"Fear me, for I am inevitable."
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"There have been multiple sightings of an unusual monster gathering near a pantry."
"Head to the 24th floor. My quest for you is to investigate and, if possible, deal with whatever is causing this monster outbreak."
"You might not be aware, but something similar has occurred before—when we sent Hasharna to retrieve a special item for us."
"There is a high chance that the person behind the attack on Rivira is responsible for this outbreak as well."
"Go to the 18th-floor adventurer town, Rivira, first. There, you will meet your party for this quest."
"I trust in your capabilities, Sword Princess."
Fels' words echoed in Ais Wallenstein's mind, replaying over and over as she processed every detail. Even as her feet touched the soil of her destination—the safety point of the 18th floor—her thoughts remained fixed on the task at hand.
This quest had come unexpectedly. It was vague in its details, yet carried an air of urgency that she couldn't ignore.
But more importantly, if there was even the slightest possibility of encountering that red-haired tamer again—
Ais wouldn't let it slip away.
This time, she was ready.
This time, she would not be rendered helpless.
This time, that woman would answer her questions—willingly or not.
A sudden groan pulled her from her thoughts. The weight on her shoulder shifted, the person slung over her like a sack of potatoes letting out a feeble noise of protest.
Ais sighed.
This was such a terrible idea.
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Earlier
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"I'll be taking him with me to the surface, if you would allow it, Sword Princess."
Fels' voice was calm, deliberately non-threatening, as he gestured toward the unconscious Bell Cranel.
Ais instinctively tightened her grip on Cranel. She had accepted this quest from the mysterious mage, but that did not mean she trusted him—and definitely not with Bell's safety.
Especially when he had been the one to force Cranel into unconsciousness with that strange green mist.
"I'll be leaving him with an acquaintance in Rivira," she stated evenly.
She already had a plan—convince Bors to spare Cranel a room somewhere until she returned. After that, she would personally escort him to the surface.
Maybe then, she'd earn a sliver of gratitude from him.
Though, somehow, she doubted it.
Fels remained silent for a moment before exhaling a quiet sigh.
"Make him drink this."
He unexpectedly tossed a vial toward her. Ais caught it effortlessly, her golden eyes narrowing as she examined the liquid inside.
The colors swirled with every slight movement, shifting unpredictably like a living organism trapped within the glass.
Fels turned to leave. "I'll make sure to deliver your message to your familia," he informed, his form already fading from sight.
In the next breath, he was gone.
Ais stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where he had vanished, then glanced down at the unconscious Cranel in her arms.
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Present
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Carefully, Ais uncorked the colorful vial and brought it to Bell's lips, tilting it just enough to ensure he drank every last drop.
She had never seen anything like it before and was fully aware of how suspicious it seemed.
Yet, she sensed no malice from Fels.
Besides, it was better for Bell to wake up now—where she could explain the situation—than for him to regain consciousness while she was away and jump to the wrong conclusions.
She watched in satisfaction as the last remnants of the potion slid down his throat before discarding the vial.
Then, she waited.
...
Nothing happened.
Ais stared at him, her nerves growing tight as each silent second ticked by. His only movement was the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
Her fingers twitched anxiously.
Had she made a mistake?
What if it was poison? What if she had just unknowingly delivered the finishing blow!?
How foolish could she be!?
A small sound broke through her spiraling thoughts.
"Idiot…" Bell mumbled weakly.
Ais blinked, caught off guard.
"Idiot…?" she repeated under her breath, confused.
Was he dreaming?
Bell shifted, his expression twisting with discomfort as he pressed against the rough grass beneath him.
After a brief hesitation, Ais reached out, gently lifting his head and placing it on her lap.
The change was immediate. His body relaxed, tension melting away.
Ais sighed softly.
This was awkward.
The last time she had been in this position—after listening to Riveria's advice—his reaction hadn't been what she was told she would get.
Ais doubted this time would be any different.
Her eyes wandered to his face, tracing his peaceful expression.
His white hair gleamed under the light of the 18th floor's enormous crystal ceiling, mirroring the way sunlight would shine upon the surface.
Her hand moved before she realized it.
Fingers ghosted over the strands of his hair, barely brushing against them.
Soft…
She found herself gently stroking his hair, lost in the motion.
"You are very interesting to me now…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
How was he growing stronger so quickly? How was he gaining new magical attacks at a rate and limit that defied everything she knew?
