[FGO]: 66

System, open my attribute panel.

Ryou silently recited in his heart.

The system immediately displayed the attribute panel in front of him.

[ Name: Nguyen Ryou

Race: Human

Class: Heroic Spirit

Basic Attributes:

Strength: 31.6 (D+)

Agility: 32.8 (D+)

Endurance: 36.3 (C-)

Mana: 29.3 (D-)

(The average attribute of an ordinary person, except for Mana, is 10; below 10 is F-, between 15 and 20 is E-, and so on)

Luck: ???

Class Skills:

Item Creation E (56%)

Personal Skills:

Intermediate Cold Weapon Mastery (7%)

Mana Burst D (11%)

Primordial Rune E (99%)

Noble Phantasms:

Reversal War God (EX)

Brahmastra: O' Brahma, Cover the Earth (B) ]

With the significant increase in attributes, a C- finally appeared.

Additionally, the two personal skills, Cold Weapon Mastery and Mana Burst have both been upgraded by one level.

He felt that using cold weapons had become more effortless and precise, and their power had significantly increased.

With the advancement of Mana Burst, the power and precision control of this skill were also stepped up to a higher level.

With his strength greatly increased, Ryou immediately prepared to head to a new dungeon world.

But before that, Ais found him.

"Want to go back to Orario for a while?"

Ryou looked at Ais in surprise, not expecting that Ais, who was wholeheartedly focused on becoming stronger, would make such a request.

He couldn't help but open Ais's attribute panel and immediately discovered a shocking fact.

With five-star potential, an unactivated demigod bloodline, and a top-tier warrior master beside her, Ais's growth in just one dungeon world was not at all inferior to him.

It must be noted that Ryou's rapid growth was thanks to the system.

Seeing Ais working so hard to become stronger, he felt a tinge of pity in his heart. He instinctively reached out and patted Ais on the head.

"Don't push yourself too hard, relaxing a bit is good too. I also want to take a break, let's go back together."

"Okay."

Faced with his head pat, Ais seemed a bit shy and moved slightly but did not stop his action.

Since they were going to relax, Ryou called everyone else along as well, treating it as a trip to Orario.

After successfully dispelling the demonic mutation in the DanMachi world, the DanMachi world was fully open to him.

As long as he consumed a fixed amount of energy points per person entering, he could stay there indefinitely.

Of course, Ryou wouldn't stay in one world for too long; his journey was the stars and the sea, and he wouldn't be confined to one world.

Moreover, upon entering the DanMachi world, the time flow ratio between Chaldea and the DanMachi world was 1:10.

Although time would slow down after entering the DanMachi world, it would still change. If Ryou stayed in the DanMachi world for too long, it was possible that by the time he returned, the demonic mutation might have infected most other worlds.

However, entering was different. No matter how long he left, when he entered the already expelled and purified world, it would always be one month after he left.

This indirectly solved some world upheavals caused by his prolonged absence.

But being able to play with time so effortlessly, the system was indeed a big shot, and Ryou wanted to offer tea to the big shot.

This time rule only applies to worlds that have already been purified by him.

If it is an infected world, Ryou's entry will not affect the flow of time in Chaldea until he completes the purification and returns.

Even though he was entering a world that had already been purified and had several strong allies with him, he still made ample preparations.

After all, the DanMachi world wasn't as safe as it appeared.

...

As it turned out, Ryou's precautionary measures were correct.

During the month he was away, aside from the commotion caused by a certain flat-chested goddess in the Loki Familia, who was furious because the Sword Princess was abducted by a shameless scoundrel, Orario seemed quite calm on the surface.

However, beneath the surface, there were turbulent undercurrents brewing, as if a massive storm was about to erupt, needing just a critical trigger to turn Orario upside down.

Orario Dungeon, 24th Floor

Suddenly, the sounds of battle echoed through a dense forest.

Pushing through the thick brambles, in a small clearing, a white-haired boy in black heavy armor wielding a greatsword was fighting against a group of lizardmen armed with stone axes.

Standing beside him was a tall and imposing man with his arms crossed, watching the boy and the lizardmen fight with an expressionless face.

