Progress.

Early in the morning, two very beautiful women were sitting in the reception room. The atmosphere emanating from them made it possible to unmistakably say that both were gods.

- Astraea, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I'm vaguely guessing the direction of our conversation, but could you clarify?

- You are cold as always, although it is worth noting this time the reason is different, but they say that the gods do not change.

- Get to the point, old friend.

- The boy you accepted into the family is causing concern. One of my children knew him up to this point. And if he remains the same, he will cause a lot of problems, - the goddess with long brown hair looked seriously at the Greatest deceiver of heaven.

- Argh! I don't know who he was there, but every day he's here he becomes more humane. Do you know what he said when we met for the first time? "I fell in love with you". Can you imagine? And yesterday he brought me a gift. Wine from Dionysus, it was worth all his money from the dive. No matter what they say about him, now he is part of my family and I will protect him like others.

Everything around became quiet. Astraea had a gentle and teasing smile on her face. The more time passed, the more the red-haired goddess became embarrassed by her presence.

- Well, say something already, it's not for nothing that I'm blushing here.

- I have nothing to say, you really have changed. I believe you. And just out of interest, where is he now?

- Today he is going to the dungeon again, but I asked him to spend time with Ais and Riveria before leaving. Moreover, today the girl is also going there.

Meanwhile, chaos raged in one of the rooms.

- It hurts! Stop!

- I don't know how to do this, in addition, you fidget, making the situation worse.

The golden-eyed girl sitting opposite the mirror screamed every time her teacher carelessly caught another clump of hair.

- Why is this needed at all?

-You have long and beautiful hair, it needs careful care. You don't want to look like a witch, do you?

- I do not care!

- For now it seems pointless to you, but then you will thank me.

- Never!

This continued for several more minutes.

- Can I try? - Shichika, sitting at the door, seemed to show interest in this activity.

- Do you want to try combing Ais? But we're almost done.

The expressionless eyes seemed to have a detrimental effect on the will of the elven queen. She really didn't want to risk the work she had done, so a decision was forming in her head that would greatly anger the other elves.

- You can try... but not Ais, comb me while I finish with her.

Strange, but ok. Taking the comb lying on the table, the boy got down to business. And he did it very well; Riveria did not feel a single jerk throughout the entire process. This allowed her to focus entirely on the golden hair in front of her.

Another 5 minutes passed in suspicious silence, Ais was silent even when the woman pulled too hard. Then she noticed that the girl was diligently holding back her laughter. It wasn't often that you could see her so joyful.

- Ais.. Did something good happen?

- No..*Phhhhhh*.

- So, Shichika, maybe you know? - head poked out from behind the elf's back.

- No.

- Ais, are you sure you don't want to sa....? - and then she finally noticed. During the entire process, the boy kept the edge of her hair in his mouth. Royal anger rose from within, and smoke seemed to come out of her pointed ears.

- YOU! Get out of here!

Silently making a unanimous decision, the children ran away from the room, deciding not to tempt fate.

An enraged Riveria took a towel and began wiping the saliva from her hair.

- Where could such a habit come from?!

When emotions receded, she noticed that the hair was combed at the level of the best elven servants who served their queen many years ago.

- Maybe it's not so bad after all?

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5th floor of the dungeon. Pantry. A group of dozens of monsters looked at the entrance to the room, in which a boy soon appeared without equipment and a bag filled with a small amount of magic stones, however, Shichika immediately threw the burden at his feet and moved on.

The martial artist's body was covered with small scratches, they were a little deeper than from the claws of an ordinary cat, and many of them had already closed. Random injuries from a large group of monsters called War Shadows, representing a black humanoid figure with sharp limbs, they looked like they were made of some kind of energy, but in fact they were quite tangible creatures.

Another notable part was the peeled skin on his palms, the price of testing an ability to catch the tongue of the Frog Shooter, a huge one-eyed frog capable of releasing its tongue at a terrifying speed, the force when hitting was enough to bend low-quality armor.

And now it was these two species that guarded the quartz pillar, the object that secretes the liquid on which the monsters feed.

The battle has begun. The fast moving silhouette used every part of its body and techniques to achieve victory.

A dodge, a cutting blow with the right hand, the monster's tongue disintegrated into black ash. A dash forward, an attempt to pierce one of the shadows... A step back, another monster tried to strike from the right side, a kick to the head. In place of the shadow, a magic stone remained. Shortening the distance to one of those standing in the distance, hitting with a fist - a small crack has formed in the wall, another stone is on the floor nearby. Tongue, dodge, another one. There is no time, the blow was taken on the forearms, a bruise formed at the site of the impact.

In general, after this the battle took about 8-9 minutes, taking into account the monster reinforcements that arrived from the walls. One of the last shadows, which was in the room from the very beginning, was already swaying from side to side, clumsily attacking the adventurer. As a result of the battle a dozen more small wounds appeared on the adventurer's body.

There was a rare moment of peace in the dungeon. The boy headed towards the pillar. First, he scooped up some of the liquid produced by quartz with his palms, and then drank it. Perhaps this is the influence of an ever-hungry girl. But it was... not so bad! The taste was reminiscent of apple syrup, only greatly diluted. The broken piece of the pillar slowly dissolved in the adventurer's mouth, like a candy.