If he had discovered a way to bypass the limitations of the Falna—if he had found a method to acquire magic faster—then she had to know.
She needed to grow stronger.
No—she would grow stronger.
A low groan escaped Bell's lips, his body shifting slightly in her lap.
Ais peeked down, her eyes widening slightly.
He was waking up!
"Annoying little brother…" he muttered, his tone laced with irritation.
'Little brother?' Ais tilted her head, intrigued.
So he has siblings?
Interesting…
Unconsciously, she continued running her fingers through his hair, slower this time, hesitant. She wasn't entirely sure why she was doing it.
Bell stirred again—this time, more awake.
His eyes fluttered open, hazy at first. Then, as he fully registered his surroundings, his gaze locked onto hers.
A heavy silence stretched between them.
Ais didn't stop stroking his hair.
Finally, Bell's voice broke the quiet.
"…Stop it."
His tone was flat. Cold.
It was, perhaps, the most emotionless thing Ais had ever heard in her life.
Ais quickly withdrew her hand, a faint blush coloring her cheeks at the embarrassment of being told to stop.
All For One rose from her lap, brushing the dirt from his gear.
She stood as well, quietly observing as he adjusted himself.
"Wallenstein," All For One said calmly, cracking his sore neck as his eyes scanned his current surroundings.
Greenery, light, even water glistening in the distance, and a town further ahead.
This was definitely the 18th-floor safety point he had heard so much about—a rare haven from monsters within the Dungeon itself.
Satisfied with his quick assessment, All For One returned his gaze to the blonde-haired girl staring at him with a calm, unreadable expression.
"Where is that mage?" he demanded in a cold tone, direct and without a hint of patience.
While he was curious about the structure and function of this so-called safety point, he was currently unable to reach it alone due to his insufficient level. That made it irrelevant—for now.
"Uhh..." Ais began hesitantly, clearly unsure how to explain what had happened after Fels forced him into unconsciousness. "You were unconscious... I got you here to be safe." She kept it vague, deliberately brief.
All For One's eye twitched at the answer, clearly unsatisfied. "Really now?"
Ais nodded—perhaps a little too fast—trying to look as convincing as she could.
All For One did not look amused by her performance.
"Why were you following me back then? Were you planning something against me?" he demanded, his tone growing sharper and more suspicious with each word.
This was all her fault. This was supposed to be a normal dive into the Dungeon to refine his techniques, and now he was stuck on the 18th floor!
Ais fumbled at the accusation, raising her hands in quick defense. "N-no, I wasn't! I swear!"
All For One raised an eyebrow. "Explain yourself."
To Ais, it might have sounded almost like a request—but it was anything but.
She opened her mouth slowly. "I... I wanted to apologize?" She sounded unsure, even though she was telling the truth.
All For One narrowed his eyes. "Apologize?"
"For that minotaur. It was my fault. I'm sorry..." Ais's nervousness grew with each word as she watched All For One's expression twist with displeasure.
It was clear he didn't like this conversation one bit.
"I didn't need your help then—nor your sympathies now, foolish girl," he said with barely contained venom, his patience thinning rapidly.
Ais looked hurt. She opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. Her gaze fell, unable to meet the sharp, judgmental eyes locked on her.
Dammit, Ais! You practiced this before! Why are you so helpless about it!?
She bit her lip, then slowly looked up at All For One.
"Do you hate me?" she asked, her voice quiet but clear—searching for confirmation, wanting something solid.
All For One scoffed and turned away, his eyes set on the direction of the town.
"I don't even know you," he said dismissively, and began walking.
Ais stood there for a moment, processing his words.
He doesn't know her.
Which meant... he didn't have a reason to hate her.
She smiled—a bit unsure.
His words meant she still had a chance—to make amends... and maybe, just maybe, to get closer to him for information about his rapid progress.
Slowly, she started walking after him, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
As All For One reached the town, slipping through its shabby gates just as the Sword Princess caught up to him—her eyes never once leaving his form.
He ignored his little tail in favor of scanning the town. And if he was being completely honest, this place looked more like a slum than an actual settlement.
Unclean dirt roads made up the transportation system that the adventures walked on, accompanied by shabby wooden buildings that reeked of rot.
And they were, quite literally, made of rotting wood.