The white-haired boy was none other than Bell Cranel, the protagonist of the original DanMachi world, and the onlooker was his mentor, the Boaz warrior, Orario's ultimate weapon, and the strongest on the surface, Ottar.

"Aah!"

Bell suddenly pulled the greatsword back to his side, dragging it on the ground with a slight bend in his legs, and lowered his center of gravity.

Seeing their enemy no longer resisting, the lizardmen immediately rushed forward, shouting in incomprehensible language.

Their actions played right into Bell's hands.

Bell suddenly swung the greatsword, and with the momentum, his entire body spun around, creating a steel death storm centered on himself.

The nearest lizardmen were instantly caught in the storm, and like being thrown into a fan, their bodies were sliced into several pieces.

In an instant, the small clearing was covered with blood and flesh. Moments later, the bodies of the completely dead lizardmen turned to ashes, leaving only magic stones as evidence of their existence.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, the remaining lizardmen on the periphery immediately turned to flee.

Bell decisively stopped spinning, pushed off with his legs, and jumped up, raising the greatsword high before slashing down!

A hapless lizardman was instantly cleaved in half.

Bell quickly slaughtered the rest of the lizardmen.

"Well done. The transition between the whirlwind slash and jump slash was particularly smooth, but you still need to improve your control of the battle rhythm..."

A fleeting smile crossed Ottar's lips before he returned to his stoic demeanor and began his critique.

"Yes, Master."

Bell listened respectfully and earnestly to Ottar's explanation, looking completely different from the terrifying killer who had just created a bloodbath.

In just a month, Bell's strength had increased by leaps and bounds, advancing another level to reach Level 3.

Such a rapid progression would have gotten him into trouble with some ill-intentioned individuals if he weren't part of one of Orario's largest factions, the Freya Familia.

Even so, his achievements still sparked countless controversies, with eyes of envy, jealousy, and suspicion all focused on this still very young boy.

The doubts of the mediocre were not unfounded. The fact that Bell could hunt alone on the 24th floor spoke volumes.

Almost all adventurers knew that every twelve floors in the dungeon marked a significant increase in monster strength and intelligence.

To survive on the 24th floor, at least a well-equipped five-person team with an average level of not less than 3 and good teamwork was required.

Yet Bell was doing alone what normally required five adventurers.

"Who's there!"

Ottar's face suddenly changed, and he swiftly drew the serrated greatsword from his back, positioning himself in front of Bell.

"Hoho~ Your vigilance is quite good."

A woman brimming with malevolent energy emerged from the forest. She was dressed in extremely revealing leather armor and was twirling two daggers in her hands. The daggers emitted a faint, unnatural purple glow, clearly indicating they were coated with a deadly poison.

"Who are you?"

Ottar couldn't help but furrow his brows. His warrior instincts told him that the opponent's strength was formidable, definitely a significant threat.

But how could that be? He was the only Level 7 in Orario, and the only ones who could make him feel this way were other Level 7 adventurers.

Seeing Ottar's shock, the woman smirked mischievously.

"Hey, hey, you big oaf, did you think you were the only Level 7 in this world? Such arrogance for a mere Boaz~"

"Scorpio, don't let idle chatter delay our mission. We bear the important task entrusted to us by the Goddess."

At this moment, a soft yet slightly indifferent voice spoke up.

A girl dressed in green gauze, wearing a delicate silver crown, with long green hair cascading down to her waist, barefoot, and exuding a strong aura of nature, stepped out from the forest.

A shocking scene unfolded. As she walked, the dense brambles moved aside on their own, and the grass seemed to pave the way for her, as if an invisible hand was laying down a green carpet.

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Ottar's back. Despite being a Level 7 with heightened senses and a warrior's keen intuition, he hadn't detected the girl's presence at all.

Even now, if she weren't standing right in front of him, confirmed by his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed her existence.

If the malevolent woman earlier posed a threat he could sense, the elf girl before him gave off no detectable presence whatsoever.

This wasn't because she was weak, but because she was so strong that even he couldn't fathom her abilities.