...................

- I knew, I knew that there would be something delicious in this place! I'm sure if everything is done correctly it will turn out to be a nice dinner, - the girl standing over the fire began to dance.

- Verif, when will dinner be ready?

- Ah? Give me a little more time!

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On the 6th floor, several Frontiers a couple of tens of meters long were found, and the quartz pillar had the taste of a pear.

By the time he reached the 7th floor, the bag on Shichika's shoulders was filled to capacity, and his entire body was covered with dried blood. Adventurers passing by looked at him askance, but he didn't care much. Taking into account the time spent and the impossibility of carrying more, it was decided to end the raid at this point. However, a heart-rending cry for help echoed through the corridors.

- SAAAAAVEEE MEEEEEE!!!

Arriving in time to the place where the sound came from, the boy's gaze revealed a bloody picture. The duo of dead adventurers lay surrounded by pack monsters known as Killer Ants. They were simply bloodthirsty red ants enlarged to human size. Along with War Shadows, they bear the title of "Newbie Killers". And Shichika found out why almost immediately. For the first time, the adventurer's strikes could not cause enough damage to maintain pressure on the monsters. The ants' armor was covered with scratches and cracks; at the moment, the only option was blows to the joints.

- This cannot go on. It's unlikely that I'll be able to hold out until the moment when they get tired. They'll just crush me in the corner. Run away? Escape is not the way of a martial artist. Then... penetrating strikes? I've never succeeded, but is there another option? - the adventurer took a deep breath, swung his fist a couple of times at the heads of the monsters, trying to direct the force around the chitin.

In vain.

- What am I doing wrong? Concentrate, gather strength, strike accurately directing the shock wave to the desired layer of the enemy body. Too difficult. I'll try to hit based on how I feel.

Another blow, but this time the sent wave penetrated inside one of the monsters and destroyed its magic stone. It worked. But a more accurate distribution of energy is necessary; if he`ll destroy the source of life of monsters every time, too much money will be lost.

The ants squealed every time one of them disappeared. Some died instantly, others had their limbs torn off when hit, or suddenly had holes of varying sizes appear in random places on their bodies. In the end, only the last of them died from more or less pure execution of the technique. In this case, the shell of the insects and the magic stone remained completely intact, and everything else turned into mush.

As Shichika prepared to leave, Asha's melodious voice sounded in his head.

- La-la-la-la-la-la, dear, could you, when the bodies of adventurers are discovered, take them to the surface? It will be sad if they remain here to be devoured by monsters. They need to be buried properly.

- For what? It has long been known that the soul at death goes to heaven, where it undergoes purification. This makes no sense.

- From a logical point of view, you are right. But please don't underestimate my request. Most likely, each of these people was loved by someone, and even if the dead have no need for visitors, it will be a great relief for their relatives.1

- Deal.

Contracts: 

Belphie - 6st floor - 100 %... 12th floor - 0 %

Vaalverif - Pantries - 12%, Magic stones - 35%, Regular food - 15 %

Leviathan - Rare creatures - 0%, Regular creatures - 5 %

Venera - Fame - 1.1 %, Fear - 2 %

Mammon - Networth - 0%, People who owe you money - 0.

Asha - People's bodies were returned. - 0%

Iblis -

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At the exit from the dungeon, a buzzing crowd gathered, in the center of which stood the guild workers and members of the Ganesha family. People passing by periodically wondered what had happened, to which they received answers like:

"Some bloody psycho brought the adventurers he had recently killed to the surface and threw them under the feet of the guards."

The culprit stood away from the crowd and explained the situation to the Pantheon workers.

- You spent 9 hours in the dungeon, and when you were about to go back, you heard a cry for help. When you arrived, everything was already over, but you decided to bring the bodies of the dead to the surface. Right?

- Right.

- Was it necessary to leave the tower in this form and, without saying a word, throw the corpses on the ground?

- Sorry, I don't know what to do in this situation, - the worker's hand lay lightly on his forehead and began to slowly massage it.

- Everything is clear now, go to your home, wash yourself, after which you can return to exchange the loot.

- So I'll have to walk halfway through the city twice, can I go home after the exchange?

- Absolutely not! You scare passers-by, and from now on, if you find dead people, leave them on the 0th floor and then call the guards.

- Okay.

Returning to the estate, many noticed a burgundy boy, and when asked what happened to him, he answered simply.

- the Dungeon, - only the leaders of the family received more detailed explanations.

After which I went to the guild and exchanged the accumulated loot, this time the profit was 90 thousand valis. Half of which he spent on buying good wine for his goddess. In exchange, she updated his status out of turn.

Shichika Yasuri

•STR: F - 313

•END G - 297

•DEX: F - 318

•AGI: F - 316

•MAG: G - 263

•SKILLS: ἀμαρτωλός

 Kyotōryū

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ἀμαρτωλός - multiple curses:

inability to wear equipment

inability to be healed from external sources

0 slots for spells

monsters always know about the presence of the skill owner

complicated leveling

during tension life around dies

a mess of emotions

Inability to replenish strength during sleep

inability to lose consciousness

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Kyotōryū A - Sword fighting style without sword.

The user fights with his body like a perfect sword.

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