His sharp gaze picked up on the many stands selling various items as he made his way deeper into the town. He was well aware of this place's reputation for overpriced junk.
But if you dug deep enough, you could apparently find some interesting items—or so he had heard.
"Bell..." Ais's quiet voice broke All For One's concentration just as he was observing a particular stand that seemed to be selling what he assumed to be perfume.
All For One sighed in irritation. This idiot was still following him?
When he gave no sign of acknowledgment, Ais pressed on anyway. "Have you leveled up?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her tone.
He might have leveled up and his Familia was waiting for the Denatus to announce it. Ais simply wanted to confirm whether he was still a Level One.
Too bad for her. Her meager attempt to gather information from All For One was answered with silence.
Like he would answer any questions from this sly girl.
Ais almost sighed at her own foolishness. No adventurer wanted to share information with people outside their Familia.
Instead, she quickly changed the subject before the awkward silence could stretch any further.
"I'll be going on a quest to the 24th floor," she began slowly, her voice even and measured. "I want you to stay here until I come back so I can escort you out. You can't go alone." She said it bluntly, not even considering that her choice of words might be taken poorly.
All For One's eye twitched. But instead of lashing out at her for calling him weak, his interest was piqued by the quest instead.
"What kind of quest?" he asked, finally acknowledging her for the first time since entering the town.
Ais looked surprised that he had actually responded. "There's a monster outbreak I need to help put down alongside some other people," she explained quickly, not seeing anything wrong with sharing that with Bell.
"24th floor..." All For One muttered with interest. This might be a chance.
But how could he convince this idiot?
He stopped abruptly, forcing Ais to halt beside him. She tilted her head slightly in curiosity, waiting to see what he wanted.
"You 'apologized' to me... You want me to accept your apology, correct?" he asked, his tone neutral, using her earlier goal to his advantage.
Ais's eyes widened, and she nodded rapidly. Finally! Maybe now she could start getting more comfortable with him if he accepted her apology.
"I'll forgive you... in exchange for letting me accompany you on your quest," All For One said with a disarming smile.
She seemed resilient in her desire to get closer to him for whatever reason, and he had just offered her the perfect opportunity to do so.
Ais's demeanor faltered, her expression twisting in mild horror. "No," she refused immediately, not even entertaining the thought of bringing a rookie with her. "You'll get killed."
"I can handle myself," All For One countered, his patience thinning.
"No," Ais repeated firmly, unmoved.
All For One's eye twitched. This idiot was surprisingly stubborn.
What could turn her head around and convince her? A threat? No—that wouldn't work.
She seemed interested in his progress...
"I'll answer some of your questions too," he offered, an annoyed edge creeping into his tone.
Ais opened her mouth to refuse again... but the words didn't come this time.
She hesitated, considering. Having some of her questions answered and being forgiven? That sounded too good to be true.
It wasn't like she was alone on the quest. She could trust her party to watch over him if something happened...
Her face twisted in discomfort. "...Alright," she agreed reluctantly, her tone unsure.
"Wonderful," All For One said, clearly satisfied. While he despised the idea of answering her annoying questions, what he might acquire from this little trip would be worth the headache.
"I'll go see the party. I'll find you again in half an hour," Ais informed him. Her expression remained uneasy about the arrangement, but she seemed willing to go through with it.
At the very least, she would get answers...
All For One nodded and walked further into the town without even glancing back at her.
Ais sighed. "I'm such an idiot..." she muttered to herself, chastising her own decision.
This wouldn't be easy...
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"So…" Loki tapped her finger impatiently on the table outside Twilight Manor, her sharp eyes fixed on the blond god before her. Behind him, his black-haired elf shifted uneasily, her posture tense.
Of course, poor Filvis was only acting this way because of the sheer intensity of Bete's glare—who stood behind Loki, watching their two "guests" with a twisted expression of impatience and disgust. His eyes scanned every subtle movement for even the slightest hint of hostility from the elf.
To Bete, these two were prime suspects—the elf more than the god. His nose never lied. If it were up to him, he'd already have thrown these worms to the Guild to deal with. But Loki seemed interested in hearing what they had to say in their defense.
Dionysus smiled and took a relaxed sip from the tea they'd been served earlier by one of Loki Familia's members. The rich aroma helped calm his already steady nerves even further.
This was all according to plan, after all.