Unfathomable!

Could it be...

A terrifying guess emerged in Ottar's mind.

Could she be a legendary Level 8!?

With the appearance of the elf girl, a trace of wariness also flickered in the eyes of the malevolent woman.

Although they nominally called each other sisters, they were rivals competing for the Goddess's favor.

For the War Goddess, strength was more cherished than beauty.

Despite the elf girl's superior strength and greater favor from the Goddess, they were still considered equals and secret rivals.

Moreover, the malevolent woman had a rebellious nature.

With a nonchalant expression, she said:

"Yes, yes, Your Highness."

The elf girl frowned slightly at her words.

"When outsiders are present, we must use our codenames to address each other. This is the rule set by the Goddess."

"I'll remember next time, Your Excellency Pisces."

The woman known as 'Scorpio' waved her hand impatiently.

'Pisces', who had a peaceful nature, sighed helplessly.

Despite being highly favored by the Goddess, she didn't like to compete, but her sisters didn't see it that way.

There's an old saying: "It's not the lack of resources that causes strife, but the uneven distribution."

The Goddess's favoritism caused these women to vie for her favor like concubines in an imperial harem, using various tactics and engaging in both open and covert battles.

Athena, for some reason, seemed to enjoy the infighting among her Zodiac Twelve Stars over her favor.

On the other side, Ottar's nerves were on high alert, not daring to relax for a moment.

The two women before him, whose beauty rivaled that of goddesses and who had distinct and striking auras, appeared far more terrifying to Ottar than the 59th-floor floor boss, Titan Alm, the King of Corpses.

The two mysterious women seemed to finally reach a consensus and turned their attention to Ottar and Bell.

Especially Bell, whom they examined with intense curiosity. However, their expressions differed: Pisces looked at him with simple curiosity, while Scorpio's gaze was filled with aggression, matching her malevolent aura, causing Bell to shiver involuntarily.

"Alright, the show's over. Hand that kid behind you over to me. He's not someone you or the Freya Familia can control," Scorpio said impatiently to Ottar.

Ottar remained silent but pointed his serrated greatsword at Scorpio, clearly showing his answer through his actions.

"Hmm~ If you're so eager to die, then I'll oblige."

Scorpio's words dripped with bone-chilling killing intent as the daggers in her hands spun into a dazzling display.

Her figure suddenly blurred, leaving an afterimage as she instantly appeared before Ottar. Her daggers aimed directly at his heart.

Ottar was shocked. Her speed surpassed his by a margin, confirming that this mysterious enemy was indeed a Level 7 adventurer.

Relying on his strong warrior instincts and the muscle memory honed through countless battles, Ottar's brain didn't even register the move, but his body reacted naturally, swinging the serrated greatsword horizontally.

Scorpio seemed to throw herself into the attack range of the greatsword, and if she continued her advance, she would undoubtedly be cleaved in two.

Her choice was... to continue advancing!

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Scorpio's mouth, hidden from Ottar's view.

His warrior intuition sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

Before he could figure it out, his serrated greatsword had already struck Scorpio.

The terrifying greatsword cleaved Scorpio in half from her slender, supple waist.

Ottar immediately realized something was wrong. The sword felt too light, with no resistance from hitting a solid body!

Sure enough, as soon as Scorpio was split in two, she vanished into a shadowy illusion.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Bell—it was the vanished Scorpio.

Her target had been Bell all along.

"Boy, come here," Scorpio grabbed Bell's shoulder, ready to pull him back.

"No!"

Ottar roared, not hesitating for a moment. Using the momentum from his previous swing, he executed a large, sweeping backslash with his greatsword.

The angle of the slash was exquisite.

Bell was still just a boy, shorter than the tall and voluptuous Scorpio.

Ottar's sword swung just above Bell's head, ensuring it wouldn't harm him but aimed to decapitate Scorpio.

Forced into a corner, Scorpio had to release Bell's shoulder and block Ottar's sword with her twin daggers.

Clang!

The daggers clashed with the serrated greatsword, sending sparks flying.