Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

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Orario—a city where gods, elves, humans, dwarves, and various other beings coexist.

At the heart of this bustling city lies a massive underground labyrinth: the Dungeon. It is a place where adventurers fight monsters, level up, and seek fortune and glory.

Near the entrance to this legendary Dungeon, in a crumbling old church, a group of figures suddenly appeared. 

This was none other than the Hestia Familia, newly arrived in this world. As they took in the sight of the dilapidated church, Rin couldn't help but sigh. 

"Hestia… your life is really… challenging," she remarked, her tone a mix of pity and disbelief. 

Hestia lowered her head in embarrassment, fiddling nervously with her hands. "I know things haven't been great for me, but now that everyone's here, things will definitely turn around!" 

Her determination earned a chorus of nods from the group. The Kocho sisters, in particular, seemed eager to dive into the Dungeon and start fighting monsters to grow stronger. 

However, amidst the buzz of excitement, King Arthur—Artoria—noticed something amiss. She scanned the group: Kocho sisters, Erica, Rin, Utaha, Setsuna, Altair... everyone seemed accounted for except— 

"Wait. Where's Alexander? Where did he go?" 

Her question snapped everyone out of their excitement. 

"That's right! He's not here!" Erica exclaimed. "Where could that guy have gone?" 

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Meanwhile, deep within the Dungeon, a lone figure quietly materialized. 

"Huh? Did I just randomly get dropped somewhere again?" Alexander muttered, glancing around in mild annoyance. "System, can we talk about this? Maybe let me choose where I spawn next time? Look at this place—where am I even supposed to stay?" 

He sighed as he surveyed his surroundings. 

Dense forest stretched in every direction. At its center loomed a massive, bud-like structure that swayed ominously, surrounded by grotesque, caterpillar-like monsters. 

Each of these "caterpillars" was about the size of a heavy truck, their slimy bodies writhing as they were captured by vines and fed into the gaping maw of the giant bud. 

Alexander grimaced in disgust. "Wait, this scene... Isn't this the Demi Spirit from the stories about Aiz Wallenstein? So, I'm on the 59th floor of the Dungeon?" 

He quickly pieced together what he was seeing. The massive bud was indeed the Demi Spirit, and the "caterpillars" were the infamous Poisonous Demon Maggots. 

"This is revolting," Alexander muttered, shaking his head. "Well, it looks like they haven't obtained the orb yet. The parasitic phase hasn't even started. I must've arrived pretty early." 

Despite his revulsion, Alexander turned to leave—but the monsters had other plans.

The Poisonous Demon Maggots began to stir. 

Squirm. Squirm. 

One by one, they crawled toward Alexander, their grotesque bodies oozing slime. From their mouths, thin streams of venomous thread shot toward him, their intent clear: Alexander was their next meal. 

Alexander's expression darkened. "Disgusting creatures," he muttered. "I was willing to let you off, but since you insist on courting death..."

He raised his hand calmly. Blue magic began to swirl and condense in his palm, radiating immense energy. 

"Super Magic: Fallen Down!"

A deafening roar erupted as a massive blue magic circle appeared, blanketing the entirety of the 59th floor. 

The next moment, a catastrophic explosion of magical energy engulfed the area, obliterating everything in its wake. 

Rumble! 

The devastating force shook the Dungeon to its core. Even adventurers on the 9th floor felt the tremors. 

Alexander, observing the aftermath, scratched his head. "Just how strong am I now?" he wondered aloud. "If the Dungeon weren't reinforced by divine power, I might've blown the whole thing to bits with that one spell." 

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Far above, on the 50th floor, a blond-haired boy felt the tremors as well. 

"This... What's happening?!" he exclaimed, steadying himself against a wall. "Why is the Dungeon shaking so violently? Riveria, Gareth, do you know what's going on?" 

The one addressed—an elegant elf woman with long green hair—frowned deeply. Riveria, a Level 6 mage from the Loki Familia and the strongest spellcaster in Orario, was rarely shaken. Her composed demeanor and sharp judgment were her trademarks. 

But now, her expression was uncharacteristically grave. 

"This magical fluctuation… It's unbelievably powerful," she murmured. 

Her unease was palpable. Whatever—or whoever—was responsible for that explosion, it was far beyond anything she had encountered before.