DanMachi: It's destined to lose its self.

Confident and determined, Kopii descended to the first floor once more. "I'm back," he thought as he surveyed the familiar walls surrounding him. Moving forward slowly, yet with a clear intention, he didn't lose his vigilance for a moment, absorbing the atmosphere of the place where every corner held the unknown. After a few minutes, a familiar sound, almost comforting by now, reached his ears, stirring excitement.

Turning around, he saw a goblin appear as if from nowhere, dirty and malicious. Kopii waited for the moment when it fully materialized and then rushed to attack, closing the distance between them with each passing moment. The goblin, as always, crouched down, preparing to resist, but Kopii, anticipating this maneuver, brought down his strike from above, applying all his strength, and cleaved the creature in half as if cutting soft bread. In the place of the defeated enemy, a magical stone appeared, sparkling and alluring. Kopii picked it up, feeling a slight thrill from the trophy, and continued on his way, full of determination. The search for the descent to the second floor took a long time, and along the way, he encountered several goblins, whom he effortlessly sent into oblivion, like a hurricane sweeping away everything in its path.

Finally, Kopii began to descend the stairs, his steps echoing quietly in the silence of the dungeon. Below, the same sight awaited him as on the first floor—darkness and only darkness. But he paid no attention to the monsters scurrying around, focusing on his goal. He continued on his way until he heard the familiar sound again, which once again made him wary. Kopii looked in its direction and saw that this time there were three goblins. Without losing a second, Kopii attacked, like a wolf on its prey. Because they appeared quite close, he only managed to cleave one before the sound of a falling magic stone rang out. Ignoring the trophy, he focused on the remaining enemies, preparing for the upcoming battle. "Nothing new," Kopii thought, watching the goblins, nostrils flared, pounce on him like a pack of predators.

Dodging their attacks, he managed to kick one of them, but it grazed his leg, delivering a painful blow. Taking advantage of the goblin's loss of balance, Kopii, like an experienced warrior, pounced on the one whose attack he had dodged in the first place and cleaved him in two. He managed to block the attack of the goblin who had recovered after the kick and, counterattacking, cut off his arm; the sight was gruesome, but necessary in this cruel reality. To Kopii's surprise, the wounded goblin, bleeding profusely, tried to escape, saving his life. Without hesitation, Kopii threw his sword, wounding him, but not killing him, preventing him from escaping. Running up, he crushed the monster's head, and it disappeared like morning chases away the shadows of the night. Collecting all the magic stones, he moved on, confident in his abilities.

Soon Kopii heard a familiar sound, but this time it wasn't a goblin. "A Kobold," he immediately realized, remembering the information from the guild library, which, as always, proved accurate. A humanoid monster with the head of a dog, a dark shadow in a world where everything was chillingly dangerous. There were two kobolds, and Kopii didn't have time to run up to them before they materialized, as if not wanting to miss their victim.

"Finally," Kopii whispered, his voice calm, but with steel in it, reflecting the warrior's intentions. "At least someone besides goblins."

One of the kobolds jumped forward, its sharp claws glinting in the dim light as it attacked Kopii. Kopii jumped back, his sword shot upward like lightning in the sky. The blade cut through the air and plunged into the kobold's shoulder, but it didn't stop. Its claws, like a cold wind, scratched Kopii's chest, leaving shallow but painful wounds. Groaning in pain, Kopii kicked the kobold in the chest, throwing it back, but was immediately attacked by the second one, coming from the side.

Kopii turned, his body moving automatically, driven by instincts. The sword came down, severing the kobold's arm. The creature howled, but Kopii didn't give it a chance to escape, like a predator catching its prey. His sword pierced the second kobold's chest, and it collapsed, leaving behind a magic stone, like a symbol of its defeat.

The first kobold, bleeding profusely, tried to get up, as if realizing its fate. Kopii stepped forward, his face remaining motionless, like a rock before a storm. The sword soared up and came down, and a second stone, glittering in the light, fell to the floor.

Kopii picked up the stones, his fingers clenching them with a force that spoke of an insatiable thirst. He moved on, deeper into the dungeon, where new monsters and new trials awaited him.

Kopii strode through the dark corridors of the dungeon, his footsteps echoing, like the heartbeats of this ancient, mysterious place. The air was thick, saturated with the smell of dampness and blood, reminding him of those who had fallen before him. The wounds ached, but he knew that to stop meant to die, and this thought spurred him on to reach his goal. He took out a potion given to him by Naaza with the parting words: "Be careful, Kopii," and her words echoed in his mind like a distant alarm signal. A gulp of the liquid burned his throat, but the pain in his chest and leg immediately subsided, like a fire doused with water.