"A lovely tea, Loki." Rather than responding directly, Dionysus chose to first compliment the tea—a gesture that did not please Loki, if the tightening of her face was anything to go by.
"Listen up, sunshine," she snapped, her grin nowhere in sight. "Yer already pushin' it with my boy here pickin' up your pretty little elf scent all over the damn crime scene. So how about ya spit out what ya gotta say before I run outta patience, huh?"
Dionysus's smile faltered—only for a heartbeat—but it went unnoticed by Loki.
"My apologies. You're right, we shouldn't waste any more time." He placed the teacup down politely. And just like that—like a lantern being snuffed out—his bright expression dimmed into something far more neutral.
"You must have encountered one of these, right?" Dionysus pulled a richly colored magic stone from one of his pockets and placed it before Loki.
She raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, Dionysus continued.
"This magic stone was found near the corpses of my children, Loki," Dionysus said coldly. He then pulled another stone of similar origin and placed it beside the first. "And this one was discovered in the sewers—where I had sent Filvis to investigate before the Guild got involved," he finished, his voice lowering into a tired sigh.
"You have your reasons not to trust me, I understand. But I urge you—investigate a little, and you'll find I'm telling the truth." Dionysus looked down at the table, his hands slowly twisting together in frustration. "I need your help, Loki. I want to find the one responsible for all this suffering... so that my children and all those poor mortals who died during Monsterphilia can finally rest in peace."
Loki was silent.
She carefully ran through everything Dionysus had said. It was laughable, honestly, if she were being blunt. But something about all of this was just... off.
Too convenient. Too smooth. But also too detailed to dismiss.
What if Dionysus was telling the truth?
She would investigate, of course. She wasn't about to take his word for it blindly—she wasn't an idiot. But still…
Ugh. This is so damn annoying!
"Now that was quite the dump on me, ya know, Dionysus?" She chuckled playfully, casting a glance at Bete—who hadn't broken eye contact with Filvis for even a moment.
Turning her attention back, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing like a fox preparing to pounce.
"But what proof do you have of your and your little child's innocence, hmm? Aside from your sweet, flowery words?"
Dionysus let out a light chuckle at that. "You know I don't have any proof. But you asked anyway, huh? Classic Loki." His smile faded once more, returning to that cool neutrality.
"I'm willing to share everything my Familia has managed to uncover—about the new species, possible culprits, and so on—in exchange for your help," he said, tone flat, serious, no-nonsense.
Loki blinked.
Huh. That was unexpected.
"Yer quite desperate, huh?" she asked with a teasing lilt. Even if Dionysus was a two-faced snake at times, squeezing a bit of information out of him before making up her mind didn't sound like a bad idea.
Dionysus's smile returned, though it looked… forced.
"Not exactly," he replied calmly. "But I do need allies."
Then, after a small pause, he added with quiet confidence, "If you agree to this little arrangement, I have news that might be of interest to you right now."
Loki hummed. "News, huh~?" She tapped her fingers on the table again, more rhythmically this time, weighing her options carefully.
'Accept or put him in jail, accept or put him in jail…' she repeated in her mind, slowly running through the pros and cons of both.
Finally, she made up her mind.
"Let's say I'll humor you for now. What do ya have for me~?" she asked in an excited tone. She needed more information. All these damn plots moving in the shadows, and no one was telling her anything!
At the very least, she'd wring every last drop from Dionysus before discarding him—if it turned out he was lying.
A sharp "Tch" came from behind her, a clear sound of Bete's displeasure.
Loki ignored him. She was more interested in what Dionysus had to say.
Dionysus's smile widened in satisfaction. Clearly pleased with how things had gone, he picked up his teacup and took a measured sip.
Setting it down with grace, he looked back at Loki, his voice warm and smooth.
"Thank you, Loki. I knew I could count on you."
'Oh, you can, Dionysus. Definitely can… hehehe~' Loki gleamed internally, a glint of mischief returning to her eyes.
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"C'mon here, boy! Lemme introduce you to the finest herbs I've gotten from the Large Tree Labyrinth itself! Only ten thousand valis!" a shady-looking man shouted, waving a bundle of questionable plants toward All For One as he passed by the stall.
Naturally, he ignored the man completely and continued walking without even a glance.
"You, boy! Are you a rookie here!? How about some new boots—exclusively made for the upcoming floors!?" another idiot barked, far too eagerly, brandishing a scuffed pair of boots that still had faint drops of blood on them. Judging by the man's nervous expression and the condition of the gear, they were likely looted off a corpse.
