Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

"Alicia, you all go too."

"Yes, Lady Riveria!"

Fron looked speechless—so this is what elves are like? I'm in love.

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[Name]: Fron Argon

[Age]: 22

[Title]:

[Race]: Human

[Occupation]: Magus, Blacksmith, Magician

[Affiliation]: Loki Familia

[Floor Reached]: 13th Floor

[Possessed Money]: 270 million Valis

[Level]: Lv.2

[Stats]: Strength: I0→C678 | Endurance: I0→C678 | Dexterity: I0→C678 | Agility: I0→C678 | Magic: I0→C678

[Development Abilities]: "Mystery H", "Forge H"

[Weapons]:

『Azure Water Staff』

A precious staff gifted by Riveria Ljos Alf out of friendship, actually forced upon her by a fellow elf during a visit to Orario. It's a very fine staff, a master-level weapon more than sufficient for a rookie magus.

Made from the rare ore Azure Waterstone mined from floors 25–27 of the Dungeon; the magic crystal in the head is made from the secret crystal of a Gem Beast.

Special Effects:

· Slightly increases magic power

『Dagger No.3』

The third-generation dual-edged dagger forged by Fron Argon, 40 cm in length, used as a backup weapon.

Made from the teeth of a rare elite-type monster "Infant Dragon" from the 12th floor of the Dungeon, mixed with a small amount of refined metal "Black Silver Steel."

Special Effects:

· A sharp dagger, but not yet at third-grade weapon level

[Magic]:

『Surtr』

· Enchantment Magic

· Destruction Attribute

[Skills]:

『Reader』

· Supernatural domain mental strength boost· Effects double at night· Immune to mental corruption

『Scholar』

· Can choose two development abilities each time

· Not restricted by magic slot to learn spells

· Greatly increases power when using magic swords or magical tools

· Doubles magic power, range, and casting distance

『Infinite Super-Magic』

· Enhances spirit through knowledge accumulation

· Enhances magic through knowledge accumulation

· Magic synchronization amplifies all attributes

Current Accumulation: 7.33%

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Looking at his report card, Fron was quite satisfied. His near month of seclusion in the forge workshop had paid off.

After the previous few shocks, Loki had calmed down quite a bit. Perhaps she had been startled too many times and no longer found it surprising.

"Even though I've seen it several times, it still feels a bit too much. Over 3000 total attribute points increase, huh."

Fron chuckled and burned the parchment that held his secrets.

"Don't say that. I'm not the only one who's special—Loki, do you believe in intuition?"

"God's intuition? The least trustworthy thing is a god's intuition."

Fron looked meaningfully at the star-studded night sky and whispered:

"The gears of fate have begun to turn. Orario from now on will surprise you."

"Why do I feel like I don't understand a thing?"

"Hahaha, the heroes craved by certain pleasure-seeking gods are about to make their entrance."

"Heroes, huh. Your 'tools' also qualify to become heroes—don't you yearn for that?"

Fron scoffed and turned to meet Loki's red divine eyes.

"Heroes must stand on the stage, under the gaze of all."

"But in my eyes, anyone performing on stage—be it an extra, a supporting role, or even the lead—is just a puppet on strings. No matter how perfect or brilliant the performance, it's not what I want."

"I'm a seeker of knowledge. Exploring the unknown, pursuing mysterious truths—isn't that far more interesting than becoming a hero? Besides—my heart is small, and can only hold my family and friends. No room for more."

"A world-saving hero and all that, sorry—not for me. That's all."

Loki curled her lips into a smile.

"Hehehe, in my Familia—no, even in all of Orario, you're something special."

"One's should know their limits very well, Loki. Working behind the scenes requires low profile, you know." 

One man and one god exchanged a glance and a smile—everything understood without words.

"Well then, I'll take my leave, Loki."

Loki sat cross-legged on a chair, tilting her head with her cheek resting on her palm. Her red divine eyes gleamed with amusement:

"A friend and family's—guardian? How pragmatic of you. But do you think that makes you any less of a hero? Heeheehee!"

Having completed the update of his stats, Fron was in a great mood.

Every time he saw his stats improve, he felt a sense of nurturing development. Maybe the gods were like that too?

"Yo, long time no see!"

In the northern district of Orario, in a semicircular plaza facing the main street, Fron met up with his old buddy Welf.

They found a spot to sit down beside the fountain near a bronze statue in the plaza's center.

"How have you been lately?"

Fron looked over the red-haired youth, chatting cheerfully about everyday matters.

"Ugh, don't even bring it up. Same as always. Those bastards are still rejecting me—I just don't get what I did to them."

Just talking about it made Welf visibly frustrated.

"They're jealous of your magic sword crafting, obviously. If it were me, I'd feel the same. You've got skills better than top-tier smiths, yet you refuse to make them. Anyone would be annoyed—especially your fellow craftsmen."

"Enough about me—what about you? It's only been a month, but your whole aura's different now. Hmm—you've got a blacksmith's vibe going on."

To be fair, Fron, who hadn't been very physically strong before, used to give off a fragile impression.

With his strikingly handsome face and golden hair and eyes, he looked like your typical pampered noble.

But after training with his companions, learning magic, and living a blacksmith's life, he was transforming.

He now radiated the mystery of a mage, the stability of a blacksmith, and the edge of a warrior.

These three qualities combined with his already handsome looks created a paradoxical yet harmonious complexity.

At first glance, it felt off. But then curiosity set in—and soon after, he became deeply captivating.

This contradiction brimmed with logic—just like Fron Argon himself.

"Well, a blacksmith's life is like that. Day and night don't matter—just hammering each piece of material with everything you've got in pursuit of perfection. Before you know it, another day's gone."

"Exactly! That blazing feeling!"

"Alright, enough chit-chat. I called you here for a reason."

"You're going to explore the Dungeon?"

"Yeah, we're heading into the middle levels."

"No problem. Been waiting for you to say that. Anything special we need to prepare?"Fron nodded.

"The monsters in the middle levels have ranged magical attacks, so we'll need 'Spirit Cloth'."

"Tch, that's kind of a pain. That stuff ain't cheap."

Fron agreed with a nod.

Spirit Cloth—equipment woven by great spirits imbued with their own magic. In simple terms, they're special gear blessed by spirits.

Like beast-men, spirits are categorized by attribute or region.

There are fire spirits, wind spirits, water spirits, earth spirits, and so on.

Spirit Cloth is woven by spirits of various elements and displays different attributes depending on its type.

For example, 'Fire Spirit Cloth' made by fire spirits grants fire resistance—great for cold resistance too.

Water spirit-made cloth or robes, on the other hand, offer water resistance and heat resistance.

—Spirits, also known as "gods' avatars."

Long ago, before the gods descended, spirits served as their envoys to help mankind.

Of course, compared to regular gear, spirit-blessed equipment isn't universal—it's highly specialized. But in that specific area, nothing surpasses it.

In other words, when it comes to specialization, its performance surpasses even the finest masterwork.

Fron didn't lack money now, but that didn't mean he could spend recklessly.

Especially on weapons, gear, and supplies for adventurers—after all, he knew that Ais' exclusive weapon, the "Desperate", cost 98 million Valis.