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

"What's that mean?"

"Just treat it like a charge, "

"You bastard, again with this!"

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A single rocky road extending deep, a straight path with no bends reaching into the darkness, with no end in sight.

In the corners of the walls, countless vertical shafts and cavities lie hidden, secretly baring their fangs, waiting for the right moment.

Under the faint phosphorescent glow, two figures dashed quickly in single file with a few meters between them along the straight rocky road, it was Fron and Welf.

The red-haired blacksmith youth panted slightly with a broad-bladed sword on his back, while in contrast, the blond youth with a large pack on his back was breath steadily, showing no sign of strain from running.

"You bastard, even if you leveled up your endurance, this is way too much!"

"Aren't you supposed to be happier that I got stronger?"

"You're a monster!"

"Pfft––"

Fron swiftly drew his short sword from his waist, and with a flash of white light, sliced the oncoming Almiraj in two.

"This monster spawn rate is a completely different world from the 'upper floors'!"

They had only run for less than 10 minutes, yet the two had already encountered three groups of monsters.

Each wave numbered 5 to 7 Almiraj's that attacked in groups!

They used stone axes made from a "natural armory," cunningly surrounding the adventurers, and there were always one or two lying in wait to launch high-threat attacks with thrown axes.

"Even with your stats, you're more than enough to handle the Almiraj's. I'll keep watch on the monsters behind, so focus on the fight!"

"Ah, didn't know you were actually pretty reliable!"

Welf came to a stop and again intercepted the monster's stone-like strike.

Using his high strength attribute as a blacksmith, he swept aside the enemy's attack with a single blow, then, seizing the moment, sidestepped another monster's assault and slashed horizontally.

"Pfft", the monster was cleaved in one strike.

At that moment, the intelligent enemy exploited Welf's brief moment of stiffness!

"Crack!"

The thrown axe tore through the air with force, aiming fast and true.

[Meet your end! (Ragnarok)]

[Fireburst!]

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The rapid fireball turned into a droplet shape, distorting the air as it carried the thrown axe with it, instantly reducing the remaining three monsters to blackened charcoal.

The deep black flames cleansed the passageway, and the monsters that tried to follow behind let out final wails.

The powerful magical shockwave engulfed the narrow path, and the explosion's fiery sea swept up a fierce hot wind, causing the surrounding gray rocks to begin to melt.

"Crackle, zap!"

The rocky floor sparked with flickering flame and lightning, as if testifying to the earlier baptism.

"Huff, finally a chance to catch my breath."

After killing two waves of enemies in one go, they had gained a bit of time.

"Welf, use a 'recovery potion' to restore stamina. Don't wait until your endurance drops to the point your body reacts, it'll be too late by then!"

"Ah, I know!"

"Recovery potions," 1,000 valis each. Basically essential for dungeon exploration.

Everyone brings a few when they head out.

This time, to explore the "middle floors," Fron had prepared 20, plus Welf's share, enough for the two of them to handle high-intensity combat all day.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

"…Hey hey hey, again?!"

Fron raised an eyebrow and sighed:

"Maybe this is just the middle floors. Let's go!"

"Yeah!"

[Meet your end! (Ragnarok)]

Black-red flame and lightning coiled around his body, and with narrowed eyes, Fron stomped the ground and charged straight in.

Boosted by powerful destructive magic, Fron's overall stats were greatly enhanced, even in the "middle floors," he moved with ease.

Short Sword No. 3 was gripped in his hand, with magic extending along it, wrapped in light of the same hue.

"Slash, slash, slash, slash, slash, slash ––"

Terrifying agility turned into blinding speed, and Fron danced among the monsters like a blur, his swift blade forming a mosaic of slaughter , there was a unique beauty in it.

The monsters couldn't even touch him, couldn't even graze his clothes , let alone harm him.

Slaughter, one-sided slaughter, no matter how many came, no matter what vile ambush they planned, Fron crushed them all with overwhelming stats and increasingly refined combat skill.

Wave 1!

Wave 2!

Wave 3!

10, 20, 30 monsters…

Until the last monster was split cleanly in two from top to bottom by Short Sword No. 3, the passage once again fell silent.

In the narrow corridor, under the glow of phosphorescence, the scattered magic stones on the ground shimmered with a mysterious light, interspersed among the many monster corpses, an awe-inspiring sight.

"I, I have to say, you're crazy strong!"

Welf had long been stunned by Fron's explosive performance.

With his current dynamic vision, he couldn't even make out Fron's figure when going all out.

The only thing he could see was the blur of black light constantly flashing.

"You're insanely strong, seriously. Killing dozens of monsters alone? I wouldn't even dare imagine it!"

Putting away the short sword, Fron let out a heavy breath. He was already feeling a dull ache throughout his body , his muscles seemed to be crying out.

The overwhelming destructive magic came with excessive side effects, one of the reasons Fron avoided using it unless necessary.

The massive, cross-tier boost caused unbearable strain, his body groaned with every step and swing, and on top of that, the "Destruction" attribute damaged his equipment,

"Gulp, gulp."

After downing two recovery potions, Fron finally exhaled heavily.

"Didn't you notice my condition was already deteriorating? You think I can spam that kind of burst like normal attacks?"

Welf was taken aback, then nodded with a hint of realization.

Yeah, powerful strength always comes at a cost.

"Help out too, collect the magic stones and drop items. This is a huge sum of money."

"..."

The mighty image of a strongman crumbled. This guy, he just can't change his nature!

Maybe it was because of their unexpectedly strong performance, but the rest of the journey only had a few stray monsters showing up with easy loot, nothing like the overwhelming assault before.

Until the two arrived at a massive chamber.

It was a huge chamber, with sharp rocks hanging upside down from the domed ceiling, giving the unnerving sense that any shockwave from battle might bring them crashing down, the sharpness made their hair stand on end.

The spacious battlefield was much wider than the narrow corridors, allowing adventurers to fully unleash their combat abilities.

Such a vast space, even Fron could see it, was a room large enough for multiple adventurer parties to fight in.

Perhaps the odds of this place being occupied were high.

"Huff, compared to before, this is so much more manageable..."

Fron nodded too, pulling out a water flask from the pack on his back and taking a big gulp.

"Now we can fight freely. The shafts restricted us too much."

With only two people, both specializing in melee combat, if one of them fell into a shaft by mistake… even if Fron could brute-force his way to the 18th floor, Welf might not make it.

Most importantly, this dungeon run could cost them money.

Fighting all day and still ending up in the red, that's the kind of fuzzy math he absolutely refused to accept.

That's just the kind of pure adventurer he is.

"Creak, creak, creak, creak…"

The gray stone walls in the wide chamber cracked open.

Monsters were born from within, opening their blood-red eyes.

The two, already on alert, stood back to back and readied themselves for the incoming threat.

"Dozens of Almiraj's, and-"