Asheram
Not quite altogether
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- Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground
Force of habit?
Hm. And if Solaire wrote that he'd be expecting Bell in Rivira then that might light the fire beneath her to train and do the minotaur scene.
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Is it wrong to try to avoid girls in dark dungeons? [Dark Souls/DanMachi/SI]
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Hm. And if Solaire wrote that he'd be expecting Bell in Rivira then that might light the fire beneath her to train and do the minotaur scene.
Chapter Twenty-Four
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- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Four
The town of Rivira was being rebuilt, and as the people went about their business nobody bothered the fishy-looking fully armored knight that trudged through it. They were used to fishy individuals, and I was glad for it. It gave me time to explore the city, to look for the tell-tale signs of a Bonfire. The middle of the city lacked it, and so did the corners of it. The vast floor was explored a piece at the time. Even though it lacked enemies, it didn't mean new ones couldn't form or come by. I went as far as the roots of the great tree, only to come back empty.
It was as I turned my gaze to the rocky ridge of a cliff that I saw something glint. There, atop a cliff, the sights of a bonfire rested. It was far away, but it took precedence over everything else. My heart drummed in my chest even though it normally wouldn't as I began to walk around the ridge in question, seeking the path up and finding it in the midst of the forest. This was going to be an annoyance. Why couldn't the Bonfire be set in the middle of the city, as was proper?
I stopped a short distance away from it, the metallic sword twisted in the ground as tiny, dying embers flickered briefly. I could link to this Bonfire, and thus forever mark my new checkpoint. I nodded to myself, and extended my left hand to touch the handle of the sword.
Fire and ashes lit the bonfire, surrounding me and spiraling around until they resettled. The floor around the bonfire was covered in a thin area of ashes now, my body suffused with renewed energies. The burning flame within me felt at ease now. I felt at ease too.
Thus, I sat down by the bonfire's side and took a very deep breath.
It was time.
I extended my left hand with Ishtar's soul in front of me, and then calmly...stopped. I placed it back within my inventory, humming pleasantly to myself as the thought struck me that eventually, the Loki familia would be passing by this area to hit the fifty-ninth floor. If I actually resulted as a God to the dungeon, then it would spawn a black Goliath. Having the Loki familia deal with it would be a better alternative than having to witness it destroy Rivira on its own.
With that decision taken, I stood up, dusted myself off, and then headed for a blacksmith within the town.
As was expected, the prices were steeper than hell itself.
"A one hundred percent increase, uh," I muttered in disbelief. "You know where I can find an alchemist around this place?"
"What kind of stuff are you looking into?" the gruff blacksmith grumbled, his beady eyes telling me everything I needed to know as he began to judge me.
"One which sells burning tar," I answered. "Toxins too wouldn't be remiss."
The blacksmith nodded, seemingly satisfied. I wasn't there as an uppity pure-hearted adventurer who sought to battle evil and illegal items. I was there as a man of the world, a conscientious individual who knew just how much laws and regulations meant nothing to the monsters of the Dungeon. Burning Tar was a simple enough idea. Monsters burned just as well as humans, but unfortunately if the fire became too much it could cause forest fires in the lower levels, or suffocate other adventurers. It was a very dangerous concoction, which was thus banned.
Toxins, well, toxic clouds had a tendency to travel following air patterns, and a paralyzed adventurer was a dead one anyway.
"Can't really remember where they are," he grumbled. "I'm not a tourist guide."
"I was planning on buying ten of those nifty looking throwing knives," I pointed out, "Leave behind even a nice tip since they really look well-made."
He extended his hand, and I extended the pouch of Valis I had.
The man didn't bother counting. It was heavy, and it was all that mattered. The ten knives firmly settled on the leather straps on my armored chest, he gave me the quick version on where to find the alchemist I needed and then returned to selling his wares to the other customers.
Once fully strapped in and ready for the battle, I headed for the stairs down to the nineteenth floor. My Minotaur-enhanced Zweihander resting comfortably on my right shoulder, I took in the stairs down and the sudden change in atmosphere. Everything was made of wood; the floors and the walls looked like the innards of a giant tree, and light was delivered through phosphorescent moss.
My metallic steps trudged on the wooden pavement with slight tick-tock-like sounds. I didn't need to go far to find the first monster of the new area. A creature taller than a man utterly covered in fur, with sharp jagged teeth and crimson burning eyes growled as it extended its fingers in my direction. The massive bulk of a monster jumped on its hind legs, covering the distance between us in a split-second.
My sword impacted against its left arm, blood drenching its fur as I pulled the Zweihander away. I ripped off strands of its fur, but the monster's other arm came to impact against my armored chest. The blow sent me to fly back, and roll on the ground with a gasp of pain.
My head ringed and my insides twisted as I barely managed to push myself away from the spot I had fallen. One of the Bugbear's legs crashed where I had been, breaking the wooden pavement in deadly shards. The monster grabbed hold of one, a thin, yet dangerous-looking spear of sorts.
My Hit Points were dangerously close to zero. They weren't zero yet, but they were close to it.
"All right," I spat out, "Time to Git Gud."
My left hand extended forward, "Lightning...Spear!"
The monster's wooden landform weapon intercepted the lightning itself. The attack that had been too fast even for my eyes to catch had been intercepted by the angry-looking Bugbear, whose weapon began to fume and burst up in flames. Did I just...Did I just shoot myself in the foot by giving the Bugbear a flaming-type weapon?
"Oh...you've got to be kidding me!" I snarled as I charged forward, swinging my Zweihander to meet the flaming spear. Sparks of fire sailed in the air as I twisted the hold, kicking one of the Bugbear's knees with my armored foot. The Bugbear growled, saliva leaving its mouth as it grew angry, but didn't as much as bend down.
