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

That was obviously a problem. Finn rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

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At this moment, Fron suddenly spoke up, "Could it be that before we arrived, some powerful adventurers cleared out all the monsters in this area? Which caused the dungeon to stop spawning monsters for a short time?"

At the same time, Ais took up Fron's words and continued analyzing:

"Along the way, the dungeon environment hasn't shown obvious damage. It's clearly not the dungeon self-repairing. Then, the only possibility is the one mentioned before."

"Artificially clearing out upper-floor monsters? Or powerful adventurers? For what purpose?"

Confusion flashed in everyone's eyes, doubts surfacing one after another.

The monsters here were too weak, they couldn't gain any experience, and the dropped magic stones were not only small but also of poor quality.

"Sniff sniff, Captain. There's a scent of blood ahead."

Anakitty calmly voiced her discovery.

As a Level 4 cat-girl, her senses were so sharp that even Fron, a hexagonal magus, couldn't compare, after all, it was racial talent, innate from birth.

"Blood? Did some adventurer get killed? Which direction?"

"This way!"

"Let's go!"

The moment the words fell, the party instantly reacted. Their figures blurred, rushing ahead at high speed!

"Help… help…" A weak groan echoed from the dead end of the passage ahead.

Beyond the stairway terrace, what entered their sight was an unfamiliar adventurer leaning against the wall, blood still pouring from his abdomen, his face deathly pale and extremely weak.

"Lefiya, give him emergency treatment."

"Y-yes, Lady Riveria."

"Quick, quick… save…"

"Don't worry. What exactly happened? Why did you end up like this?"

"Ah, there… there was a Minotaur that appeared here. It… it killed all the monsters, and the adventurers who saw it were all injured and fled!"

"…A Minotaur? Impossible. That monster only appears on the 'Middle Floors,' the 17th floor! Could it be the last time?"

"Impossible. Bete, Ais, and I already confirmed and finished off those escaped Minotaurs. Besides, these past few days I've come to the dungeon and haven't heard any rumors of Minotaurs appearing in the 'Upper Floors.' Finn, I'll go ahead and take a look."

Fron already knew what had happened. He wanted to see… how different the current Cranel was compared to the one in his memory.

After enduring the brutal training of that Elf, just how much had he grown?

Hedin, nicknamed "Hildrsleif," belonged to the Freya Familia, a Level 6 magic swordsman. Together with "Dainsleif" Hogni, they were called the "Black and White Twin Knights," loyal guardians of the goddess Freya.

"Huh? Fron?" Before Tiona could ask her question, his figure had already vanished into the depths of the passage.

And then… a flash of dazzling gold streaked across everyone's vision, as another figure chased after.

"…Eh? Ais? Wait for me!" Tiona stomped her foot, muttered something under her breath, and also gave chase.

"I'll go take a look as well. I'll leave things here to you, Raul."

"Don't worry, Captain. Leave it to me!"

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"Clang, clang, clang…"

The clear clash of weapons echoed throughout the empty underground cavern.

The dim phosphorescence faintly illuminated the vast chamber, where a boy and a monster were locked in fierce battle across the spacious arena.

"Is… is that Mr. Fron? Please, I beg you, save Mr. Bell! Please!!!"

As Fron's figure appeared at the end of the chamber passage, a tiny figure drenched in blood came stumbling out.

"Liliruca, so that's it."

But even though Fron wanted to witness Cranel's adventure, unfortunately…

"This path is one-way. And also, I hope your Loki Familia won't meddle too much, 'Flame Demon.'"

"Fron?"

Ais, who had been right behind, also appeared. At first her eyes saw only him, but then her entire attention was drawn to that man standing opposite.

"Shing", a silver rapier was drawn, and Ais instantly assumed a battle stance.

But Fron raised his arm, blocking the girl's movement, and without taking his eyes off that man, spoke:

"Ais, could you leave this one to me?"

"I've been an adventurer for quite some time now, and I really want to fight him."

"That highest peak… how far away am I still from it?"

"..." The girl was silent for a moment, but eventually sheathed her beloved sword.

"Then… be careful."

The relationship between the youth and the girl had gradually grown closer. Through the daily morning training, she could sense his rapidly improving strength. She dared to say, no one knew his true strength better than herself. She was reassured.

Besides, Finn, Riveria, and the others were still behind her. The ones who should truly be worried were the Hestia Familia.

With that thought, Ais bypassed Finn and Liliruca, and with a sharp sound, her delicate frame accelerated and dashed ahead into the passage.

"Hey, aren't you going after her?"

"Th-thank you, my lord! Thank you so much!!!"

Liliruca hurriedly bowed to Finn, then quickly ran off.

Until only the two figures remained in the passage.

Watching the golden-haired swordswoman's figure rush forward, an invincible voice came from that man's mouth:

"I told you, your Loki Familia had better not meddle too much!"

With that, his great sword slashed horizontally toward Ais, aiming to force her back.

"Hey, strongest man in the city, striking at a girl isn't what a hero should do. How about taking me as your opponent instead? Besides, I've wanted to cross blades with you for a long time!"

"Clang!", a deafening clash of steel resounded through the passage, startling Liliruca so much mid-run that she nearly stumbled. When she looked back, the situation had already shifted into deadly peril.

"The 'King' and the 'Flame Demon'…"

But at this moment, no one paid attention to the little Pallum supporter of low presence, because the two men had already locked eyes, sparks flying between their gazes, staring tightly at one another.

An exquisitely crafted staff clashed against a broad great sword.

Muscles swelled under Fron's cloak as he braced against the force surging toward him.

"Creeeak…"

The weapons screeched from the grinding clash of metal.

Feeling the immense power pressing against him, Fron secretly clicked his tongue. So this was the strength of the city's strongest.

Without magic, without skills, relying only on technique and raw stats, yet this strong!