Kopii walked, his sword, smeared with blood, hung heavily in his hand, reminding him of his deeds and what lay ahead. The air was thick, like the breath of the dungeon itself, craving his death. Each step echoed, as if the walls were whispering: "You won't get out of here alive."

Soon the familiar sound rang out again. "Goblins again," Kopii thought, and his heart filled with determination. He quickly dealt with them, like an experienced chess player with an opponent, took the magic stones, adding them to those already collected. His body ached, his muscles demanded rest, but Kopii was not one to allow fatigue to control him. He decided that was enough for today and eventually began to look for the ascent to the first floor. While he was finding it, kobolds and goblins crossed his path, as if the dungeon didn't want to let him go so easily. His body was covered in new bruises, cuts, and bites, as evidence of his persistent battles.

He felt the fatigue growing with each passing minute, like waves crashing on the shore. Ascending to the first floor, he drank a second healing potion, feeling the strength return to him. After a while, he finally got out of the dungeon, and then out of the Tower of Babylon and headed to the guild, in search of safety and comfort.

Entering the guild, Kopii, as always, exchanged the magic stones for money, feeling his efforts rewarded. Rosa approached him, looking as sincere as ever.

"How is your descent into the dungeon progressing?" she asked, looking intently at Kopii, as if trying to read his soul. "Are you alright?"

Kopii's clothes were dirty and bloody, but he replied with a slight fortification of spirit:

"It's nothing serious."

"Good… How deep did you go?" she continued, this time with a slight anxiety in her voice.

"I'm on the second floor," he said, as if reinforcing all his virtues.

"Don't rush, Kopii. It's dangerous. If you underestimate the enemy, you could die," she said seriously, as if trying to convey the importance of her words to him.

"I understand that, Rosa," Kopii replied, although deep down he knew that the thirst for adventure sometimes overshadowed his prudence.

After chatting a little longer, he left the guild and headed home, where his body demanded rest and recovery, like a flower thirsting for water.

Reaching the blue apothecary, Kopii went inside, feeling the warm atmosphere that always prevailed in this place. There he was greeted by the usual scene: shelves with vials and herbs, familiar faces. Greeting Naaza and Miyaha, he wished them good night, thanking them for their participation in his adventures, and went to his room. Throwing his sword into the corner, he collapsed on the bed without undressing, as if a tired warrior after a long battle. The earth and blood ingrained in his clothes only amplified the fatigue.

Thoughts swirled, images of goblins and kobolds constantly resurfacing in his mind, their malicious snouts and bloodthirsty eyes. Through his drowsy state, he felt a nagging pain in old wounds, how every muscle ached, a reminder of the battles he had endured. His body demanded rest, but his mind simply couldn't settle. Rosa's words echoed in his head: "Don't rush… it's dangerous…" He knew she was right, but the thirst for adventure and rewards drove him forward, deeper into the dungeon, as if stars beckoned a traveler into the boundless distance.

With difficulty forcing himself to get up, Kopii removed his dirty clothes, throwing them in a corner. Then, filling the tub with hot water, he immersed himself in it, allowing the warmth to relax his tense muscles. The water gradually turned brown from blood and dirt, like his own internal state. Closing his eyes, he imagined descending lower and lower, fighting new, more dangerous monsters, ready to confront him.

Kopii lay in the hot water, feeling the fatigue leave his body, lifting his spirit. He thought about the dungeon, the goblins and kobolds, the magic and danger lurking in its depths. His mind painted pictures of new trials, new enemies, new treasures that awaited him. He imagined himself becoming stronger, perfecting his skills, conquering increasingly difficult levels of the dungeon, deeper and deeper.

But thoughts of triumph were replaced by dark memories of pain and fear, like a storm at sea. He relived the moments when he was on the verge of death, when he miraculously avoided enemy blows, when blood flooded his eyes, blurring his vision. He understood that every descent into the dungeon was a risk, that one day he might not be so lucky, and then there would be no one left to pull him out of the abyss.

Climbing out of the tub, Kopii dried himself with a towel and put on clean clothes, putting everything on the line. He went to the window and looked at the night city, which stretched out before him like a boundless sea of lights. Orario shimmered with lights, like a scattering of stars on a dark background, beckoning him. Kopii knew that this city was full of opportunities, but also full of dangers, and he would have to be careful.

He lay down in bed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to forget about the aches and fears for a moment. Fatigue took over, and he quickly fell asleep, plunging into a world of dreams. But even in his sleep, he was haunted by images of the dungeon, monsters, and treasures. He knew that tomorrow he would once again have to descend into this dark world to test his strength and luck and see whom or what he would encounter in his bold actions