He kicked me back with its powerful legs, and as he did, I ended up reappearing with my back against the ashen ground of Rivira's bonfire, located upon the rocky ridge outside town.
I calmly stood up, took a deep breath, and then broke out laughing.
"Let's try Trueshot next."
He who does not vary his attacks will never achieve victory in Dark Souls.
Who needed a party, when you were the party itself?
The town of Rivira was being rebuilt, and as the people went about their business nobody bothered the fishy-looking fully armored knight that trudged through it. They were used to fishy individuals, and I was glad for it. It gave me time to explore the city, to look for the tell-tale signs of a Bonfire. The middle of the city lacked it, and so did the corners of it. The vast floor was explored a piece at the time. Even though it lacked enemies, it didn't mean new ones couldn't form or come by. I went as far as the roots of the great tree, only to come back empty.
It was as I turned my gaze to the rocky ridge of a cliff that I saw something glint. There, atop a cliff, the sights of a bonfire rested. It was far away, but it took precedence over everything else. My heart drummed in my chest even though it normally wouldn't as I began to walk around the ridge in question, seeking the path up and finding it in the midst of the forest. This was going to be an annoyance. Why couldn't the Bonfire be set in the middle of the city, as was proper?
I stopped a short distance away from it, the metallic sword twisted in the ground as tiny, dying embers flickered briefly. I could link to this Bonfire, and thus forever mark my new checkpoint. I nodded to myself, and extended my left hand to touch the handle of the sword.
Fire and ashes lit the bonfire, surrounding me and spiraling around until they resettled. The floor around the bonfire was covered in a thin area of ashes now, my body suffused with renewed energies. The burning flame within me felt at ease now. I felt at ease too.
Thus, I sat down by the bonfire's side and took a very deep breath.
It was time.
I extended my left hand with Ishtar's soul in front of me, and then calmly...stopped. I placed it back within my inventory, humming pleasantly to myself as the thought struck me that eventually, the Loki familia would be passing by this area to hit the fifty-ninth floor. If I actually resulted as a God to the dungeon, then it would spawn a black Goliath. Having the Loki familia deal with it would be a better alternative than having to witness it destroy Rivira on its own.
With that decision taken, I stood up, dusted myself off, and then headed for a blacksmith within the town.
As was expected, the prices were steeper than hell itself.
"A one hundred percent increase, uh," I muttered in disbelief. "You know where I can find an alchemist around this place?"
"What kind of stuff are you looking into?" the gruff blacksmith grumbled, his beady eyes telling me everything I needed to know as he began to judge me.
"One which sells burning tar," I answered. "Toxins too wouldn't be remiss."
The blacksmith nodded, seemingly satisfied. I wasn't there as an uppity pure-hearted adventurer who sought to battle evil and illegal items. I was there as a man of the world, a conscientious individual who knew just how much laws and regulations meant nothing to the monsters of the Dungeon. Burning Tar was a simple enough idea. Monsters burned just as well as humans, but unfortunately if the fire became too much it could cause forest fires in the lower levels, or suffocate other adventurers. It was a very dangerous concoction, which was thus banned.
Toxins, well, toxic clouds had a tendency to travel following air patterns, and a paralyzed adventurer was a dead one anyway.
"Can't really remember where they are," he grumbled. "I'm not a tourist guide."
"I was planning on buying ten of those nifty looking throwing knives," I pointed out, "Leave behind even a nice tip since they really look well-made."
He extended his hand, and I extended the pouch of Valis I had.
The man didn't bother counting. It was heavy, and it was all that mattered. The ten knives firmly settled on the leather straps on my armored chest, he gave me the quick version on where to find the alchemist I needed and then returned to selling his wares to the other customers.
Once fully strapped in and ready for the battle, I headed for the stairs down to the nineteenth floor. My Minotaur-enhanced Zweihander resting comfortably on my right shoulder, I took in the stairs down and the sudden change in atmosphere. Everything was made of wood; the floors and the walls looked like the innards of a giant tree, and light was delivered through phosphorescent moss.
My metallic steps trudged on the wooden pavement with slight tick-tock-like sounds. I didn't need to go far to find the first monster of the new area. A creature taller than a man utterly covered in fur, with sharp jagged teeth and crimson burning eyes growled as it extended its fingers in my direction. The massive bulk of a monster jumped on its hind legs, covering the distance between us in a split-second.
My sword impacted against its left arm, blood drenching its fur as I pulled the Zweihander away. I ripped off strands of its fur, but the monster's other arm came to impact against my armored chest. The blow sent me to fly back, and roll on the ground with a gasp of pain.
My head ringed and my insides twisted as I barely managed to push myself away from the spot I had fallen. One of the Bugbear's legs crashed where I had been, breaking the wooden pavement in deadly shards. The monster grabbed hold of one, a thin, yet dangerous-looking spear of sorts.
My Hit Points were dangerously close to zero. They weren't zero yet, but they were close to it.
"All right," I spat out, "Time to Git Gud."
My left hand extended forward, "Lightning...Spear!"
The monster's wooden landform weapon intercepted the lightning itself. The attack that had been too fast even for my eyes to catch had been intercepted by the angry-looking Bugbear, whose weapon began to fume and burst up in flames. Did I just...Did I just shoot myself in the foot by giving the Bugbear a flaming-type weapon?
"Oh...you've got to be kidding me!" I snarled as I charged forward, swinging my Zweihander to meet the flaming spear. Sparks of fire sailed in the air as I twisted the hold, kicking one of the Bugbear's knees with my armored foot. The Bugbear growled, saliva leaving its mouth as it grew angry, but didn't as much as bend down.
He kicked me back with its powerful legs, and as he did, I ended up reappearing with my back against the ashen ground of Rivira's bonfire, located upon the rocky ridge outside town.
