Since he had nothing to do, Asta remembered his two currently blank Magic Guidance spells and decided to use the time to research them.
These two spells required Asta to brainstorm how to develop them himself.
If Asta were compared to a game character, then he was now equivalent to having a certain GM authority, able to design skills for himself.
However, there was one particularly important aspect: the rationality corresponding to one’s strength.
That is to say, the stronger Asta was, the stronger the Star Magic or Rock Magic he could use.
With his current LV1 strength, releasing shockwaves and throwing powerful stone bullets was pretty much all he could do.
Anything stronger was unrealistic.
For high-level operations like a planetary devastation, Asta was willing but unable.
However, he had pretty much considered the development directions for these two types of magic.
Star Magic would definitely develop towards astrology, and a certain Human Light from Type-Moon’s astrology, which covered the entire Milky Way, was still fresh in Asta’s memory.
Rock Magic, without hesitation, directly copied the Rock God template.
After all, how did that saying go?
Rock Gods Weight—In this Dungeon, filled with monsters, only the Rock Gods Weight can make me feel at ease!
With a burst of excitement, he began to tinker with his two spells, and before he knew it, morning arrived.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window into the room, a slightly dazzling sensation silently telling Asta that it was already daytime.
Squinting and shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand, Asta noticed the situation and began to get up and wash.
Yesterday, when he was talking with Loki and the three executives, he had agreed that someone would take him to familiarize himself with the Dungeon and register as an Adventurer today, so he should not get up too late.
He had to admit, the person who took care of him last night was truly considerate.
Even changes of clothes were prepared; Asta almost wanted to hug the other party.
Although he didn’t know how his size was exposed…
After tidying himself up, he left the room and groped his way to the second-floor dining hall, where his last memory was from last night.
After getting breakfast from the kitchen staff, Asta silently found an unoccupied corner and sat down alone, preparing to enjoy his meal quietly.
During the process, he couldn’t help but squint at those people who had arrived at the dining hall early in the morning, holding wine glasses and trying to stir up trouble, unable to understand their habit of drinking in the morning.
Loki had a policy for meals: “Everyone eats together.” Breakfast and dinner would wait until all members not on patrol had arrived before eating, causing the dining hall to always be packed.
Even moving between chairs required some effort.
As soon as Asta sat down, someone noticed him.
“Yo!
Newbie, good morning!”
“Good morning.”
The one who came over with breakfast to greet him was Raul Nord, a Familia elite member personally recognized by Captain Finn.
At LV4, he shouldn’t have specifically come to check on Asta so early.
Then, the other party sat down beside Asta and explained the reason.
“Yesterday, the Captain instructed me to take you to the Guild to register as an Adventurer today, and also to help you familiarize yourself with the Dungeon.
I’ve just finished my expedition preparations, so I’m free today.”
“I see, thank you.”
“No need to thank me, we’re all companions in the same Familia.
Since the Captain thinks highly of you, I also think highly of you!
Keep up the good work, newbie!”
Raul smiled, biting into his bread, and encouraged Asta.
This action, combined with his spiky hair, made him inexplicably comical.
Communicating during breakfast, Asta and Raul quickly became familiar with each other.
Many times, the establishment of male friendships is such a simple process: sharing a meal, playing a couple of games, discussing some unspoken topics, and then they can be arm-in-arm, calling each other brothers.
And since they were companions in the same Familia, there would be no awkward situation of being mere acquaintances.
After breakfast, Raul led Asta through the Familia’s compound.
“Asta, you don’t have any good Adventurer equipment yet, do you?
Before we head to the Guild and enter the Dungeon, let’s go to the Familia warehouse first to get you some handy beginner gear.”
“Excellent equipment is very important for an Adventurer, no matter the period.”
On the way, Raul said with a smile as he chatted with Asta.
Soon, led by Raul, the two arrived at the warehouse.
Slowly pushing open the warehouse door and stepping inside, Asta’s eyes were met with various weapons and equipment.
Large exploration-type factions like the Loki Familia had a terrifying consumption of weapons and equipment, spending a large sum of money on gear every month, with countless pieces of equipment being replaced and retired.
However, some high-quality, well-crafted armaments that would be a pity to discard or sell were stored away.
They were kept as reserves in the warehouse.
Whether for training or for use by less powerful Familia members, they gradually accumulated.
