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

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.

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Fron, who was in a trance and even began to see overlapping illusions in his vision, didn't notice Alicia's abnormality at all.

He felt like his head was about to explode.

"This is such a useful skill, far stronger than the development ability that Ais and I have."

The top three of Riveria had also been paying close attention to the situation here. This expedition encountered the abnormal attributes of a new species, resulting in all the pressure of treating the injured falling onto the healers, especially Fron.

As the only mage in the team who could use detoxification, he stood at the forefront.

Continuous battles had long left him mentally and physically exhausted, and even after returning to camp, he had to keep using magic at extremely high intensity. His mental strength had already been completely drained.

But even so, relying on his own will and the expectations of his companions, Fron managed to hold on until nightfall.

The skill "Reader" once again proved invaluable at a critical moment, no wonder Riveria looked at Fron with eyes full of envy.

"Don't praise me like that, it makes me a bit embarrassed."

"Hahaha, that kind of mentality won't do. With your talent, you'll reach our level sooner or later, so you need to train more."

The dwarven warrior, because of his short stature, barely managed to pat Fron's shoulder, laughing heartily.

Fron gave a helpless, bitter smile and accepted it.

"There's still some time before we sort out the supplies, so take a rest while you can, Fron. That's an order."

The young man's face was pale, dark circles heavy under his eyes, and the golden irises with their blue rings had lost all their brightness.

Even his steps were unsteady; this wasn't a matter of "reaching his limit", he had already broken past his limits countless times.

Therefore, the healer gave a strict, mandatory order.

"Th-then… okay." Licking his dry lips, Fron finally agreed.

Because Alicia had been assigned by Riveria to stay by his side, monitoring his forced rest.

Helplessly, he had to follow their instructions.

"I'll go get you some water, be right back." Alicia said lightly and then quickly ran out.

Glancing at the departing elf lady, Fron found a flat spot, leaned against a rock, and half-lay down.

But as soon as he relaxed… the world started spinning, his vision went black, and he fainted instantly.

"F-Fron? Fron? Fron!!!"

The moment he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the sound of a cup shattering and Alicia's anxious cries.

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When he opened his eyes again and his blurry vision gradually became clear, and his brain slowly started working again, it was already the next day.

Struggling to lift his heavy eyelids, Fron felt his body weak, his brain throbbing, and his throat burning.

"Awake?"

It was an unfamiliar ceiling, no, the ceiling of the dungeon.

A soft female voice came from beside him. Fron rolled his eyes slightly and saw her figure.

Ais was kneeling by his side, staring at him with her usual expressionless eyes.

"Ah, sorry for causing you trouble." Ais shook her head.

"It's you who saved everyone."

Saying that, the girl stood up, lifted the tent curtain, and walked out. Then… within half a minute, a group of people rushed in.

"You're finally awake; we thought you'd sleep for a few more days!" Lefiya, Tiona, and Alicia all came in.

Fron looked innocent.

"Um…"

"Do you want water? I'll feed you."

Before he could finish, Alicia was already by his side, holding a cup to his lips.

"..."

An elf big sister type… how nice.

Not only beautiful and well-proportioned but also with golden hair, his favorite type, and most importantly, gentle and kind.

"T-then I won't hold back!"

Why wait? A beautiful elf feeding you water, you drink it, of course. That's what he thought.

After fully waking up, Fron also ate a little food, and during the conversation with everyone, he learned that they had already reached the 39th floor.

The 39th floor, a safe zone in the "deep levels."

Because most of their supplies and equipment had been destroyed, the whole team had to travel light and retreated at extraordinary speed.

In just one day, they had returned from the 50th floor to the 39th floor.

However, with good came bad.

Without weapons, fighting monsters had become even more difficult, especially since this was still in the deep levels.

In one day, many more companions had been injured, and their healing potions were depleted. Just relying on Line and a few healers was simply not enough to handle the situation.

Hearing this disastrous news, Fron fell silent, then, once again, that heavy pressure pressed down on him.

"..."

Watching his departing figure from the tent, the girls fell silent.

"Is this Fron's true nature?"

Lefiya murmured as if asking herself, her eyes confused.

Tiona shook her head behind her back.

"He's always been like this. It's just that everyone usually overlooks it because of how he acts on the surface!"

Usually, Fron presented himself as a stingy, cowardly mage.

He never took the initiative to attack in battle, avoiding fighting whenever possible, often even retreating a few steps behind other mages.

Even when in bad condition, he was reluctant to use potions, extremely frugal with supplies and medicine.

But… in the truly critical moments, he would step forward, without hesitation.

Protecting his companions, saving his companions, even at the cost of fainting himself. Wasn't that a rare and valuable quality?

Lefiya, Alicia, and Ais exchanged glances, finally understanding a little more.

"So he's been hiding… his true nature."

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After a night of emergency treatment, the wounded were barely able to move again, then supported or carried by other members, they once again began moving toward the surface.

During this time, Fron might not have noticed that everyone's gaze toward him was no longer simply trust and friendliness but had gained a few shades of respect.