I calmly stood up, took a deep breath, and then broke out laughing.
"Let's try Trueshot next."
He who does not vary his attacks will never achieve victory in Dark Souls.
Who needed a party, when you were the party itself?
Orion Zete
[verify weaboo]
- Location
- Malaysia
You know that feeling that shade just do something stupid and potentially fatal to other MC because he forgot that a harem protagonist always, always ,always look for her first lover and will pick a fight with a god(dess) just to find him again and said she love all this time and the lover goes like
"Baka bell you should never find me" au shade said" but why my love" bell ask " cause I do this to protect you and our people (mostly you)" shade say all lovely and all sad "I can protect you shade"bell say cue the kissing scene and shade die from backstab in middle of the kiss.
"Baka bell you should never find me" au shade said" but why my love" bell ask " cause I do this to protect you and our people (mostly you)" shade say all lovely and all sad "I can protect you shade"bell say cue the kissing scene and shade die from backstab in middle of the kiss.
- Pronouns
- She / Her
This is why you don't afk in the PVP Forest folks.
Chapter Twenty-Five
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Five
David didn't shine. It struck. The Bastard Sword of Goibniu was a blade unlike any others, and yet utterly similar. It didn't have fancy things, and was a weapon for a professional, rather than an adventurer. The blade was sharp, and well-kept. Though Goibniu would always find something to say against it, touching the Bonfire restored the strength of the weapons to their natural form, as if freshly forged.
That was why I never saw a blacksmith to get my weapons or armors repaired, but merely enhanced.
The blade sliced through the fur of the Bugbear, but this time I swiftly called it back, sidestepping the incoming blow by shifting to the side of the wounded limb of the creature, twirling the blade to stab at the upper thigh of the monster. Having taken out one of its arm and greatly weakened the muscles of one of its legs, the speed that the creature was so proud of was now utterly denied.
I finished the monster with a follow-up attack, thrusting the blade through the armpit of the creature. The monster died, exploding in grisly chunks as the soul it left behind was greedily devoured by the Darksign. My eyes settled on the small amount of teeth that the Bugbear had left behind, and I proceeded to grab them and throw them inside a pouch. I could hear the noises of more Bugbear coming, a couple already turning around the corner.
I bent my knees, settling my stance, and then clutched the sword with both hands. "Lightning," I hissed, swinging the blade, "Spear!" an arc of electricity which had no reason to exist due to the law of physics materialized as the spell itself ran across the blade, dangerously leaving its edge and rushing forth as an attack meant to stall the duo long enough for me to close the distance.
The first died as I ran and jumped against it, thrusting the blade like a dagger into its neck, while the second recovered its wits quickly enough that it avoided a swing before lunging in with its claws. The edge of my blade intercepted the fingers, slicing through them and lodging itself in the creature's bones. I twisted the blade free, and finished by thrusting the tip of the sword through the creature's soft neck.
Both bodies exploded in clumps of dark matter, leaving their magic stones behind.
Three Bugbears were the most I could face at the same time. Even so, I was quickly making my way forth. Enhancing my Faith statistic was, without a doubt, interacting weirdly with the rest of my stats.
It took me a while to understand an important point of this reality, and then I would have hit my head against it once I found out. This world didn't have more than five stats. On the other hand, Dark Souls had many, many more. Thus it was obvious that they would need to interact with one another in strange, calculation-like ways. I couldn't properly understand, but since a Goliath was something that a vast group of Level Ones could face, or that a small group of Level Twos could face, the fact I had killed it settled me in the Level Three category of adventurers.
However, statistics weren't straightforward. The leveling up wasn't tied to having all statistics at one thousand points, but only some of them. This was why some adventurers were noticeably weaker than others, though they shared the same level. Increasing to a higher level meant that the base of the level before would be forever blocked, and thus the absolute maximum yield would always be less than the sum total possible.
My eyes settled on the path ahead of me. This was as far as I had reached last time, so if I went any further...I needed a few more souls before increasing another of my statistics, and if things took a sour turn, I was sure enough I could make my way back to the hallway I was in with ease.
Thus, I kept on walking and came face to face with a patrol of lizardmen equipped with flower-like shields and stalk-like blades.
There were five of them, and their eyes burned with fury at my sight.
I ran back the way I had come from, making David disappear as I moved on to my warhammer. The moment I turned around a corner I stopped, turned and then slammed the weapon straight through the snout of the first lizardman, before hoisting the weapon over my head to crush the head of the second creature in range. I threw my body against the shield of the third one, the lower handle of my warhammer equipped with a spike which I drove into the monster's eyes.
The fourth lizard stabbed me through the exposed flank, the stalk-like sword pushing through my armor with ease.
The fifth one hit me in the back, climbing over my body as its teeth sunk into my neck. The next moment, I was once more by the bonfire of Rivira.
I exhaled, nodding to myself. Next time, I'd disengage after dealing a blow to the second Lizard. I made my way off the cliff, and down to the city while coasting the rocky mountain. It had been a few days since I had arrived in this new area, and I was already doing my very best to get to know some of the best places for grinding. Slowly but surely, I was cracking at the nineteenth floor. I could make my way to where I had last died with ease now, even though it would require a bit of running to deftly avoid some of the enemies.
It was as I made my way once more on the stairs of the nineteenth level that a group of adventurers passed me quickly by. I let them go, watching their backs as they utterly ignored me. Some of them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place them. Well, while they went their way, they might just stumble on some of the monsters I was meant to defeat and deal with them in my stead.