All For One sighed in visible annoyance, his eyes narrowing into a cold, dangerous glare as he scanned the chaotic settlement. His patience thinned with every voice that tried to scam him into buying junk.
Rivira, the infamous town of adventurers, lived up to every bad description he'd heard from passing adventurers.
Filthy roads, crumbling structures, and even filthier residents.
"Such a distasteful town," he muttered aloud in disgust, not even bothering to hide his contempt for this sorry excuse of a settlement.
"Oi, brat! Whatcha think you're doin' insultin' the proud residents of Rivira with that attitude!?" a loud, nasally voice shouted from behind him.
All For One turned with casual disinterest to face the worm that dared speak up.
The man was well-built, wearing a sleeveless, open jacket that exposed a broad chest. What caught All For One's eye, however, was the man's eyepatch and the scar running across his face—a sign of a seasoned fighter, or at least someone who'd survived long enough to earn such marks.
He raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed. "And you are?" he asked flatly. Though the man was clearly a high-level adventurer, All For One didn't sense anything particularly impressive—perhaps a few development abilities.
The man puffed his chest arrogantly, offended by the tone. "Show some respect, brat! I'm Bors Elder! Proud Riveran and representative of this town!" he declared with pompous flair.
All For One remained thoroughly unamused.
A representative, huh? He hadn't expected this filthy settlement to actually have a ruling class. An interesting revelation… something to keep in mind for his future plans.
"You must know the town well then," he said in an even tone, completely ignoring Bors' posturing. "Where's the nearest bar?"
Bors' proud demeanor faltered under the blunt indifference. His face twisted into irritation. "Hey, brat! I'm the highest authority here, not a damned tour guide! Show some respect—or else!" His tone carried weight, and his posture suggested he wasn't bluffing.
All For One casually reached into his pouch of valis.
Bors' gaze immediately dropped to the movement, interest flickering in his eyes.
When All For One lifted the pouch, Bors' hardened expression melted into something far more revealing: greedy anticipation.
"Where is the nearest bar?" All For One repeated, still utterly uninterested, holding the pouch loosely between two fingers as he waited.
Bors chuckled, his mood doing a complete reversal. "Kid... You read me like a book, hahah!" he laughed heartily, flashing a greedy smile. "Just go up there, turn left, and Old Ben's Bar should be right there!" He pointed to his right, clearly pleased with himself.
Without a word, All For One turned and began walking in that direction, still holding the pouch.
"Hey! What are you—!?" Bors started, but before he could finish, All For One tossed the pouch over his shoulder.
The man caught it with practiced reflexes.
"Pleasure doing business with ya," Bors laughed, already turning away as he eagerly opened the pouch to count his reward.
"One, two, three…" he muttered, his grin slowly fading. His eyes narrowed, and the mood shifted sharply. "This is just seven valis!?"
Fury contorted his face as he spun around, searching for the brat who dared mock him like that. "I'll have him banned from this town forever—!"
But it was already too late.
All For One had vanished into the crowd.
Bors clenched his fists, veins bulging on his temple. "BRAT!!" he roared, his shout echoing through the filthy alleys of Rivira.
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Liliruca was afraid.
So afraid that all the confidence she had built up so far—thanks to Bell-sama's short but encouraging lectures—had completely vanished, rendering her again into the timid girl that used to be pushed around by adventurers like a ragdoll.
She was sitting in a bar on the 18th floor, in the adventurer town of Rivira, her head lowered to avoid drawing attention as she quietly sipped from a rather distasteful drink she had ordered.
Zanis-sama had been absent for some time now, and the silence only deepened her anxiety.
She was waiting for that scum of a man to arrange a meeting between them and his mysterious benefactors.
When she told him she'd do anything for him—of course, as a way to get closer to the higher hierarchy of the Familia—he responded that he would contact her when the time came.
And today, he finally had.
He ordered her to accompany him and another man—a bald, brutish-looking figure she didn't recognize—to the 18th floor—a surprise for her—to meet some people.
The journey would have been punishing for her tiny Pallum body, especially since it was her first time going so deep into the dungeon. To prepare herself, she had used her transformation magic to adopt Amazoness characteristics, granting her a slight boost in physical capabilities. Zanis didn't comment on the change when they met up, which she took as silent approval.
