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

What he saw... countless new species had already surrounded the entire camp, crawling from all directions up the 10-meter-high rock platform.

Even with their allies firing magic, arrows, and throwing weapons, they couldn't push them back, every fallen monster was instantly replaced by another.

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These monsters give the feeling that they have no intelligence at all, as if they are being controlled by some kind of existence.

After all, even goblins, despite their low intelligence, still have the instinct of life, they rage when angered and flee when frightened.

But these things have no such intelligence at all.

Finn narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the monsters' movement patterns.

"Captain, you noticed too? These strange new-type monsters seem like tentacles controlled by some kind of existence, completely without their own will."

The blond youth, whose face was slightly pale and breathing heavily, carried a huge supporter's backpack, held a magic staff, and stood by the Pallum, whispering.

"Ah, no matter how you think about it, there's no way there could be a tamer profession on the 50th floor, right? That cold joke isn't funny at all."

Fron's mouth twitched. Should he say, as expected of the [Braver] Finn? Such sharp instincts.

These things weren't tamed beasts, but their leader was far more terrifying than any beast tamer.

Looking at the new-type species that almost filled his field of vision, deep exhaustion filled Fron's eyes.

Continuous battles and magic use had already left his body and mind utterly exhausted, especially his mind.

Since entering the 50th floor, he had used short-chant magic more than twenty times, along with two wide-area annihilation spells. The resulting mental strain…

By now, the fact that he hadn't collapsed from mental fatigue was already thanks to Loki's blessing.

If it had been any other mage.

"Even my magic power and mental strength aren't enough. Should I say… as expected of the deep floors?"

Seeing that Fron's condition wasn't great, Finn asked with a light smile.

"How about it, can you still hold on? After all, this is the deep floors, and you're taking on most of the team's rear guard pressure. The burden's too heavy."

Fron's Goliath cloak trembled slightly, his head lowered, lips pressed together, golden eyes revealing hesitation deep inside.

Images of everyone flashed through his mind. He suddenly raised his head, eyes firmly fixed on the battlefield, and spoke words filled with emotion.

"Ah… no choice. For everyone… let's pay-to-win."

"Pay-to-win?"

Then… under Finn's strange gaze, Fron slowly, awkwardly pulled out the last two potions from his pouch.

[High-grade Dual Attribute Recovery Potion], lovingly crafted by Miach Familia's Nazaa, 20,000 valis each, fair price for all ages.

"This is all money… kind of reluctant to use it."

With a sigh, Fron tilted his head back and downed the potion.

"… So stingy."

"… So stingy."

"… So stingy."

Lefiya, Tione, and Tiona muttered softly, faces slightly drooping.

Ais averted her gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed, seemingly embarrassed by Fron's behavior.

"Tch, you guys have never been poor, huh? You never know the cost until you manage a household."

Speaking of which, all the potions he'd consumed along the way were probably worth over a million already.

"Alright everyone, now's not the time for idle chat. Quickly spread formation and support the front line, keep distance coordination!"

Finn waved his hand, giving the support order.

"Yes!" *N

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On the other side, Riveria faced a critical problem.

After the attack, the team had temporarily stabilized from their initial panic.

Normally, she could have used this chance to chant magic to wipe out the enemy, but at this moment, she was the only high-ranking member with leadership and command ability.

If she didn't step forward to coordinate and give orders, forget chanting magic, the front line would quickly be broken by the difficult new-type monsters, and then the entire army would be wiped out.

Command to maintain the line and protect the camp, or chant magic and cause total annihilation?

That wasn't even a real choice…

Although the situation was still grim, Riveria knew well… the main mission of the companions guarding the camp wasn't to annihilate but to delay the enemy and buy time.

Once Finn and the others returned to support, the situation would immediately reverse.

"Midfield archers ready, fire arrows!" Alicia, as a messenger, looked equally tense as she conveyed orders.

"B-but Lady Riveria, these are the last batch of arrows, and our supplies are almost completely used up."

Riveria bit her lip and issued a firm command, eyes resolute.

"Supplies don't matter now. Fire!"

"… Yes!"

With a strained expression, Alicia clenched her teeth and ran quickly.

The order was transmitted in no time.

Then, several elven archers sprinted to the edge of the rock ledge, aimed downward, and fired arrows from above!

"Get down there, disgusting things."

Thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip, thwip,

Thanks to the elves' powerful archery skills, combined with the monsters' densely packed groups and generally over-three-meter-tall bodies, these gleaming arrows easily struck their targets, causing chaos in their ranks.

But… the results were not ideal.

Just like what Tiona experienced earlier, as soon as arrows hit the monsters' bodies, their foul-smelling corrosive fluids dissolved the foreign objects, breaking the shafts.

