“Name?”
“Jeanne D’Arc.”
“Gender?”
“Female.”
“Level?”
“Lv.1.”
“Age?”
“19.”
Rose looked up, her eyebrows slightly raised:
“Starting at 19?
A bit late.
But…” She glanced at Fati beside her, “Still better than some guy who started even later.”
“Familia affiliation?”
Jeanne D’Arc instinctively looked at Fati, and seeing him give a wink, she pursed her lips:
“Demeter Familia.”
“Place of birth?”
Fati timely pointed his finger at the blank space on the form, “No need to fill in the rest, right?
It’s not mandatory to fill it all out, is it?”
Rose stamped the form expressionlessly, put away the parchment, and handed the identification tag and Familia emblem to Jeanne D’Arc.
“Keep them safe, it’s a hassle to replace them if you lose them.”
“Thank you.” Jeanne D’Arc solemnly tucked them away close to her body.
At this moment, Rose suddenly flashed a meaningful smile and whispered to Jeanne D’Arc, “Miss dArc, you are so beautiful, you should be careful about certain people…
Don’t let him get his way so easily.”
Fati listened from the side, his mouth twitching, his face darkening, and he grabbed Jeanne D’Arc’s wrist and walked out.
“Miss dArc, protect yourself!” Rose’s voice chased after them.
Fati stumbled, and amidst the teasing gazes of the busybodies around, he almost ran out of the Guild hall in embarrassment.
However, just as he stepped over the threshold, Fati turned his head abruptly, his gaze locking precisely onto Rose behind the counter.
The wolf-girl narrowed her eyes dangerously, clearly reading Fati’s silent lip-reading:
‘Your white stockings are really nice!’
After saying that, he dragged Jeanne D’Arc and quickly ran away.
“Crack!”
The water cup shattered in Rose’s hand!
Veins popped on her forehead, her expression twisted, and she squeezed a roar through her teeth:
“Fati—you bastard!!!!!!!!!!!”
Adventurer Street.
Only when they reached the sparsely populated street did Jeanne D’Arc stop.
She looked at Fati playfully, the corners of her lips curling into a teasing arc, “Hey, how long do you intend to hold my hand?”
Fati remained calm and composed, “What’s wrong with holding my family member’s hand?”
“…” Jeanne D’Arc choked, not expecting this guy to be so thick-skinned.
Especially under the curious gazes of passersby, she felt her cheeks burn slightly, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away from Fati’s, “There are so many people watching outside…
You should restrain yourself!”
Fati chuckled, “Understood, so it’s fine at home, right?”
“Fati!!”
“Blehh!”
Jeanne D’Arc was blushing, hurriedly lowering her head to hide it.
The two played around and soon arrived at the huge plaza under the famous [Chalk Great Tower · Tower of Babel], where they paused by the familiar water feature sculpture fountain.
Jeanne D’Arc looked up at this iconic building of Orario and sighed with genuine admiration, “This is the Tower of Babel…
Is the Dungeon directly beneath it?”
Fati nodded, “Yes, according to what I learned from the ‘Historical Biographies’, Orario was originally built as a fortress to guard the Dungeon [Great Hollow], and the role of the Tower of Babel is the ‘lid’ that seals the monsters from pouring out.”
“A place where monsters are born infinitely…” Jeanne D’Arc whispered, “Unbelievable.”
“Let’s go,” Fati smiled, “You will be able to experience its ‘magic’ personally very soon.”
After half a month, the recovered Fati returned once again to the Dungeon, his daily adventure spot.
Unlike before, he was no longer a lone wolf, but had a partner fighting side-by-side with him.
Following the slowly spiraling downward stairs to the plaza on the first floor, Jeanne D’Arc looked around with a scrutinizing gaze.
“This is the Adventurer Plaza, a safe zone.
Only by passing through those passages,” he pointed to several deep entrances, “do you truly enter the Dungeon.”
Just as he finished speaking, he keenly noticed that since stepping into the Dungeon, Jeanne D’Arc’s temperament had become completely different.
Her posture appeared relaxed, but in reality, her muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to spring, to cope with any sudden situation.
Her standing position also subtly adjusted, faintly shielding Fati on her flank.
“Fati,” Jeanne D’Arc leaned close to his ear, her voice extremely low, whispering her feelings, “I perceive a kind of…
pervasive, hidden malice.
That feeling…
it doesn’t seem to be directed at me, but rather like some invisible hostility permeating the air…”
Hearing this, Fati raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, “Revelation of Heaven?
Your feeling is correct.
The Dungeon is ‘alive’, and it holds absolute malice towards every individual who invades it.
What you are feeling is, without a doubt, this.”
Jeanne D’Arc’s face was calm, but her heart was surging, “Alive, so that’s why the Dungeon is so dangerous…”
Such a massive labyrinth, once it possesses consciousness, it’s really hard to imagine what it would become.
“Then, what exactly is the Dungeon?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” The man shrugged, spread his hands, and shook his head.
Regarding this question, Fati didn’t know how to answer either, because this answer was meaningless to him.
To him, exploring its essence was far less practical than using it to become stronger.
First floor of the Dungeon.