Perhaps this was the greatest reward of the "expedition."

Because the whole team was lightly equipped, the return trip took less than half the time of their way down.

Just three days later, the team returned to the 18th floor.

They didn't stop at all, planning to head home before dusk.

"This sucks, we clearly could keep exploring."

"Didn't the captain say? The loss of supplies is too great, plus so many injured.

We're fine, sure, but what about the others? And we need to take care of everyone's morale too. That weird new species really dampened everyone's spirits, and now we're out of weapons.

What, is my dumb little sister going to barehanded take on those stupid dragons on the 58th floor?"

"Who would be stupid enough to fight monsters of a similar level barehanded, are you an idiot?!"

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With a big pack on his back and a hooded cloak on his head, Fron silently quickened his pace, his thoughts already drifting to the surface.

For example: what kind of magic tools could he make with the 10 extra samples of "Cadmus Springwater" he secretly collected?

Or: the magical workshop he asked the Goibniu Familia to build should be finished by now, right?

So exciting, he really wanted to see it.

And also… after updating his status, he should be able to level up, right? He was even more excited about whether he might discover new magic or skills.

He had so many things to look forward to that he had already left behind the failure of this expedition.

However… as they walked, he suddenly realized the team's atmosphere felt a little off.

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The low-profile supporter looked up in confusion, only to see… everyone looking at him with strange expressions, eyes full of pity.

"???"

"Ais? Lefiya? What's going on?"

Lefiya stammered and averted her eyes, and then… the expressionless Ais pointed at Tione and Tiona.

"They said only idiots fight monsters barehanded or something."

"..."

And then…

"Hahahahahahaha, isn't that just indirectly insulting Fron? You two are too much!"

"Yeah, yeah, back then Fron was really pitiful, okay? He was all tattered and ragged, using a 1,600-valis shortsword to solo a strengthened saber-toothed tiger, hahahahaha!"

Instantly, someone's face went dark. What was considered a great feat by others was, for him, just shameful.

Exploring the dungeon unprepared went completely against his goal of staying alive and developing steadily.

"Plop."

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Thanks to this Fron incident, the gloomy mood lifted, and everyone was in better spirits, but of course, the dungeon wouldn't let them have it easy and had to throw in one last surprise before they left.

"Minotaur?"

"Monster Party?"

"Captain, what do we do?"

"Ah, just deal with it quickly."

"Been waiting for you to say that!"

And then…

The brutal high-level adventurers launched a merciless… "battle" against the Lv.2 minotaur warriors.

"Graaa?"

"Roar!"

"Roooaaar?!!!"

And then… the minotaurs ran away!

This familiar scene flashed through Fron's mind like lightning.

"This is…!"

He stared at the minotaur running up the slope toward the upper floors, eyes wide open.

"This… isn't this that famous scene?"

He quickly glanced at Ais, his eyes narrowing.

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Fifth floor.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Several people chasing from behind exchanged glances, splitting at the fork, while Fron stayed right behind Ais, not with Bete, charging forward into the wide passage.

"Up ahead, an adventurer is in danger."

"Ah, I see them already!"

From a distance, they saw a rookie adventurer cornered by a powerful minotaur warrior, sitting on the ground trembling and screaming in terror.

Fron narrowed his eyes and, without hesitation, began chanting his magic incantation.

"[Meet your end! (Ragnarok)]"

"[Fireball!]"

[T / N: Yes!!!]

And then…

A black flame-thunder fireball instantly jumped through space and with a boom reduced the monster to ashes.

With the monster destroyed, Ais stopped in her tracks and saw Fron smile at her before walking over.

"Yo, pretty rough there, Cranel."

"You… who are you?"

Looking at the mysterious hooded man standing next to the golden-haired swordswoman, the terrified 14-year-old boy stammered in confusion.

"Ah, sorry. I like to keep a low profile, wearing a cloak makes me feel safe."

Shrugging, Fron raised his hand and took off his hood… Revealing dazzling golden hair and golden eyes.

Standing next to the female swordswoman, they looked like a couple.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh… y-y-you… you're…"

"B-b-big brother!!!!!!!!!"

"Waaahhhhhh! Waaahhh, I almost died, I almost died there!"

"Big brother!! Waaaahhhhhh!"

The boy cried tears, wailing as he hugged Fron's leg.

"..."

Ais tilted her head, looking puzzled.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is he acting like that??"

"Yeah."

"Tch, weaklings are weaklings. Should just stay on the surface. What are you doing coming to the dungeon, trying to die faster? Tch, trash."

The sharp-tongued tsundere wolf started up again.

"Cranel, you should head back. You were lucky this time, but don't be so reckless next time. I won't always be there to save you."

"Th-thank you, Big brother Fron!"

"I'll make sure to thank you properly later! I'll take my leave now!"

"Forget thanking me, we'll talk later if we have time!"

The boy disappeared in a blink, and then Ais and Bete both turned to Fron, as if to ask: acquaintance?

"Ah, he's a boy from my hometown. As for how we know each other, that's a long story."