I was lucky. The path to the floor below did indeed pass through the hallways I had been perusing, hence making the retrieval of the souls I had left behind easier. Since they had gone this far, it was pretty clear that the group of adventurers would head even further down. I could catch a quick peek at what awaited me around the corner, or a couple of floors below...but then I'd end up stuck having to fight incredibly hard monsters I knew nothing about.
It was better to just make my way back up to Rivira, increase my Faith stat and then be done for the time being.
"Anyway there we were, sitting on a fungus..." an adventurer said lecherously to another in a corner of the dingy, smoke-filled bar I had taken a shine of, if nothing else because it was usually deserted. "When the fungus grew tentacles and began to grope him!" the man laughed raucously. "It was going to eat that bastard whole, Valis and all! Couldn't let that happen."
I paid the bartender for the deep-fried potatoes filled with cheese and ham which were a local delicacy, much to my understanding, and then took a couple of bites out of it. I didn't really need it, but I did want an excuse to listen in to other people without appearing suspicious.
"Heard the Loki's familia is planning an expedition on the lower floors," someone said. "They should be coming down anytime soon."
"That means we can follow behind them and get to looting!" another cheerfully exclaimed. These were, in a nutshell, the adventurers of Rivira. They were parasites, though not in a necessarily harmful way. Most of them expended the least amount of effort possible, doing their very best to let stronger adventurers take the brunt of the work in order for them to clean off the remains.
From this floor downward, the deaths both considerably dropped, and yet became utterly devastating. Dying to a goblin out of arrogance was one thing, just like suffering death at the hands of a minotaur. However, being devoured by a Bugbear meant the entire party might just follow soon after. For most of them, going solo had already been suicidal in the floors below, but from Rivira onward, going with only their strength as Level Twos was utterly foolish.
The moment I was finished with my deep fried potato, and my pint of beer, I left without another word. They were coming.
It was time. I settled myself on the cliff's side in wait for the inevitable arrival of the vanguard of the Loki Familia.
"Here you are," a cloaked figure clad in darkness appeared out of nowhere, while I merely glanced briefly at him. "Ouranos sent me." Fels appeared unchanged. He wasn't sporting anything new, or different.
"Checking on whether it works or not?" I asked. "You theorized I'd wait until the Loki Familia went by?"
"Indeed," Fels nodded briefly. "They should be passing into Rivira's borders within moments."
Silence settled between us. "How are things going for the Hestia familia?"
"They have reached the thirteenth floor," Fels answered. "Reports state that they are quite driven into reaching the middle floors."
I chuckled at that. "I suppose they would be," I extended my left hand in front of me, Ishtar's soul emerging from my inventory to settle upon its palm. "Well...here goes nothing."
I shattered the soul of the Goddess Ishtar.
An incredible amount of souls flowed into my frame. The numbers were so high...Their strength so great...
"You are glowing. Your armor is...glowing," Fels pointed out as I turned to look at him, and then down at my body. The Souls were only a part of it. A God's soul...also worked as a piece of Humanity, as a mean to light the Embers deeply resting within my body. It hungrily consumed it, but even so...even so my body felt lighter than it had ever felt before, and stronger than it had ever felt before, and tougher too.
I dumped the entire mass of souls I had earned into Faith, and as I did that, I realized that the glow suffusing my frame was coming less a piece at the time.
By the time the last increase in statistic was put down, I didn't feel a lot different from before, even though I was definitely strong enough now to actually cast the Soothing Sunlight Miracle. Heck. My Faith stat had just surpassed my Strength one. I did stop glowing as the number of Souls lowered down to a more manageable level...and then I turned to look at Fels.
"It appears that I can eat them..." I looked up at the unchanging ceiling of Rivira, "with impunity from the Dungeon."
Fels nodded only once before disappearing into the darkness cast by my shadow.
"Ouranos will be pleased to hear that."
David didn't shine. It struck. The Bastard Sword of Goibniu was a blade unlike any others, and yet utterly similar. It didn't have fancy things, and was a weapon for a professional, rather than an adventurer. The blade was sharp, and well-kept. Though Goibniu would always find something to say against it, touching the Bonfire restored the strength of the weapons to their natural form, as if freshly forged.
That was why I never saw a blacksmith to get my weapons or armors repaired, but merely enhanced.
The blade sliced through the fur of the Bugbear, but this time I swiftly called it back, sidestepping the incoming blow by shifting to the side of the wounded limb of the creature, twirling the blade to stab at the upper thigh of the monster. Having taken out one of its arm and greatly weakened the muscles of one of its legs, the speed that the creature was so proud of was now utterly denied.
I finished the monster with a follow-up attack, thrusting the blade through the armpit of the creature. The monster died, exploding in grisly chunks as the soul it left behind was greedily devoured by the Darksign. My eyes settled on the small amount of teeth that the Bugbear had left behind, and I proceeded to grab them and throw them inside a pouch. I could hear the noises of more Bugbear coming, a couple already turning around the corner.
I bent my knees, settling my stance, and then clutched the sword with both hands. "Lightning," I hissed, swinging the blade, "Spear!" an arc of electricity which had no reason to exist due to the law of physics materialized as the spell itself ran across the blade, dangerously leaving its edge and rushing forth as an attack meant to stall the duo long enough for me to close the distance.
The first died as I ran and jumped against it, thrusting the blade like a dagger into its neck, while the second recovered its wits quickly enough that it avoided a swing before lunging in with its claws. The edge of my blade intercepted the fingers, slicing through them and lodging itself in the creature's bones. I twisted the blade free, and finished by thrusting the tip of the sword through the creature's soft neck.
Both bodies exploded in clumps of dark matter, leaving their magic stones behind.
Three Bugbears were the most I could face at the same time. Even so, I was quickly making my way forth. Enhancing my Faith statistic was, without a doubt, interacting weirdly with the rest of my stats.