“Wajijijiji—”
Two monsters were born from the cracks in the wall right under the eyes of the male and female duo.
As soon as they landed, they glared with scarlet eyes, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they lunged towards them.
“The usual suspects,” Fati stepped aside, “Jeanne D’Arc, want to try your hand?”
Facing the ugly Goblin, Jeanne D’Arc frowned.
An indescribable sense of disgust, originating from the depths of her soul, surged forth, making her body and mind instinctively resist.
Her silver gauntlets instantly tightened around the handle of the Banner Spear, she bent her knees and took a step, the tip of the spear flashing with a clear, sharp edge.
“Zheng zheng—”
Before the monsters could get close, the Banner Spear, with its flag wrapped around, transformed into a killing weapon in Jeanne D’Arc’s hands, “Pu pu,” two soundless, ripple-free penetrations through the monsters’ heads.
Jeanne D’Arc flicked her wrist expressionlessly, shaking off the filthy slime clinging to the spear tip, and the sense of disgust lingering in her heart finally subsided slightly.
“…”
Fati stood in the back, dumbfounded, opening his mouth, but found he didn’t know what to say.
He just felt that Jeanne D’Arc’s state in that moment…
was somewhat unusual.
He deliberated for a moment, then asked curiously, “Jeanne D’Arc…
you seem…
to particularly loathe Goblins?
This should be…
your first time seeing them, right?”
Hearing Fati’s prompt, Jeanne D’Arc finally realized it in hindsight.
She frowned and thought, “Hmm…
an instinctive disgust.
And just now, my back suddenly felt hot; the Revelation of Heaven was strongly warning me that I must eliminate them immediately and cleanly.”
“…” Fati’s mouth twitched.
Is this damn Revelation of Heaven even a proper Skill anymore?
It’s just a Goblin, although Goblins are indeed evil.
Especially for Jeanne D’Arc, who possessed traits like [Holy Maiden] and [Knight], they were practically natural targets for her special damage bonuses.
No wonder Jeanne’s reaction was so intense…
The two continued forward, encountering several more waves of monsters along the way.
But Fati soon realized with a sigh of helplessness that the battles on the first few levels provided no training effect for Jeanne at all.
Basically, they were insta-killed as soon as they showed their heads.
“Ahem,” Fati cleared his throat.
“It seems the first few levels don’t hold much significance for you in terms of practical combat Experience, other than getting to know the monster types, traits, and their battle patterns.
Let’s go straight deeper; we can just observe the monsters we meet along the way.”
As everyone knows, environment is very important.
Compared to Fati, an ordinary person who transmigrated from a peaceful world to another world and knew nothing about fighting, Jeanne D’Arc had fought with real swords and spears on battlefields of blood and fire.
Therefore, upon first arriving in the Dungeon, Fati needed to learn to fight from scratch, slowly increasing the intensity to let himself adapt, but this process was a bit redundant for Jeanne.
What she lacked was only the knowledge and Experience related to monsters and the Dungeon.
Once she accumulated that, she would naturally adapt her past techniques, Experience, and strategies into an anti-monster combat mode during battle, resulting in a one-sided slaughter.
Level 2.
Level 3.
Until Level 6.
Only then did the two slow down their pace.
Along the way, Jeanne relied on her superb combat skills and rich Experience to mow through monsters like cutting grass.
Combined with her imba skill set, no monster was her match for even a single round.
The Banner Spear in her hand was wielded with ease, showing an indescribable beauty amidst its fierce power.
Her vigorous posture and spear techniques were perfectly integrated, leaving Fati almost unable to look away.
Inside a certain Cave Room, Fati had just finished picking up magic stones and drops when he pulled out a water skin and handed it to the girl.
“Have some water?”
Jeanne shook her head and pushed the water skin back to Fati, her breathing as steady as ever.
“No need, this level of combat is nothing; it doesn’t even count as a warm-up.”
“…” Looking at her forehead, which didn’t have a single trace of sweat, Fati silently took a few large gulps of water.
Recalling his own pathetic state when he was struggling to survive alone on Level 6, and then looking at the person in front of him…
“As expected…” he sighed softly, “the gap between people is sometimes larger than the gap between humans and dogs.”
“Hmm?
What did you say?”
“Nothing…”
Just as Fati was shaking his head in lament, several lines of pale gold notification text silently surfaced in his vision:
[Jeanne D’Arc killed a Goblin, Experience +1]
[Jeanne D’Arc killed a Kobold, Experience +1]
“Huh—WHAA!?”
[Jeanne D’Arc killed a Gecko Lizard, Experience +1]
“Pfft—!!”
The sudden notification caused Fati to choke on his water!
His eyes widened in disbelief, and his brain momentarily went blank.
He never expected this!
When Jeanne killed monsters, he could also gain Experience.
“Holy crap!”
A massive surge of joy instantly overwhelmed him, and his heart pounded wildly with excitement!
He hadn’t expected the problem that had troubled him for so long to be solved so easily!
When in a party, he could gain Experience from targets defeated by other members of his Familia.
This meant…
even if the Familia grew in the future, there was no need to worry about slowing down his growth rate due to’stealing kills’!
It would even greatly increase the speed of gaining experience points!
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”