Damage output, minimal.

However, because of the arrows' strong impact force, monsters were knocked off the cliff, dragging along nearby companions as well.

This at least slightly slowed the enemy's advance, but it was merely a stopgap measure.

Not just the archers, one order after another was issued, and everyone grabbed their spare weapons, frantically repelling the monsters.

Spare equipment and supplies were visibly consumed and destroyed, leaving the camp a complete mess.

The terrifying new-type monsters left the adventurers utterly helpless, a quiet sense of despair began to rise, spreading across the entire battle line.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Riveria's forehead as she anxiously waited for her companions to return.--!

"Hyahhh!"

A shout came from the forest, and then a slender figure descended from the sky, her heel shattering a massive boulder. With a boom, like a landslide, rocks rolled down, burying all the monsters beneath.

"!!!"

This astonishing scene reflected in everyone's eyes, the atmosphere of despair was easily pierced by the returning comrades.

"It's … it's Miss Tiona!"

"Th-that means …!"

"Miss Tione is back too!"

"And Mr. Bete as well!"

Seeing the executives return, the expedition team's morale skyrocketed at an incredible speed!

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"No weapons, fighting all clumsy, tch!"

Tiona pouted, standing before the horde of monsters, visibly annoyed.

"Idiot Amazon, stop complaining and go help Ais already!"

Bete shouted in frustration, jumping back and forth among the monsters with overwhelming agility.

"Ais? Eh, eh, eh? She charged out alone?!"

Indeed, enchanting her weapon with wind magic, she was barely able to fight these new-type monsters in close combat.

She moved like the wind, cutting through dense monster packs, slicing their massive bodies apart, then repeating the same process!

Against her wind-like speed, these heavy, puppet-like new types had absolutely no way to deal with Ais…

Unfortunately, her solo kill speed was like a drop in the ocean compared to the seemingly endless swarm.

"Riveria!"

"Finn, the others have returned as planned!"

Seeing the main force back, Riveria's anxious face lit up with relief, her heart easing.

"Forget the camp damage for now. We'll cover you, start chanting magic with your elven mage unit!"

"Alright, Lefiya, you too!"

"Y-yes!"

Compared to Fron, the mobile artillery, Lefiya consumed far less and still had plenty of stamina left.

Besides…

Looking at the large number of wounded being brought to the camp center, the young man knew he no longer needed to make a move, because he had more important work.

With the return of the main force, the retreating battle line was turned around in one stroke.

The previously orderly monster advance instantly fell into chaos.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's weapons over there, right? Toss them down already!"

"Eh?"

The companions on the cliff heard Tiona's shouting.

"Miss Tiona? Th-there are, but not many! Please use them sparingly!"

Apparently, even within the Familia, Tiona's nickname as a destroyer was well known.

"Less talking, hurry up!"

A little embarrassed, Tiona raised her voice to order.

"O-okay …"

Her companions wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and tossed spare great swords down.

"Alright, "

With a whoosh, the weapon landed right in front of Tiona.

Picking up a weapon disproportionate to her size, the Amazoness swung it a few times and shook her head in disappointment.

"Tch, too light. Well, it'll do for now."

Then, as if nobody else existed, Tiona weaved through the monster horde, beginning her performance.

Thanks to her terrifying S-class attributes, she skillfully dodged the monsters' corrosive fluid attacks, which instead ended up hitting and injuring their own kind!

This interweaving assault was a classic case of few versus many, the kind of combat tactics learned from her homeland, the warrior nation, applied here in the deep dungeon.

In a short period of time, it caused great turmoil among the enemy group.

On the other side, Ais, who had slain twenty to thirty monsters in one breath, rested slightly at the cliff under the rock plate.

The side effects of magic had already begun to gradually affect her combat ability, her leg muscles were starting to feel sore and numb, faintly cramping.

"Ais, give me some wind!"

Bete, moving with unparalleled speed, blurred as he continuously weaved, pierced, and fought on the front line.

Passing through Ais' combat area, he hurriedly called out loudly.

As familiar teammates, they were more than used to this kind of cooperation.

"Wind, "

Ais' short sword shimmered lightly, and a swirling breeze burrowed into Bete's specialized equipment.

"It's time to finish off this trash, die for me!!!!!!!!"

A violent storm wrapped around Bete's feet as he pushed his speed to the maximum, leaping high, crashing down like a nuclear bomb directly onto the monster horde.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom, "

Terrifying shockwaves erupted from the center, mowing down monsters like harvesting wheat, turning them into ashes in droves.

This was Bete's unique magic attribute: Devour.