It took me a while to understand an important point of this reality, and then I would have hit my head against it once I found out. This world didn't have more than five stats. On the other hand, Dark Souls had many, many more. Thus it was obvious that they would need to interact with one another in strange, calculation-like ways. I couldn't properly understand, but since a Goliath was something that a vast group of Level Ones could face, or that a small group of Level Twos could face, the fact I had killed it settled me in the Level Three category of adventurers.
However, statistics weren't straightforward. The leveling up wasn't tied to having all statistics at one thousand points, but only some of them. This was why some adventurers were noticeably weaker than others, though they shared the same level. Increasing to a higher level meant that the base of the level before would be forever blocked, and thus the absolute maximum yield would always be less than the sum total possible.
My eyes settled on the path ahead of me. This was as far as I had reached last time, so if I went any further...I needed a few more souls before increasing another of my statistics, and if things took a sour turn, I was sure enough I could make my way back to the hallway I was in with ease.
Thus, I kept on walking and came face to face with a patrol of lizardmen equipped with flower-like shields and stalk-like blades.
There were five of them, and their eyes burned with fury at my sight.
I ran back the way I had come from, making David disappear as I moved on to my warhammer. The moment I turned around a corner I stopped, turned and then slammed the weapon straight through the snout of the first lizardman, before hoisting the weapon over my head to crush the head of the second creature in range. I threw my body against the shield of the third one, the lower handle of my warhammer equipped with a spike which I drove into the monster's eyes.
The fourth lizard stabbed me through the exposed flank, the stalk-like sword pushing through my armor with ease.
The fifth one hit me in the back, climbing over my body as its teeth sunk into my neck. The next moment, I was once more by the bonfire of Rivira.
I exhaled, nodding to myself. Next time, I'd disengage after dealing a blow to the second Lizard. I made my way off the cliff, and down to the city while coasting the rocky mountain. It had been a few days since I had arrived in this new area, and I was already doing my very best to get to know some of the best places for grinding. Slowly but surely, I was cracking at the nineteenth floor. I could make my way to where I had last died with ease now, even though it would require a bit of running to deftly avoid some of the enemies.
It was as I made my way once more on the stairs of the nineteenth level that a group of adventurers passed me quickly by. I let them go, watching their backs as they utterly ignored me. Some of them looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place them. Well, while they went their way, they might just stumble on some of the monsters I was meant to defeat and deal with them in my stead.
I was lucky. The path to the floor below did indeed pass through the hallways I had been perusing, hence making the retrieval of the souls I had left behind easier. Since they had gone this far, it was pretty clear that the group of adventurers would head even further down. I could catch a quick peek at what awaited me around the corner, or a couple of floors below...but then I'd end up stuck having to fight incredibly hard monsters I knew nothing about.
It was better to just make my way back up to Rivira, increase my Faith stat and then be done for the time being.
"Anyway there we were, sitting on a fungus..." an adventurer said lecherously to another in a corner of the dingy, smoke-filled bar I had taken a shine of, if nothing else because it was usually deserted. "When the fungus grew tentacles and began to grope him!" the man laughed raucously. "It was going to eat that bastard whole, Valis and all! Couldn't let that happen."
I paid the bartender for the deep-fried potatoes filled with cheese and ham which were a local delicacy, much to my understanding, and then took a couple of bites out of it. I didn't really need it, but I did want an excuse to listen in to other people without appearing suspicious.
"Heard the Loki's familia is planning an expedition on the lower floors," someone said. "They should be coming down anytime soon."
"That means we can follow behind them and get to looting!" another cheerfully exclaimed. These were, in a nutshell, the adventurers of Rivira. They were parasites, though not in a necessarily harmful way. Most of them expended the least amount of effort possible, doing their very best to let stronger adventurers take the brunt of the work in order for them to clean off the remains.
From this floor downward, the deaths both considerably dropped, and yet became utterly devastating. Dying to a goblin out of arrogance was one thing, just like suffering death at the hands of a minotaur. However, being devoured by a Bugbear meant the entire party might just follow soon after. For most of them, going solo had already been suicidal in the floors below, but from Rivira onward, going with only their strength as Level Twos was utterly foolish.
The moment I was finished with my deep fried potato, and my pint of beer, I left without another word. They were coming.
It was time. I settled myself on the cliff's side in wait for the inevitable arrival of the vanguard of the Loki Familia.
"Here you are," a cloaked figure clad in darkness appeared out of nowhere, while I merely glanced briefly at him. "Ouranos sent me." Fels appeared unchanged. He wasn't sporting anything new, or different.
"Checking on whether it works or not?" I asked. "You theorized I'd wait until the Loki Familia went by?"
"Indeed," Fels nodded briefly. "They should be passing into Rivira's borders within moments."
Silence settled between us. "How are things going for the Hestia familia?"
"They have reached the thirteenth floor," Fels answered. "Reports state that they are quite driven into reaching the middle floors."
I chuckled at that. "I suppose they would be," I extended my left hand in front of me, Ishtar's soul emerging from my inventory to settle upon its palm. "Well...here goes nothing."
I shattered the soul of the Goddess Ishtar.
An incredible amount of souls flowed into my frame. The numbers were so high...Their strength so great...
"You are glowing. Your armor is...glowing," Fels pointed out as I turned to look at him, and then down at my body. The Souls were only a part of it. A God's soul...also worked as a piece of Humanity, as a mean to light the Embers deeply resting within my body. It hungrily consumed it, but even so...even so my body felt lighter than it had ever felt before, and stronger than it had ever felt before, and tougher too.
I dumped the entire mass of souls I had earned into Faith, and as I did that, I realized that the glow suffusing my frame was coming less a piece at the time.
