By force

'After traveling with the guild to the 10th level, I've realized some interesting facts.' Kael looks up ahead. A wolf-like creature stands tall, its dark red eyes gleaming beneath two imposing horns. This beast lacks skin or fur, its body composed entirely of stone. 'Is it a golem? No, it's something else. It looks alive. Hmm... I don't remember how many beasts have certification effects. is it 13 or 16?' he ponders. Without a word, the guild master charges at it, her face cold and determined. Compared to the massive beast, she appears tiny.

With a loud howl, the beast summons a fierce tornado, tearing apart the rocky terrain. 'It's impressive. Everyone here fights without saying a word. They all know their roles. They know when to fight and support without any comms. I've also learned something else,' Kael observes. BANG! BANG! BANG! Ryua shoots the beast, aiming at its joints, making it struggle to stand. Cora runs through the fierce wind with ease. Turning his head, Kael sighs. 'First, Eira you damn monster, what type of custom guns did we sell them? And then there's those two twins...'

He looks at two girls—or at least they appear to be girls. They look nearly identical, the only difference being their eyes. Both stand perfectly still with no expression, wearing black dresses with a flower design, high knee socks, and simple black boots. They both have black hair, but one has one crimson and one blue eye while the other has the same but reversed. 'They look like teenagers, but I know better than to guess their age. These two are impressive though,' Kael thinks, turning back to the guild master who is casually running through the wind. 'Instead of wasting mana on countering the wind or dispersing it, they put a wind buff on her, allowing her to go through the wind with ease.'

BOOM! The guild master strikes down at the beast, but it doesn't give in and pushes back. The impact shatters every rock in the vicinity, and the shockwave blasts through the air—or at least it should have. 'No way, did they just disperse the shockwave?' Kael scratches his head staring at the twins.

"The restrictions are stacking up," Cora mumbles, standing next to Bein and hiding her heavy breathing. The beast lies on the ground with its guts pouring out.

"I told you to let me handle it," Bein rubs his head. "You've got the worst luck. That tattoo prevents restrictions from leaving you. Are you sure you don't want to tell the others?" he asks while looking for loot.

"No, it's alright. Even with these restrictions, I can deal with anything." Wiping the monster's blood off her face, she turns to see everyone getting closer. "This floor is massive. Split up and find clues."

Kael sighs as he hears her. 'Dungeons are more annoying than I thought. We don't just get a message telling us how to proceed. We need to mess around until we find out how to move forward.' He slouches. 'Ugh... what a pain. I'd rather train with Ilka.'

Itto stretches, his muscles flexing. "Hmhmhm, let's go. We might get lucky and find an artifact," he says, his eyes gleaming with the greed of a goblin.

"Pfffhahahaha, how pathetic. You look like a beggar with that face. What? Can't afford to buy one?" the prince scoffs, his malicious striking blue eyes glinting.

"I'm going to break every fucking bone in your body," Itto growls, stepping closer.

The prince raises his arms. "Guild master!" he yells desperately.

"Tsk, fuck. Let's go," Itto sighs, annoyed. 'This moron loves starting shit,' Kael rubs his temples as they walk, glancing up at the scorching sun. 'Dungeons are trippy, the ability to create seemingly perfect biomes, to create monsters from mana, unbreakable laws and tests. Well, it's not like a dungeon has full control. I clearly remember writing their origins. Natural dungeons are created by the earth, earth creates a core, and it's given consciousness. These cores have near full control in creating dungeons, the only thing they must do is make it fair to everyone. Dungeons aren't allowed to be biased or to kill everyone off the bat. The second way to make a dungeon is for a being to contact mother earth and request her blessing so they may create a dungeon. That's what that damn cube did—'

"Hmhmhmhm, you must be thinking of your stupid decision to come here," the prince interrupts Kael's thoughts, whispering in his ear while grabbing him by the shoulders.

With a heavy exhale, Kael turns, making eye contact with an uncaring expression. "No, this is actually a fun experience," he mumbles, trying to push the prince off.

"Hmhmhmhmhm, dumbass," Itto grins, punching the prince right in his face, sending him crashing into a dead tree. "Thanks for touching the kid, that's good enough of a reason to punch you," he smiles as if he won the lottery.

"Ugh... fuck," the prince wipes the blood off his nose. "I'm gonna tell the guild master," he grins with malice, making eye contact with Itto. "Guild master!" he yells mischievously.

"You sure about that?" Kael mumbles with a wicked grin. "If you say a word, I might just tell a certain lady I was sexually assaulted." Kael turns to Itto, "What did she say again? Something about castration?"

Itto rubs his chin. "Yeah, but that's her being nice. If she were to know you were assaulted, I'm sure she'd go crazy," they both turn to the prince with wicked grins.

"Ugh... Tsk, eat shit," the prince backs off, leaning on the tree.

"What is it?" Cora appears out of thin air with a cold glare.

"Ugh... um..." the prince scratches his head.

"I was wondering if you're okay, guild master. You've been fighting all day. How about I cook you something?" Kael says with a smile.

The guild master's eyes widen, and she slightly smiles before shaking her head and turning cold again. "Hmm, I guess I need some nutrients," she mumbles with a nod.