A fusion strike combining Ais' wind magic with a speed-enhanced physical attack!

With a single strike, the battle was decided.

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The fierce battle lasted until late into the night on the surface. With the elves' final frenzied large-scale annihilation magic sweeping the area, the fight gradually came to an end.

From the view of the ceiling, the camp on the rock plate had already been destroyed beyond recognition.

The terrifying corrosive poison of the new species guaranteed total destruction once touched.

Everyone stood in front of the still-smoldering camp, their faces grim.

"Sigh, this expedition can only end here, right, Finn?"

"Ah... that's fine, there will be another chance anyway, it's just... Loki will probably blow her top when she hears this news."

Riveria, her face full of exhaustion, shook her head with one eye closed:

"This expedition almost depleted the familia's savings. Even after selling all the loot, we still suffered quite a loss."

The royal elf's words were mild, but nobody was foolish enough to miss the point.

Fron, busy treating the wounded, raised his head to make a cold joke:

"Translated, it means this expedition was a bloodbath in terms of losses. Loki's going to lose it."

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The three were extremely awkward, and Ais, Bete, Tione, Tiona, and other executives all had subtle expressions.

But no one refuted it, because it was simply a well-known fact.

"Well, back to the old days, diligently exploring the dungeon to earn coins again."

Fron raised an eyebrow, silently lamenting: even a first-class adventurer at level 6 was still just an adventurer, without money, one couldn't take a single step in this labyrinth city.

Expeditions were inherently costly, and the resources accumulated over such a long time had just gone up in smoke.

Not only the equipment and potions each member had prepared themselves, but also the support provided by the familia were gone.

From the familia to individuals, the upcoming days would be rough.

Tiona was still teary-eyed, constantly muttering about her beloved "Orga." 120 million was no small number.

Of course, it wasn't just Tiona; Tione had thrown her 50-million dragon fang-made "Recurve Knives" like a kunai in desperation, one throw was 50 million gone, two was a hundred million...

Add Finn's dominion spear forged with Brave Iron and walnut, Gareth's battle axe, Bete's boots...

Each one starting at a hundred million.

Roughly calculated, the total loss from this expedition exceeded one billion valis, a truly astronomical sum for any familia!

But now there was no time to lament, as the crisis still wasn't over, this was the 50th floor of the dungeon after all.

"Alright, gather whatever supplies we can still use, and we need to return to the surface as fast as possible. We must report this incident to Loki, and I have a bad feeling about it."

The captain gave the order to retreat, and though Tiona, Bete, and the others were quite unhappy, they had no choice but to follow.

Soon, everyone got to work, even the executives carrying the injured to speed up the retreat.

The ruined camp grounds were full of injured people lying on makeshift bedding pulled from dismantled tents, groaning in pain.

"Alright, Elfy, the wounds are temporarily under control, move to the next one."

The greatest pressure at this moment was on the healers.

Due to the sheer number of injured, Line and the others had insufficient mana, forcing Fron to grit his teeth, dragging his tired body and throbbing head into the work.

After continuously using several dual-attribute healing potions, they barely managed to last until nightfall, holding off worsening conditions by triggering skills just in time.

But full recovery would only be possible back on the surface.

Lifting his head slightly, glancing at the remains of the camp illuminated by portable magic stone lamps, people either ran to deliver messages or hurriedly dismantled and gathered supplies.

The scene was still bustling.

At that moment, a hand holding a handkerchief gently wiped the sweat from Fron's forehead, it was soft and fragrant.

"You've worked hard, Fron."

It was Miss Alicia.

The mages who had their hands temporarily free had been tirelessly assisting the healers.

"Thankfully, it's nighttime now, or else the number of injured would have doubled, making things even worse."

Suppressing the pain in his head, Fron forced a smile.

"Yeah, Fron was a huge help!"

After more than ten hours of fighting, even with constant healing potions, Fron's mana recovery was very limited.

Continuously casting healing magic kept his mana teetering on the edge of exhaustion, a mere drop in the bucket. Yet, seeing the painful, twisted faces and hearing the cries of his comrades, he kept pushing himself.

This situation continued until nightfall.

"Scholar" activated, and with an explosive rate of mental recovery, his stress was finally relieved.

Until now.

"Hang in there, Fron, this is the last one, I'll help too."

The last wounded person had already fallen unconscious, and Alicia used her innate elven magic to help share Fron's burden.

Warm magical light bloomed in their four hands, endlessly healing the rotting wounds.

"Phew... finally, it's done."

Alicia straightened her body, looking at the golden-haired youth before her, her beautiful eyes filled with a strange feeling, so handsome, so manly, so reliable, such a wonderful man indeed.