By the time the last increase in statistic was put down, I didn't feel a lot different from before, even though I was definitely strong enough now to actually cast the Soothing Sunlight Miracle. Heck. My Faith stat had just surpassed my Strength one. I did stop glowing as the number of Souls lowered down to a more manageable level...and then I turned to look at Fels.
"It appears that I can eat them..." I looked up at the unchanging ceiling of Rivira, "with impunity from the Dungeon."
Fels nodded only once before disappearing into the darkness cast by my shadow.
"Ouranos will be pleased to hear that."
- Location
- My mom's basement
I wonder is shade actually consuming real souls or is it only their residual memories.
Probably using them up, which fits with the theme of loss which is inherent in darksouls.
- Location
- norway
to be fair. he would be more hated if he only had to eat their corpses.
- Location
- Helsinki, Mother´s sofa
Dark Souls would say the latter. Even the "Souls" of the bosses are more akin to clump of soul mass that stuck together. There is a notable chance that Ishtar will be severely weakened and maybe lost parts of her divinity or whatever it was that Shade referred to be Humanity-equivalent.
That was enough of Ishtar that she didn't return to Heaven. Shes dead now. Forever. Seeing as they're hunting evil gods thats kinda the point.
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- Location
- Malaysia
One small step for chosen undead one big leap toward lord of cinder
And shade have fun when bell find you next time
Iam so going to enjoy the fall out
And shade have fun when bell find you next time
Iam so going to enjoy the fall out
- Location
- Australia
Welp, there goes Thanatos and the rest of the evil gods. Oranos is going to send shade to kill all those troublesome gods tough if another god turns dead than they are going to start breaking their rules to not use their powers.
Bell-chan and the rest are going to level up fast to catch up to shade. The longer you try to avoid being the plot point it was useless, I am pretty sure Bell now has her hax skill now to catch up to shade.
Bell-chan and the rest are going to level up fast to catch up to shade. The longer you try to avoid being the plot point it was useless, I am pretty sure Bell now has her hax skill now to catch up to shade.
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Chapter Twenty-Six - Bell
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Six - Bell
Bell Cranel was determined. She was the most determined individual in all of Orario. Her eyes centered on the objective ahead of her, she avoided the swing of the Almiraj's stone ax and delivered a determined jab into the rabbit's neck, killing it in the process. By her side, Welf Crozzo swung his massive sword. He had been elated at the chance of heading into the dungeon to raise his skill and level, but had no idea of whom Big Brother Solaire was.
He had never met him, even though Solaire knew about his intentions to become a High Blacksmith.
The thirteenth floor was a place where the fog stopped obscuring the sight, and where Monster Parties became more current. Behind her, she could hear the chatter of Lili carefully explaining to Haruhime how to cut free the Magic Stones from the monster bodies. She breathed in the air of the dungeon, feeling the breeze that came unseen throughout the hallway.
They were getting stronger. It was only a matter of time before they'd catch up to Solaire, and then she'd beat him over the head for having left them behind. That stupid old man was just like her Gramps sometimes. They both laughed it off, and then disappeared from her life forever. Well, she wasn't going to let Solaire get away with it. He had gifted her such an incredible thing, and now her debt towards him was even higher than before.
Her Goddess had told her that a Grimoire was a truly powerful, and quite pricey thing. Solaire had been rich, but even so only a few familia could ever possibly buy one, let alone freely gift it like that. A single adventurer, no matter how strong, could never reach alone the required sum. Liliruca had told her about the Freya Familia's symbol on the letter for Solaire.
Thus, while her Goddess didn't want to tell her, she had understood that Solaire had been forced to leave them because of this Freya Goddess. She had taken him, as she always did with other adventurers, and then had made him hers. It was obvious; Freya was the Goddess of beauty, and nobody could compare with her. Even though Solaire had refused her invitation so sharply, he had returned way too late after finishing his quest.
He hadn't done this because he was angry at Lili, and he hadn't done this because he was ashamed. Solaire was a good person. He had done so for the best interests of her, and her familia. This made her even angrier at him.
He was a stupid foolish man who had gone away to keep them safe from the bullying of a bigger, meaner familia. Her blood boiled at the thought. She wasn't going to forgive this Goddess Freya. Maybe if she begged on all fours and returned Solaire; maybe then she'd forgive her, but she wouldn't forget it.
"Almirajs!" Welf exclaimed, and she turned to steady herself. The Almirajs were cute like Needle Rabbits, and somehow vividly resembled her. They were monsters however, quick and nimble users of landform weaponry, and they could throw their weapons from afar before closing in. Sometimes they traveled in small groups, but they weren't much of a threat, at least as long as they were alone.
It was as Bell readied herself, as she prepared herself for another fight, that she saw a few men wearing black pass them by. They were uncaring, nimble, and really too quick for her to as much as glimpse a sight of. What she did see behind them, however, was clearly not something she could forget.
It was a monster party.
It was a Pass Parade.
It was an entire floor worthy of monsters, which angrily settled on their new target within seconds. "Those damn fuckers!" Welf exclaimed loudly, "We've got to run too!" he slammed his blade into a Hellhound's gaping jaw, strongly armored armadillos rolling their way towards Haruhime and Lili, even as the lithe Pallum shoved out of the way the Renart. They managed to break into a run, Bell protecting the rear while Welf led from the front.
There was a loud noise, a shake, and the ground trembled as a pile of broken rocks abruptly blocked the path ahead. "Don't fuck with me!" Welf roared, slamming his fist against the now insurmountable pile of rocks that blocked the passage. He turned, sharply hoisting his long blade with both hands. "We're stuck here!"
"They're too angry for the monster repellents to work," Lili said, her bow aimed at the closing in Almirajs. "Now would be a great time for your supporting skill, Haruhime!"
