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

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-" 

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The monster's bumpy skin was entirely jet black, and its eyes emitted a blazing crimson light, giving it a terrifying appearance.

It looked like a dog, but its physique was a bit excessively robust, there was no word to describe it.That was a "Hellhound."

The six Hellhounds had ferocious faces unlike wolves. As soon as they landed, they bared their fangs and growled lowly at Fron and Welf.

"Pikii!"

The Almiraj troops gripped their stone axes and slowly surrounded the two giants.

The Hellhounds, positioned at the rear of the battle line, continued to emit crimson flames from their mouths as they growled.

"This looks kind of bad. What should we do?"

"What else? We just have to fight!"

Welf squinted upward, watching those quadrupeds standing in the back.

"What about the Hellhounds? At this distance, they shouldn't be too dangerous, right?"

Fron twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Kid, I suggest you don't underestimate their attack range. People who thought like you have grass growing tall on their graves in the First Graveyard."

"Don't say that, it's creepy."

"Keep the 'healing potions' ready at all times!"

"Got it!"

With those words, Fron swept open his cloak, drew [Short Sword No. 3] from his lower back, held a staff in his left hand, and the sword in his right. He lowered his stance, ready for battle.

"Here I come, monsters."

"[Face your end! (Ragnarok)]"

"..."

The sound of an air explosion echoed through the wide cavern, and black and red energy surged beneath his feet.

Fron's blond hair lifted in the wind, and his golden eyes gleamed with intense fighting spirit.

"[Surtur]!"

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"Pupupupupupu!"

A straight black beam stretched out for more than ten meters. By the time the shadow of Fron's intention fell again, he had already split the cavern into three segments.

Such a visual effect was absolutely impossible on the 13th floor, it was the exclusive realm of top-tier adventurers.

However, with overwhelming agility and strength, Fron who had undergone a breakthrough, and the full attribute boost from [Surtur], he forcibly created a spectacle that only first-class adventurers could pull off.

"This is freaking ridiculous, "

Welf unconsciously cursed again, completely dumbfounded.

"Get to work, medic!"

"You don't need to tell me!"

Shouting "Aaaaah!", the red-haired youth was also ignited by Fron's combat.

"Ding ding ding!"

The clash of weapons, the roars of monsters, and the shouts of the two wove together an epic scene.

As they fought and burned, the wide cavern gradually filled with monster corpses.

Focused entirely on the battle, with only enemies in his eyes, Fron entered a state of clarity.

Unknowingly, his fighting style began to lose its roughness and became refined.

Clean and efficient, no wasted motion, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, he started adjusting each move from the inside out, making his fighting style almost pleasing to watch.

Despite being a mage, under such pressure, his combat technique broke through.

A flash of lightning crossed his mind, Fron's movements changed.

Every dodge, every slash, every leap, fluid and seamless.

Smooth and flowing, that was his current state. This raised his kill efficiency even more!

With his increased kill speed and arrogance in facing the monsters, the dungeon became enraged.

The surrounding walls of the cavern cracked again, and monsters began falling from above like a flood. One wave hadn't even been cleared before another came.

The sudden surge in monster numbers immediately increased the pressure on the two!

The overwhelming presence charging at them made their hearts pound faster.

At that moment, from the medic's position, a chilling realization suddenly struck Fron's mind.

Following that feeling, he looked over, and his face instantly changed!

"Watch out, Welf!!!!"

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Then Welf's expression also froze.

"The Hellhound's breath attack!"

A Hellhound hidden behind the monster horde opened its flaming red jaws, aiming like a cannon muzzle at the two.

The compressed fire twisted hideously, then launched into the air in one breath, expanding rapidly in Fron and Welf's eyes with scorching heat!

With a "bang", Welf knocked aside an enemy and raised his arm to aim, but cold sweat was already streaming down his forehead.

"Too late!"

A cold glint flashed in Fron's eyes. His right hand swung a white light downward, then he stepped back to create distance from the enemy line, using the gap to chant his next spell!

"[Great Flame Burst]!"

He released a massive amount of mana in one go, compressing the destructive flame and lightning around him, and instantly fired it through his staff, intercepting the enemy's blazing explosion!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"

Black and red magic collided, bursting like a grand firework display.

The scorching heatwave expanded from the center, and the shockwave blew away both Fron and Welf, who couldn't dodge in time. Even the monster horde was thrown into disarray.

The terrifying force swept away countless monsters, their bodies burning with intertwined crimson and black flames, letting out dying roars.

"Cough cough, Welf. You okay?"

Enduring the pain in his left arm, Fron climbed up from the ground, searching for his teammate's silhouette through the rising dust.

"Puh puh, nothing serious. Just feels like all my bones are broken."

Not to mention Fron's full-power [Great Flame Burst], even the Hellhound's explosive flame was definitely at a Level 2 upper-tier damage level.

Even though both had "Spirit Protection Cloth" that greatly resisted heat damage, the shock was still real and intense.

Fron was relatively okay, despite the side effects of his magic, his injuries were under control. But Welf, only Level 1, was another story.

Sure enough, the red-haired youth lay in a corner against the wall, seemingly unable to move.

Fron took a deep breath and relaxed.

"He's alive, that's good enough."

"... This isn't the time for snide remarks."

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The monsters regrouped and surrounded them again. The pressure returned. With full-body pain, cold sweat began to drip again.

Judging the situation, there was no time to chant. That left only one option, use the "Panacea."

Fron pulled out the life-saving potion from his waist pouch and poured it directly on Welf.

"Good thing we had this, or we'd be toast."

"Still got fight in you?"

"Hah? Don't underestimate a blacksmith, I've got a sturdy body. But you, shouldn't you take care of that arm wound? Keep bleeding and it'll be serious."

Indeed, Fron wasn't just hurt by the side effects and shock, his left arm had been slashed during a moment of vulnerability while casting magic.

"No big deal. We'll clean up these monsters first, then reorganize."

"We've got to finish them all in one go."

Fron finally realized what he'd been lacking.

Aside from chanting, he didn't have a instant high-burst ability, a signature protagonist-type explosive move.

"Maybe... I should forge a few magic swords as backups?"

That thought flashed through his mind as he dove back into battle once more.