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"Dammit! Leave me alone! Let goooooo!" Biana struggles, waving her hands and feet up and down like a child as she's carried. It's a bright, sunny, warm day. The birds are chirping, and everyone is enjoying the weather.

"I told you I wanna sleeeeep!" she groans with a crying tone, her hazel messy hair covering her face, and her vibrant green eyes glimmering under the light.

"No, V said he had an emergency and asked me to force this on you," Lúthien responds with an exhale. "Seriously, I can't believe all you have is pajamas!" She throws Biana's pouch aside. Her radiant golden hair, perfectly brushed, makes Biana's eyes hurt, and her summer sky eyes add more to her sparkle. "Hmm, this won't do," she taps her chin. 'How did someone like her befriend V? He's perfect. In class, he always perfectly answered every question asked. In combat class, he's the only one capable of fighting me in hand-to-hand combat, and he's the one who has lasted the most clashing swords with Isadora. His magic isn't far off from mages, he knows how to cook, clean, negotiate. I can go on for hours,' she scratches her head and looks at Isadora, who's carrying Biana. 'I understand why he's dating Isadora; she's respectful to some degree, and she always listens to him, but why...' -Note: She assumes Kael is dating Isadora since they're always together, and she's noticed Kael is always starting a conversation with Isadora compared to everyone else. Let me make it clear 'she assumes'- She gets slightly annoyed looking at Biana. 'I don't like it; she's lazy and always demands everything from him.'

"No! This won't do!" Lúthien slams her fist against her hand. 'If you're going to be his friend, you're going to need to change,' she thinks with a nod, reaching into her bag and grabbing an extra academy uniform.

"Hey! H-hey, what the hell are you doing!?" Biana struggles as Isadora holds onto her while Lúthien strips her. "S-stop it! We're outside, you sick bastards!" Biana yells. "Isadora, I saved your life so many times, and this is how you repay me!?"

Lúthien smirks. "Don't worry, no men are allowed in this part of the academy." After a couple of minutes, they let go of her, and she falls to the ground. "Ugh... this is so tight and uncomfortable..." she groans. 'V, where are you... I'm hungry,' she cries internally.

"Okay, now," Lúthien smiles and claps her hands. "Time to work out."

Hearing these words brings Biana memories she wished to forget. "No! Get away from me! I won't let you!" She stands up, running away.

"This works too," Lúthien smirks as she starts chasing her. "You have to go faster, or I'm going to catch up~" she teases.

"Stay!" Biana yells, pulling out a talisman and ripping it, increasing her speed. "Away!" she says, grabbing another one to make her stronger.

Lúthien stops in her tracks and scratches her head. "No, this won't work. Using things like that won't help her get fit," she taps her chin. 'What to do, what to do...'

Biana keeps running, her mind racing. 'Why does this always happen to me? I just wanted to sleep... and now this? Ugh, this bitch is relentless.' She glances back to see Lúthien casually walking, clearly not worried. 'She's insane. V, why did you have to get her involved with my perfect vacation?'

-

"T-this... this... t-this is fucked up! T-this... is... torture!" Biana breathes heavily, sweat dripping as she struggles on the treadmill. One hand is handcuffed to Lúthien and the other to Isadora. The treadmill, a highly advanced device powered by runes and magic stones, whirs beneath them, its tough hide surface allowing for intense speeds.

"L-let... let me... rest," Biana gasps, her lungs burning. Meanwhile, Isadora and Lúthien beside her seem calm, to them this is a casual jog.

"Stop wasting your energy trying to break free. V asked for this, and we got permission from Professor Ayla, the elders, and your mother to get you in shape in any way possible. Your mother was extremely supportive of this idea," Lúthien says with a smile.

"O-of... of course... that... devil... would... want.. this..." Biana manages to say through heavy breaths.

"Hmm... it looks like you're running out of stamina," Lúthien mumbles, glancing at Biana's increasingly labored efforts.

"I heard something interesting was happening and I thought I'd help," Oliver grins, watching Biana struggle. "Mhmhmhahahahaha, this is quite the sight," he laughs, his hazel eyes tearing up. "Here." He tosses a potion to Lúthien. "That will remove her fatigue for a couple of hours and increase her stamina." He puts a large box down next to Lúthien. "Feel free to torture her all month." He waves as he leaves.

"You... Bitch! I'm... going... to... kill... you!" Biana yells, tears welling up as she glares at her brother's retreating figure.

After he leaves, Lúthien turns to Biana with a smile. "Looks like your brother cares about you. Don't worry, I'm going to turn you into a beast," she smiles, looking at Biana. 'Her mother's right, her physique is incredible. According to her mother, she hasn't worked out since she was 10, yet the speed this machine is going at is a horse's speed. Someone who's lived like her shouldn't be able to reach this speed. I should ask my uncle to scan her physique.' She turns up the speed while Isadora forces the potion down Biana's throat.

"I promise you'll end up loving this. Let's run a couple dozen more miles before we start any weight lifting," Lúthien says with an encouraging tone.

Biana's thoughts race as fast as her legs. 'Why does this have to happen to me? All I wanted was a peaceful vacation. And now I have these two torturing me in the name of bitchness. Fuck V for getting them involved. Fuck them for actually doing it!' She glances sideways, seeing Lúthien's determined face and Isadora's supportive smile. 'They're not going to let up, are they? I swear I'll make them regret this...'