There were also dedicated logistics personnel who regularly maintained these weapons and equipment to prevent them from becoming unusable after being stored for too long.
The warehouse currently before Asta was specifically used to store such weapons and equipment.
“First, tell me what weapon you’re used to, Asta, and I’ll help you find it.”
“A long spear,” Asta replied when asked.
“I’ve been practicing with this weapon since I was a child.”
His grandfather was an experienced hunter, and many of Asta’s skills were learned from this old man.
Perhaps adhering to the principle of “a long inch is a strong inch” in the wild, the old man’s most proficient weapon was the long spear.
Both Asta’s father and he himself learned exquisite spear techniques from the old man.
Therefore, Asta’s family had three generations of spearmen.
It was just that, perhaps due to talent, the youngest, Asta, was actually the most skilled of the three generations.
The student surpasses the master, as the saying goes.
“A long spear?
The same weapon choice as the Captain, that’s cool.
Every time I see the Captain wield his long spear in battle, he looks incredibly handsome, but unfortunately, I can’t learn it~”
Sighing, Raul skillfully wandered around the warehouse.
Before long, Asta emerged from the warehouse, dressed in fine light armor and carrying a silver-gray long spear.
The long spear was two meters long, crafted from special materials, and felt slightly light in his hand.
The silver-gray spearhead gleamed with cold light, its central ridge prominent, displaying its sharpness without reservation.
According to Raul, this seemed to be a backup weapon that Finn had commissioned someone to forge, but it had never been used.
Because not long after this weapon was forged, Finn obtained his First-Class Adventurer equipment, which was the Dominance Spear he currently used.
This caused the long spear to be left in the warehouse to gather dust~
Now, Asta was using it to get through the early stages.
After putting the silver-gray long spear into its specialized scabbard and slinging it over his back, Asta and Raul, who was carrying a supporter’s backpack, left the warehouse.
Passing through the courtyard paved with red bricks, under the watchful eyes of the gate guards, the two left Twilight Manor and headed towards Northwest Avenue.
On the bustling avenue, packed with various races, Asta and Raul weaved through the crowd.
The early morning was the time when most Adventurers prepared to begin their day of Adventure.
If one had to describe it, it was like rush hour, with the Dungeon as their workplace, countless Adventurers heading to the Dungeon to clock in.
Dwarves, Goblins, Orcs, Pallums, Elves…
Some looked like ordinary citizens, while others were fully armed with dangerous equipment.
Supporters carrying huge backpacks, moving through the streets and alleys, were also very conspicuous.
Asta once again arrived at the Guild Headquarters, which managed the Dungeon.
In the morning, there were quite a lot of Adventurers gathered at the Guild Hall’s front desk, with almost every Guild service window occupied by a Guild staff member.
After a quick glance around, Asta spotted the familiar figure, and after greeting Raul, he joined a queue in front of a service window.
Soon, Asta arrived at the service window.
“Next, how may I help you?”
Eina Tulle, holding a small booklet and rapidly recording her work, with a professional smile on her face, almost reflexively spoke out.
“Could you please help me register as an Adventurer, Miss Eina?”
Hearing this, Eina paused for a moment, then met Asta’s gaze.
“Mr.
Asta!
You’ve already successfully joined the Loki Familia, congratulations~”
Seeing Asta again, Eina looked at his current state and clearly saw that he had successfully joined a Familia.
Perhaps there was a factor of her own personal involvement, which made Eina somewhat happy about it.
“It’s also thanks to Miss Eina’s help that it went so smoothly…”
“That’s not how you should put it; after all, I did receive payment~”
Should this be called doing business for money?
The two conversed briefly, then quickly began processing the successful Adventurer’s paperwork.
“By the way, Mister Asta, do you need a Dungeon Strategy Consultant (Strategy Consultant)?”
During the process, Eina suddenly asked.
There were many instances of Adventurers dying in the Dungeon because they hadn’t done their intelligence work beforehand.
So, a long time ago, the Guild established a rule to assign an Adventurer consultant to newcomers who had just become Adventurers.
However, this also depended on the situation.
If it was someone like Asta, who had the backing of a powerful Familia, then an Adventurer consultant wasn’t necessary.
Her question was merely a formality.
Ultimately, whether a consultant was needed was up to the Adventurer themselves.