It was Bell-sama who had suggested this type of transformation after she'd explained how her magic worked during one of their meetings.
Fortunately, the trip had been uneventful when it came to monsters—all thanks to that brutish man, who annihilated any creature foolish enough to get in their way. Minotaurs were slain as easily as cattle.
But with every floor they descended and every question she asked going unanswered, her anxiety grew.
What was Zanis planning? Where were they going? Who was this brute who treated dungeon threats like weeds to be plucked?
And what were they going to do to her in such an isolated place!?
Her fear for her safety intensified. She simply—and submissively—followed the two scumbags until they reached Rivira. Once there, Zanis left her in the bar with a smug, "Wait here and be a good girl."
She wanted to gouge his eyes out.
She rubbed her now-black hair—colored that way due to her Amazoness transformation—nervously stroking it as she tried to think.
What should she do? She was alone here. Lonely. And that bastard could return at any moment.
Was she being sold? No… Zanis wasn't the kind of scum to let go of his "toys" so easily.
She gritted her teeth, her small fists twisting together in desperation, the full weight of her helplessness pressing down on her like a stone slab.
"If only Bell-sama were here..." she muttered in defeat.
"I am here, Lili."
The familiar voice beside her made her snap her head around in shock.
Her eyes widened. She rubbed them quickly, afraid she might be hallucinating.
But no—that white hair and red eyes were unmistakable. Bell-sama was really standing there, looking down at her.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "B-Bell-sama..." she whispered, her voice cracking, her vulnerability laid bare.
He smiled gently, his expression warm and radiant—like sunlight breaking through the darkest storm.
"Bell-sama!" she cried, leaping toward him and pulling him into a desperate hug, clinging tightly to him as if afraid he might vanish.
She didn't care how he had gotten here.
What mattered was that he was here.
She was saved.
As the little pallum whimpered in the embrace of her supposed "savior," she failed to notice the twist in "Bell-sama's" expression.
'Surprise, surprise, hah,' All For One thought amusingly as the little supporter threw herself into a tight hug around him.
To think the first thing he would see upon entering this mediocre bar would be his pawn—currently in her Amazoness transformation.
This day was turning out to be unexpectedly random and confusing.
He normally wouldn't have approached her. He was here to gather information, not to play savior.
But the dejected, quite literally afraid look on her face made him reconsider.
Lili sniffed against his gear, her small frame trembling. "B-Bell-sama… help me," she said, her voice cracked and brittle.
All For One gently patted her head in a soothing motion. "There, there… Everything will be fine. I am here," he said reassuringly, perfectly playing into his carefully constructed kind and understanding Bell-sama persona.
"Lili, let us sit, and you can start telling me what's wrong, okay?" He gestured toward the table she'd been sitting at.
She slowly pulled away from the hug, a soft sniffle escaping her. "Okay…" she nodded like a child, eyes glistening.
"Good," he praised with a warm smile that seemed as kind as it was practiced.
Now then... what could possibly have happened—and more importantly, what circumstances had enabled her—to end up all the way down on the 18th floor?
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The End
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I think I kinda lost my motivation, lol. And honestly, the quality of this chapter shows it.
It's not that I'm out of ideas—I've got plenty—I just have no clue how to actually write them down right now. So yeah, bear with me and the slow updates.
I know this chapter is kinda… meh. I just didn't want it to be super long and confusing with all the different POVs. Hopefully, this is better.
Also, I fucking hate this arc. It's so annoying to write. I'm just trying to push through and wrap it up ASAP. The next chapter might take a while too since it's got action scenes and it won't follow canon exactly. I'll be adding my own twist to it.
Or not, I'll Think about it.
And if you're wondering what the hell All For One even wants from the lower floors—enough to actually answer Ais's questions.
Spoiler alert: do your own digging, it's out there. Not gonna spoil it here, lol.
Oh, and I haven't finished anything Danmachi-related yet cuz I've been busy with real life stuff. I'll be finishing the Astraea Records novels first (gonna switch to audio because I read super slow), then I'll finish the anime and catch up on the Sword Oratoria manga after that.
This whole thing is such a pain Ngl.
Anyway, thanks for all the support and comments. I read them all and I really appreciate you reader.
YES I'M TALKING TO YOU! I APPRECIATE YOU!
Anyway, peace out.