There is a saying that even the mountains and rivers change over ten years.
If that is the case, how much would the world change in six?
"Bellf! They're coming from that way!"
"Why did I even agree to come down to the Deep Floors..."
The world itself hadn't changed all that much, but the adventurers certainly had.
For instance, Aiz had reached Level 5...
"Bellf!"
"Kazuki!!!"
And then there was me—reaching Level 5 and ending up as part of the Loki Familia's expedition.
Sigh...
*Should I just go back to Lacia?*
Now that I was Level 5, even Ares and my damn father would probably welcome me with open arms.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm not leaving, so stop making that abandoned-puppy face."
Somehow, she managed to make me feel guilty.
More than half of the Familias that venture into the Dungeon organize large-scale expeditions.
Expeditions bring in massive profits, allow a Familia to showcase its strength, and naturally earn them immense honor.
But expeditions aren't always a success.
"My Uruga..."
"How long are you going to keep crying, you idiot?"
"You stupid wolf!?"
"What a shame..."
Just like now.
"If it weren't for that larva..."
The expedition party had taken a serious hit from a suddenly appearing larva that spewed acid; in the end, they had no choice but to regroup.
"Hey, hey, Bellf. My Uruga... can't you do something about it?"
Tiona Hiryute, the Loki Familia's Level 5 [Gale], asked as she held up the twin blades, Uruga, which had been reduced to mere hilts.
"How am I supposed to repair something when there's nothing left but the hilt?"
"Waaah..."
"There goes another 120 million valis."
"I-isn't there any way!?"
Beside her, the impulsive Tiona and the Level 5 [Heavy Tank], Bete Loga, were busy snapping at each other.
Tiona raised the broken Uruga as if to smack Bete with it, and Bete raised a fist in response.
"Haa... both of you! Stop this instant!"
As always, it was Riveria who stepped in to stop them.
The return to the surface was fairly rough.
We ran into wyverns and even a minotaur.
Of course,
"Get lost, you bastards!!!"
I burned every single one of them to ash with a magic sword.
"The materials are coming in nicely."
"Are you going to make weapons out of them?"
"Monster materials make for strong magic swords."
As we fought our way back toward Orario, cutting down every monster in our path, I even spotted a rabbit-like boy busily hunting monsters of his own.
"I'm back. Please update my Status."
"Right after you've returned? Aren't you tired?"
"I am, but it's better to get it done now so I can actually rest."
"...All right. I'll do it."
After returning to the Familia, I immediately requested an update.
Hephaistos made a tiny cut on her finger and sprinkled a drop of blood onto my back to update my Falna.
[Name: Bellf Crozzo
LV.5
Strength D 512
Endurance E 401
Dexterity E 109
Agility I 3
Magic A 821
Smithing F Mystery F Luck I Purification I
Magic:
[Sword Emperor of Nothingness]
- Stores swords within the mind.
- Projects the stored swords.
- Creates a single blade upon chanting.
Chant: What reaches that place is countless training sessions, a mountain of swords piled high upon swords. Sever fate through the bonds of destiny. The blade of Crozzo that raises eight layers of walls.
[Enhancement]
- Increases the performance of tools held in the hand.
[]
Skills:
Crozzo Blood
- Ability to create magic swords.
- Magic sword capabilities are strengthened during creation.
Will of Wrought Iron
- Will does not waver.
Blade Appraisal
- Fully grasps the sword held in hand.
- Improves understanding of armaments.
"...What exactly did you do out there?"
"I projected magic swords nonstop."
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