“Strategy Consultant?” The sudden question made Asta pause, then he reacted, smiling as he replied, “I think I’ll pass.”
Seeing this, Eina didn’t say much more, simply nodded slightly and continued to process Asta’s paperwork.
A few minutes passed, and Asta successfully registered as a new Adventurer at the Guild.
After politely bidding Eina farewell, he, carrying an Adventurer’s handbook, found Raul, who was waiting nearby.
“Sorry to keep you waiting~”
Raul shook his head: “It was only a moment, it’s nothing.
Is the Adventurer registration complete?”
“Yes, now I’m a fledgling new Adventurer~”
“Fledgling?”
“It means newcomer.
Don’t mind the vocabulary from my hometown.”
“Oh~”
After registering as an Adventurer, Asta and Raul walked directly towards the entrance of the Dungeon.
At the end of the long street, in the center of the city, a skyscraper facility pointed straight towards the clear morning sky; the Dungeon was located underground there.
……
The location was the first floor of the Dungeon.
Walls and ceilings dyed light blue occupied the entire field of vision.
The boundless natural labyrinth, where the sky was invisible, extended endlessly in all directions.
Forked paths, crossroads, gentle slopes—this was an underground space with uneven paths formed at regular intervals.
Walking through it, Asta had already taken his silver-gray spear from its sheath and held it inverted in his hand, entering a state of readiness for battle.
Raul, on the other hand, walked beside him with a calm expression, his blade unsheathed, both hands gripping the straps of the backpack behind him.
He was speaking to Asta, explaining a series of precautions.
Such as the types of monsters that would appear on the upper levels, their weaknesses, the paths between floors, and so on.
Within the narrow labyrinthine vision, the ceiling above emitted faint phosphorescence, as if equipped with lights, subtly illuminating the surroundings.
The atmosphere was very oppressive; it was the silence unique to places where no living creatures were active.
Or rather, temporarily not active.
“Crack—!”
Asta didn’t have to wait long; the wall in front of him suddenly cracked open with a sound.
Dark red energy surged from within, materializing into a physical form, and like a chick breaking through an eggshell, a monster crawled out from the labyrinth’s wall…
“Gaw!”
“Ah!”
“Gulu!”
Three small, ugly, dark green-skinned dwarves with long pointed ears and red eyes celebrated their birth with roars.
For some unknown reason, the newly born Goblins came with wooden weapons in their hands.
They were solid wooden clubs almost as large as their heads; striking a person with one would likely inflict severe injury with just a single blow.
The next moment, the Goblins, noticing the two humans nearby, their scarlet eyes gleaming with ferocity, brandished the wooden clubs in their hands and snarled as they lunged towards Asta and Raul.
Seeing this, Raul couldn’t help but turn his head to observe Asta’s condition; he wasn’t sure if Asta had any experience fighting monsters.
He was in the process of deciding whether he needed to remind him.
However, he quickly dismissed the thought, because Asta showed no sign of panic when faced with the three attacking monsters.
Instead, he was remarkably calm and composed.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump, the chaotic footsteps of them stomping the ground rapidly approached.
Asta held his spear in his right hand, pushed off with his left foot, and lunged forward, directly confronting the three monsters.
In an instant, he spun the spear, and as the cold light of the spear tip flashed, it was already before the foremost Goblin.
—Stab!
In a single exchange, the silver-gray spear tip directly plunged into the monster’s vital throat.
It didn’t even have a chance to let out a groan before it was killed instantly!
The other two Goblins, seeing their companion so cleanly and swiftly killed, couldn’t help but pause their charge for a moment.
In that brief moment, Asta quickly retracted the spearhead, moving with the speed of a spring that had been stretched to its limit and then recoiled.
He twisted his waist to turn the spearhead, used the butt of the spear to strike one Goblin flying, then twisted his wrist and turned—
Horizontal Sweep!
The long spear cut an arc, easily tearing open the body of another Goblin.
With a sound like tearing cloth, this Goblin was directly split in two.
Accompanying the eruption of two black smoke clouds, two small fragments emitting blue-purple light dropped to the ground.
Asta didn’t rush to pick up these fragments; instead, he continued forward to deliver the final blow to the Goblin that had been struck flying.
In less than half a minute, the three Goblins, from their appearance, had turned into three piles of black ash on the ground.
It was then that Asta began to pick up the magic stone fragments they had dropped.