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

"That's great! Do you have any in stock? I need 10."

"Hiss, "

Naaza sucked in a sharp breath, thinking: This is a big spender…

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"Fron, please come again next time!"

"Alright, then I'll be taking my leave."

Fron happily left the [Blue Apothecary].

The adventurer commission earned him 257,500 vali; after spending 200,000 vali on 10 "dual-attribute recovery potions," he netted 57,500 vali.

Though these elixirs were expensive, a simple calculation showed their worth.

The total cost of a physical recovery potion and an advanced mental recovery potion was 21,000 vali, and each use saved about 1,000 vali.

With Fron's grind-heavy dungeon crawling, his stamina and mental power were almost always drained, and using just basic recovery potions allowed him to save a lot of money.

As for that large amount of savings, Fron was planning to buy materials to craft a weapon for himself.

First-tier adventurer equipment? His ambition went far beyond that. With the precedent of the two-hundred-million-valued Black Blade, of course his sights were set higher.

"The Twilight Manor."

A massive courtyard seemed to surround the central tower, forming a circular ring that radiated a brilliant glow.

Several towers stood beside the main mansion, likely referencing some divine myth; the architecture didn't let in much light.

The garden, beautifully maintained by the members, was lush and vibrant with green; a peaceful artisan had also added a small fountain and a magic stone lamp post.

Passing through the main gate, Fron stepped across the lawn and made his way toward the courtyard.

"Mr. Fron is back!"

The members working in the courtyard all greeted him enthusiastically.

It was awkward at first, but Fron eventually gave up trying to stop it.

"Ah, everyone's hard at work!"

"Yes, since Mr. Fron and the leaders work so hard, it wouldn't do for us to slack off!"

"Then keep it up!"

"Yes, Mr. Fron, I'll make sure to impress you!"

"...What's with this shounen manga protagonist vibe?"

He entered the mansion, slowly climbed the stairs, crossed the overhead corridor, and headed to his room.

"Fron? Just came back from the dungeon?"

He happened to run into the Amazon girl Tiona wandering the hallway, she seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Tiona, I haven't seen you guys lately. When did you get back?"

"Hehe, this afternoon. Oh right! The [Suppression Bracers] you invented are super effective! My stats are visibly increasing every day, so satisfying!"

Saying that, Tiona suddenly latched onto Fron's arm.

"Hey hey hey! Hands off! My frail frame can't take your amazoness-tier strength!"

"Eh? You're injured?"

Tiona seemed to notice something and looked up curiously.

At that moment, Ais and Lefiya came out of another room, Ais wasn't in her usual light armor, but casual clothes.

A white-and-blue trimmed fencing-style tight dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, paired with blue boots for a unique charm.

Her dazzling golden hair fell over her smooth back, probably still damp from a recent bath. The lighting reduced her silhouette's intensity.

Fron quickly pulled his drifting thoughts back, and winced as he felt the soreness all over his body.

"Ahem, just a minor injury. It's mainly the side effect of my magic."

"...Your magic has side effects? It's not like that dumb wolf Bete's, is it?"

Not just Tiona, Ais and Lefiya also leaned in curiously.

"I thought Fron's magic was an enchantment-type like Ais'?"

"Ah, well, let's just say... my magic isn't the easiest to handle."

"No wonder, enchantment magic drastically boosts stats, so it's normal for the body to suffer during prolonged battles."

"Yeah, I get sore all over too."

Ais nodded, her serious gaze fixed on Fron's face as if trying to see through him.

"Yeah, with my Level 2 body trying to push through Level 3-level strain, it's no surprise I suffer side effects."

"Make sure to be careful during battle."

"Thanks. What about you guys? Heading out?"

"Yup! We caused quite a ruckus in the dungeon the last few days, so we're going to gear up. Oh right, Fron, you're a blacksmith too, right? Can you help us with our gear?"

"...Uh, that's a bit much. I'm just a mere 'Smith H', not nearly skilled enough to handle first-tier adventurer equipment. Totally out of my league."

Fron was very self-aware, it wasn't something he could just casually take on.

"Alright then, but don't feel bad! Look at Tsubaki, it took her years to reach that level. No need to rush, just keep at it!"

As expected of Tiona the angel.

"Okay, you guys go ahead. Don't worry about me."

"Then we're off!"

"See ya!"

After sending them off, Fron looked at his room and felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Even though he'd only spent one day in the dungeon.

"Come to think of it, I should tidy this place up a bit."

His room was still just like it was on the first day he moved in.

A bed, a desk, a chair, a magic stone lamp, and an empty cabinet,

"Right, I also need to make a magic workshop. I'll dig out a basement beneath the base."

Lying on the bed, lost in thought, Fron soon drifted off to sleep.

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When he opened his eyes again, Orario was already shrouded in darkness, the sky studded with faint stars, and the moon hidden behind clouds.

A glance at the wall clock showed it was already 10 p.m.

"Did I sleep for four hours without realizing it?."

He took off his gear, grabbed clean clothes, and went for a bath.

A good soak washed away his exhaustion, and his whole body felt refreshed.

"This is how life should be."

Playing with a rubber duck on the surface of the water, Fron closed his eyes and tried to meditate.

It was long past everyone's usual schedule, and he had the entire large bath to himself, luxury seating.

"Tomorrow, I'll first go to the Goibniu Familia and ask them to help build an underground magic workshop. Then I'll find time to forge the drop items, and check how the equipment I commissioned for sale is doing."

"And at night, maybe go for a drink."

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"Mm~~~"

Fron stretched lazily, a refreshed look on his face. The cracking of joints echoed, and the soreness in his body faded away.

"I'm supposed to be a backline mage, so why did I awaken an enchantment-type magic?"

Just thinking about it ruined his good morning mood.

Especially with the side effects. So annoying.

"Short Sword No. 3 has served its purpose, it's time to forge a new one."

To craft a weapon with the "Indestructible" attribute as soon as possible, Fron decided to go out and work toward that goal.

After a proper wash-up, he opened the door and left his room.

"Good morning, Fron."

"Feels like ages even though it's only been days, Raul."

"...You always spout such strange phrases, but they're strangely catchy."

"Maybe that's just talent."

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, let's go together."