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

In the dark space, only he remained, eerie and ominous.

After a moment, footsteps echoed from the side.

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Rustle, rustle, rustle...

A scalp-tingling sound came from behind a massive load-bearing pillar, making the face beneath Fron's mask furrow into a frown.

Then, a humanoid creature, dressed almost exactly like him, gradually emerged from the darkness.

A black hooded cloak, also wearing a mask, except theirs was purple with patterns.

At the mysterious figure's appearance, Fron narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the other party.

Even if the other person wore a cloak, some things simply couldn't be hidden, like their build.

The figure looked very thin. If they were a man, they would be far too skinny; that left only the possibility of being a woman.

About 160cm tall, and a female.

"That's right, this should be it."

Fragments of memory deep in his mind, when compared to the person in front of him, gave Fron about an eighty to ninety percent certainty about their identity.

"Who are you?" Taking the initiative, since they were both wearing cloaks and masks, clearly they were both hiding their true identities, might as well strike first.

The other party seemed unsure how to start speaking, but Fron beat them to it.

"Who I am doesn't matter. How did you find this place? What do you know?"

The voice was hoarse, like sand scraping across glass, unpleasant to hear.

'Huh? What's with this "I've got you cornered" tone?'

Shouldn't my strength clearly be superior right now?

Wait... it seems the other person can instantly dispel magic and boost their power...

At that thought, thin lines of sweat broke out on Fron's forehead, his scalp tingling a little...

He'd forgotten the most important thing, damn it! He really hadn't expected to run into such a major opponent here!

"We've both hidden our identities. We're evenly matched, it's the same for both of us. Likewise, who I am doesn't matter."

The mysterious figure fell silent, completely unable to read Fron's intentions.

"Leave here, or... stay here forever."

'What? Do I look easily scared?'

This is the importance of intel.

Just a moment ago, thinking of the enemy's magic, Fron had felt a little uneasy.

But he quickly realized, this wasn't the Dungeon. No monsters or strange beings could possibly appear on the surface, not with Uranus's divine power suppressing them.

This was still the city's underground waterway, but it was part of the surface.

With that in mind, the opponent's intimidation might just be a bluff.

"Let's probe a bit."

Thinking that, Fron threw away any pretense of fair play and acted without a word!

With a sharp splash, he stepped lightly on the water's surface, transforming into a black shadow that seemed to teleport in the eyes of ordinary people, appearing right in front of the mysterious figure before launching a vicious whip kick!

Boom!!!!!!

"Hm?"

Unexpectedly, his whip kick, at thirty percent strength, was dodged?

"So, around Level 4 strength, huh? Also boosted by that? Impressive."

"Great Flower, Man-eating Flower!"

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

The reservoir shook.

The man-eating flowers that had been completely destroyed suddenly surged out again, their numbers no less than before.

What shocked Fron even more was the appearance of a massive flower bursting from underground, its size more than double that of the normal ones!

"So this is the 'Great Violas', swallowing magic stones to birth Violas... basically, a flowerpot."

The mysterious figure stood atop one of the giant flower's thick tendrils, completely protected. To attack them again would be unrealistic unless he could eliminate all the monsters blocking his way in one go.

"No choice then. Even if this is the waterway's reservoir... sorry in advance to the Goibniu Familia who will have to repair it afterward."

In the city, mages were generally forbidden by the Guild from using magic because of its overwhelming destructive power, a single stray shot could damage large numbers of buildings and harm civilians.

Even though this was an underground waterway, a large-scale magic attack would definitely be felt on the surface.

"I must destroy this flowerpot, or there'll be endless trouble later!"

Atop the giant flowerpot's head, the mysterious figure looked down coldly at Fron, who was surrounded below, and spoke.

"How foolish. Since you've chosen not to leave, become their food and disappear from this world. Go, Violas!"

Hisssssss, !

The monsters' flower buds (serpent-like faces) opened!

With gaping maws lined with plant-like fangs, the Violas lunged at Fron.

He drew the fine sword he had forged earlier with a shing, not using any identity-revealing enchantments, and charged straight into the horde.

Agile movements, lightning speed, precise swordsmanship, and fluid combat artistry reached their peak in that moment.

The overwhelming Level 4 stats were gradually brought under his control, and his one-sided killing efficiency grew ever higher.

However... even as he slew them, the giant flower continued to spawn more.

The corner of his mouth twitched beneath his mask.

"How many of these things have been cultivated? Is this the batch meant for transport to the harbor? Did I just intercept it?"

"[O radiance, rush forth, ]"

"[Tear through the darkness, I, the executor, am the Light Elf, ]"

"[Incarnation of light, King of Light, ]"

"[Light Burst!]"

A smooth, concurrent chant!

The mysterious figure's eyes flickered as they locked tightly onto Fron mid-battle.

"An adventurer like this, and I didn't know? When did Orario get such an expert?"

"Judging from his magic is impossible, he's using a spell rare even among elves... Is he avoiding revealing his identity, or..."

Seeing Fron's light cannon blast not only the Violas but also the giant flower into ashes, the mysterious figure had no choice but to retreat.

With their current strength, they were no match for him, they'd either be captured or killed, and then their master's mission...

"This batch of seedlings will have to be abandoned. Retreat for now."

With that decision made, they quickly vanished into the darkness, leaving only a faint voice echoing in Fron's ear.

"I'll remember you."

With a sharp flick of his sword, Fron gazed into the abyssal darkness and frowned.

"Ran, huh... Makes sense. With my current stats close to Level 5, it'd be strange if they didn't. Still... I didn't find that, but I did intercept a batch of seedlings. Tch."

Picking up the magic stones on the ground, Fron also withdrew.

However, their underground battle had only just begun to cause effects.

With his outrageous, beyond-limit mana, even casting a short, 4-line chant would inevitably...

On the surface, people only felt the ground beneath their feet constantly shaking, until the tremors finally ceased just moments ago.

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Surface.

The goddess's trial had also ended.

A certain boy had obtained 200 million valis and successfully slain the first mini-boss, the Silverback.

"Guess I owe Hestia an apology."

Standing on a rooftop, the beautiful goddess draped in a purple cloak curled her lips slightly, her gaze tinged with amusement as she looked at the small goddess lying unconscious below.

"Still... what was with those tremors just now? Was it from Loki's side?"

In her violet divine eyes, a hint of wariness flickered.

....

Switching perspective, at the square near the colosseum.

Tione, Tiona, Lefiya, and Ais had also finished off the Violas that surged onto the surface.

"Hss, that hurts!"

"Damn it, what the hell were those things, so disgusting."

"Their skin was so tough, even we couldn't break through it..."

"And... they reacted violently to magic, targeting anyone who used it."

"Good thing Lefiya wasn't seriously hurt, another second and it could've been fatal."

"Let's regroup with Loki and report to her."

"Yeah."

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Returning to the surface, Fron instantly transformed using the shadows.

The cloak and mask were all gone, stowed away into his backpack.

Relying on his light frame, he leapt onto a tall rooftop, narrowed his eyes, and gazed at the streets gradually returning from chaos to order, briefly falling into thought.