in a cage just for you, and I personally guarantee your safety today. Most of you have the opportunity to level up by the time we leave. Make Lady Freya proud. Prepare for battle!"
The fighters roared in a unified cheer, their battlelust fully ignited.
Max moved down the line, giving each of them a handshake and a fierce nod, and with a pulse of magic, silently applied his contract. Once done, he teleported all of them into the partitioned safe zone on the arena floor.
Once all 37 fighters, including Trent, stood securely inside the barrier, Max held off and gave them a few moments to settle. The veterans shuffled into position below him, drawing their weapons and adjusting their ranks until their shield wall locked into place. Only then did Max raise his hand and dissolve the inner partition around the safe zone and release the trapped swarm onto them, while the outer walls kept the wall spawns from reaching the arena floor.
"For Lady Freya," Max yelled, his command echoing across the massive basin. "SHOW NO MERCY!"
The vanguard charged forward without a shred of fear and clashed violently with the monsters. Above them, Max stepped casually on the roof and crossed his arms, watching his contracted squad slaughter their way to greatness and ensuring their safety from above.
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AN:
There we have it people. Max and his devious demands. I mean Riveria is the ultimate Elf, as she is the High Elf, the royalty and how could our Elven Goblin leave his chance from touching her ears? What do you think his reaction is if he knew Loki already shared about his demand to her? And what could be his plot to keep it going??
Also yay, now we are getting new Comms Bracelet designs all thanks to Hephaestus and we also see Max's next plot in the Dungeon. Massacre, in one word. He has more plans to involve people if this works out as he intends.
Oh YEAH! Hedin, completely forgot about him :)
The next chapter will see the end of this scheme, Rudra's execution, Denatus, what do you think Riveria's response would be? ;)
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