The Renart nodded, taking a deep breath. "Grow," she spoke. "That power and that vessel."
While the Renart spoke, the Hellhounds began their charge. Though their mouths were filled with flames, they didn't resort to the fire. The Salamander Wool would have protected the adventurers anyway, and stopped the rest of the monsters from swarming. They were cruel, but intelligent.
It was the cruel intelligence of the dungeon that Solaire used to speak about. The one that could work for their benefit, and also against it. Bell rushed forward, slicing a path of blood and ribbons of hound flesh as she grabbed hold of a falling corpse in order to throw it at the Almirajs further away.
"Breadth of wealth and breadth of wishes," she could hear Haruhime's chant continue, "Until the bell tolls, bring forth glory and illusions." It was her skill. Her very special skill that Solaire had known about, had sought out, had brought to her because he wanted her to grow strong, because he saw something in her that even she didn't understand.
"Grow," Haruhime kept on speaking, even as Bell hopped out of the path she was set on, the ground's tremor an alert of Dungeon Worms emerging with their massive teeth and tubular bodies. Yet, rather than keep her distance she drew near once the ground cracked, slicing through the skin as the worm's own muscles worked against it, slicing the flesh in half and spraying blood all over the place. "Confine divine of erings within this body. This golden light bestowed from above. Into the hammer and into the ground, may it bestow good fortune upon you."
A silver-like magical energy flowed through the air, pushing itself through Bell's chest as the girl didn't stop her slashing, her daggers drenched in blood as Hard Armored were stabbed in their delicate snouts before they could as much as roll into their highly-lethal running forms, while the Bad Bats that flew around were being targeted by Lili's bolts. Protecting Haruhime during her chanting was Welf, his large sword slick with the blood of a variety of monsters.
A silver mallet formed over Bell's head, ready to come down upon her in a glittering show of stars.
"Grow," Haruhime whispered, "Uchide no Kuzuki."
Bell's speed increased even further. Her strength easily punctured through the enemies in front of her, her jumps and rolls brought forth like a bouncing bunny who would land only on the blood of its foes. From Lili's point of view, Bell had gone from being a fast adventurer to being a blur of white and red, jumping in a low crouch-like position and forming sprays of blood to erupt from the necks, the bodies and the limbs of the monsters unlucky enough to have her land near them.
If they tried to move away, a Firebolt would without a doubt make them die, charring them into ashes without question.
It was such a powerful magic, Haruhime's own Level Boost, that even she couldn't help but wonder how strong she'd became if it was launched on her.
It was a tough battle, but it ended with their victory. Even as the dungeon repaired the cave-in a piece at the time, Bell's breathing came in quick, short bursts as she smiled. Around her, there were countless corpses of monsters and magic stones.
She definitely was one step closer to reaching up to Solaire, and when she'd reach him, she'd slap him for having left them without so much as a proper goodbye.
Her Gramps' warning voice was present in the back of her head as she grinned to the rest of her party, soaked in the blood of far more monsters than what would be considered hygienic.
You must never, ever, ever let a flirting adventurer get away with it! If they run away, hunt them down and beat them up!
And until they learn their lesson...never stop hitting them!
Bell Cranel was determined. She was the most determined individual in all of Orario. Her eyes centered on the objective ahead of her, she avoided the swing of the Almiraj's stone ax and delivered a determined jab into the rabbit's neck, killing it in the process. By her side, Welf Crozzo swung his massive sword. He had been elated at the chance of heading into the dungeon to raise his skill and level, but had no idea of whom Big Brother Solaire was.
He had never met him, even though Solaire knew about his intentions to become a High Blacksmith.
The thirteenth floor was a place where the fog stopped obscuring the sight, and where Monster Parties became more current. Behind her, she could hear the chatter of Lili carefully explaining to Haruhime how to cut free the Magic Stones from the monster bodies. She breathed in the air of the dungeon, feeling the breeze that came unseen throughout the hallway.
They were getting stronger. It was only a matter of time before they'd catch up to Solaire, and then she'd beat him over the head for having left them behind. That stupid old man was just like her Gramps sometimes. They both laughed it off, and then disappeared from her life forever. Well, she wasn't going to let Solaire get away with it. He had gifted her such an incredible thing, and now her debt towards him was even higher than before.
Her Goddess had told her that a Grimoire was a truly powerful, and quite pricey thing. Solaire had been rich, but even so only a few familia could ever possibly buy one, let alone freely gift it like that. A single adventurer, no matter how strong, could never reach alone the required sum. Liliruca had told her about the Freya Familia's symbol on the letter for Solaire.
Thus, while her Goddess didn't want to tell her, she had understood that Solaire had been forced to leave them because of this Freya Goddess. She had taken him, as she always did with other adventurers, and then had made him hers. It was obvious; Freya was the Goddess of beauty, and nobody could compare with her. Even though Solaire had refused her invitation so sharply, he had returned way too late after finishing his quest.
He hadn't done this because he was angry at Lili, and he hadn't done this because he was ashamed. Solaire was a good person. He had done so for the best interests of her, and her familia. This made her even angrier at him.
He was a stupid foolish man who had gone away to keep them safe from the bullying of a bigger, meaner familia. Her blood boiled at the thought. She wasn't going to forgive this Goddess Freya. Maybe if she begged on all fours and returned Solaire; maybe then she'd forgive her, but she wouldn't forget it.
"Almirajs!" Welf exclaimed, and she turned to steady herself. The Almirajs were cute like Needle Rabbits, and somehow vividly resembled her. They were monsters however, quick and nimble users of landform weaponry, and they could throw their weapons from afar before closing in. Sometimes they traveled in small groups, but they weren't much of a threat, at least as long as they were alone.
It was as Bell readied herself, as she prepared herself for another fight, that she saw a few men wearing black pass them by. They were uncaring, nimble, and really too quick for her to as much as glimpse a sight of. What she did see behind them, however, was clearly not something she could forget.
It was a monster party.
It was a Pass Parade.
It was an entire floor worthy of monsters, which angrily settled on their new target within seconds. "Those damn fuckers!" Welf exclaimed loudly, "We've got to run too!" he slammed his blade into a Hellhound's gaping jaw, strongly armored armadillos rolling their way towards Haruhime and Lili, even as the lithe Pallum shoved out of the way the Renart. They managed to break into a run, Bell protecting the rear while Welf led from the front.
There was a loud noise, a shake, and the ground trembled as a pile of broken rocks abruptly blocked the path ahead. "Don't fuck with me!" Welf roared, slamming his fist against the now insurmountable pile of rocks that blocked the passage. He turned, sharply hoisting his long blade with both hands. "We're stuck here!"
"They're too angry for the monster repellents to work," Lili said, her bow aimed at the closing in Almirajs. "Now would be a great time for your supporting skill, Haruhime!"
The Renart nodded, taking a deep breath. "Grow," she spoke. "That power and that vessel."
While the Renart spoke, the Hellhounds began their charge. Though their mouths were filled with flames, they didn't resort to the fire. The Salamander Wool would have protected the adventurers anyway, and stopped the rest of the monsters from swarming. They were cruel, but intelligent.
It was the cruel intelligence of the dungeon that Solaire used to speak about. The one that could work for their benefit, and also against it. Bell rushed forward, slicing a path of blood and ribbons of hound flesh as she grabbed hold of a falling corpse in order to throw it at the Almirajs further away.
"Breadth of wealth and breadth of wishes," she could hear Haruhime's chant continue, "Until the bell tolls, bring forth glory and illusions." It was her skill. Her very special skill that Solaire had known about, had sought out, had brought to her because he wanted her to grow strong, because he saw something in her that even she didn't understand.
"Grow," Haruhime kept on speaking, even as Bell hopped out of the path she was set on, the ground's tremor an alert of Dungeon Worms emerging with their massive teeth and tubular bodies. Yet, rather than keep her distance she drew near once the ground cracked, slicing through the skin as the worm's own muscles worked against it, slicing the flesh in half and spraying blood all over the place. "Confine divine of erings within this body. This golden light bestowed from above. Into the hammer and into the ground, may it bestow good fortune upon you."
A silver-like magical energy flowed through the air, pushing itself through Bell's chest as the girl didn't stop her slashing, her daggers drenched in blood as Hard Armored were stabbed in their delicate snouts before they could as much as roll into their highly-lethal running forms, while the Bad Bats that flew around were being targeted by Lili's bolts. Protecting Haruhime during her chanting was Welf, his large sword slick with the blood of a variety of monsters.
A silver mallet formed over Bell's head, ready to come down upon her in a glittering show of stars.
"Grow," Haruhime whispered, "Uchide no Kuzuki."
Bell's speed increased even further. Her strength easily punctured through the enemies in front of her, her jumps and rolls brought forth like a bouncing bunny who would land only on the blood of its foes. From Lili's point of view, Bell had gone from being a fast adventurer to being a blur of white and red, jumping in a low crouch-like position and forming sprays of blood to erupt from the necks, the bodies and the limbs of the monsters unlucky enough to have her land near them.
If they tried to move away, a Firebolt would without a doubt make them die, charring them into ashes without question.
It was such a powerful magic, Haruhime's own Level Boost, that even she couldn't help but wonder how strong she'd became if it was launched on her.
It was a tough battle, but it ended with their victory. Even as the dungeon repaired the cave-in a piece at the time, Bell's breathing came in quick, short bursts as she smiled. Around her, there were countless corpses of monsters and magic stones.
She definitely was one step closer to reaching up to Solaire, and when she'd reach him, she'd slap him for having left them without so much as a proper goodbye.
Her Gramps' warning voice was present in the back of her head as she grinned to the rest of her party, soaked in the blood of far more monsters than what would be considered hygienic.
You must never, ever, ever let a flirting adventurer get away with it! If they run away, hunt them down and beat them up!
And until they learn their lesson...never stop hitting them!
- Location
- Australia
I am not sure about the weight of his soul but the thing most people will notice is either his high faith or the dark soul. Correct me if I am wrong but the dark soul gets more powerful the more souls are consumed right so isn't shade noticeable to gods like if he stays near them they may sense him because of his soul Freya especially.
What I want to know the most is what level Shade is now compared to Danmachi level. Lvl 4 or maybe 5 now since he ate Ishtar's soul. To be safe I will say 4 since Fells registered him as a level 3.
Bwahahahaha! Freya's schemes backfired in the most hilarious way possible!
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Train to zone? Reminds me of Everquest back in the day.
- Location
- Australia
Guys remind me if I got this right if I remember correctly there are three evil gods so far in the story.
Thanatos
The god who's Famila that hunts Xeno
And Ares I guess since he clearly wants to invade and his kingdom destroyed a forest full of elves and spirits
Ishtar and Apollo were antagonists but they were not that evil to me, Ishtar was pretty much a pimp and Apollo was just an obsessive collector slash stalker.
Thanatos
The god who's Famila that hunts Xeno
And Ares I guess since he clearly wants to invade and his kingdom destroyed a forest full of elves and spirits
Ishtar and Apollo were antagonists but they were not that evil to me, Ishtar was pretty much a pimp and Apollo was just an obsessive collector slash stalker.
- Location
- Malaysia
Nice to see other perspective. Poor Shade. He is going to be beaten by Bell quite hard after she found him
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- Location
- Malaysia
Smell that?
That of smell of despair incoming.
That of smell of despair incoming.