Kirukiru Amou curled her lips.
With this layer of skin,
She wouldn't have to worry about clothes tearing.
As long as her vital points were protected,
What remained was pure slaughter.
...
"Um..."
At the same time,
A weak voice suddenly interjected.
"Um... I want it too!"
Hanazake Warabi, clutching the tachi she had chosen, tugged on Tsubaki's clothes with her other hand, pointing at the big Black Bear still scratching its head behind her.
"I want a set of equipment for my Fierce Person too!"
Tsubaki looked down at the loli who only reached her waist, then looked at the massive, honest-looking big Black Bear. She couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, rubbing her messy red hair.
"Hey, little sister..."
"This is an armory, not a pet shop."
"Who on earth makes armor for a bear?"
"Besides, the customization fee for a physique like that is very expensive."
"But..."
Hanazake Warabi pouted, looking aggrieved.
"Even the Fierce Person is afraid of pain..."
"Awoo..."
The Black Bear on the ground seemed to understand its master's meaning and cooperated with a howl. It then rolled on the ground, looking 'quite frail'.
Tsubaki: "..."
Tsubaki's mouth twitched.
Watching the bear and its master act like this.
She sighed helplessly.
"Alright, alright, you win."
Tsubaki sighed helplessly and turned to wave at a few Familia members who were moving goods.
"Go fetch that dusty thing from the corner of the warehouse."
A moment later,
A set of slightly rough but extremely sturdy beast armor was brought over.
Although it wasn't full-body armor,
It had thick leather and metal plates protecting the chest, back, and key joints of the limbs.
Especially the chest piece, which had an extra layer of steel plate.
"Here, try this."
Tsubaki had the armor thrown on the ground.
The Black Bear knew its stuff.
It immediately got up and sniffed the pile of armor.
Then, without any help,
It skillfully slipped into it.
Hanazake Warabi quickly helped it fasten the buckles.
"Click."
The size was surprisingly fitting.
With this armor on, the once somewhat silly-looking Black Bear instantly had the aura of a fierce battle beast.
"Wow! So cool!"
Hanazake Warabi looked excited.
"Now the Fierce Person is Orario's number one battle bear!"
"Don't get too excited yet."
Tsubaki crossed her arms, leaned against the shelf, and watched this scene, saying calmly.
"This thing was originally custom-made for a tamer in a Familia."
"That guy was also a weirdo who kept magical beasts as pets. He spent a lot of money on this set of equipment."
At this point,
Tsubaki paused.
Her eyes flashed with a hint of indifference that only experienced Adventurers would understand.
"But the equipment was ready, and the person never returned."
"I heard he died on the twenty-something floor, and they couldn't even find his whole body."
"So this thing has been gathering dust in the storeroom for almost two years."
"Since this bear can wear it, it's yours now."
Hearing this,
Hanazake Warabi's excited hands, which were helping the Fierce Person with the buckles, paused slightly.
"Dead... dead?"
"Is it that strange?"
Tsubaki glanced at Hanazake Warabi.
"In the Dungeon, death is as common as eating and drinking."
"Once you enter the Dungeon, no one can guarantee you'll make it back the next day to pick up your custom equipment."
"So this is what they call dead man's gear."
"If you're uncomfortable with it, you can take it off now."
Hanazake Warabi gulped.
Looking at the dark red stains on the armor, her initial excitement cooled slightly.
But quickly,
She gritted her teeth.
"We're keeping it! Why not?"
"It's free!"
"Since this is something left by a senior,"
"The Fierce Person will surely inherit that luck along with it!"
"Awoo?"
The Fierce Person seemed to understand something and quickly agreed with a grunt.
Seeing this, Tsubaki showed a hint of appreciation.
"Hmph."
"Not a bad attitude."
Tsubaki grinned.
She didn't want to discourage the newcomers' enthusiasm.
After all, in Orario, if you didn't have this kind of resolve, you might as well go home and farm.
...
Meanwhile,
Tsubaki caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the depths of the armory.
It was Heimdall.
He stood in front of a row of long weapons, his gaze lingering on a spear that was entirely silver-white, but with a dark red tip.
Then,
He reached out,
Grasped the shaft.
"Buzz—"
The spear was lifted, seeming to emit a low hum.
Heimdall held the spear with one hand and casually twirled it.
His movements were smooth and fluid, without a hint of stiffness.
"Whoa?"
Tsubaki raised an eyebrow in surprise and walked over.
"Lord Haimo, are you also choosing a weapon?"
"You are a deity, after all."
In the lower world, deities, though possessing endless lifespans,
Are forbidden from entering the Dungeon and using divine power.
Most deities are physically weak,
Let alone wielding such a spear designed for killing.
Facing Tsubaki's confusion, Heimdall stood the spear beside him and smiled.
"I do have 'war' in my title, after all."
"Though I can't go to the Dungeon to fight monsters,
I do get the itch sometimes."
Heimdall's thumb traced the patterns on the spear's shaft.
"God of War, huh..."
Tsubaki nodded thoughtfully.
Though she didn't know the specifics of this deity's divine nature,
Judging from that casual twirl just now, he was clearly a seasoned fighter.
Tsubaki didn't ask any more questions.
She turned back to look at the group of girls who were now fully armed and excited, eager for a fight.
"Since that's the case,"
"You have your equipment now."
"Next is real combat."
"What do you think, Lord Haimo?"
"I see these newcomers are all in Orario for the first time, right?"
"How about..."
Tsubaki pointed to herself.
"After registering as Adventurers, I'll personally take them to the Dungeon?"
"I don't have much going on right now."
"I'm also curious to see how much Haimo Familia's new recruits are capable of."
"Besides, I can teach them some rules of the Dungeon."
"Think of it as an orientation for their new job?"
This was also a bit of Tsubaki's personal interest.
On one hand, she wanted to do Heimdall a favor.
On the other hand,
As a blacksmith, seeing new weapons find their owners, she couldn't help but want to see their performance in real combat.
Hearing this, Heimdall thought for a moment.
This proposal was indeed good.
After all,
As a deity, he couldn't personally lead a team into the Dungeon.
Having an experienced Lv.5 Adventurer who knew the Dungeon well would greatly improve efficiency.
Furthermore,
Tsubaki, as a blacksmith, possessed an understanding of weaponry far beyond that of ordinary people.
With her here, she could better guide these girls on how to utilize these new weapons to their absolute limit.
It was just unknown...
what kind of reaction Tsubaki, this Lv.5 veteran,
would have after personally witnessing these girls cause bloody carnage in the Dungeon when they were still Lv.1.
...
"Then I will leave it to you, Miss Tsubaki."
Heimdall nodded in thanks.
"Lord Heimdall is too kind."
Tsubaki laughed heartily and waved her hand.
Immediately after,
Heimdall thought for a moment and asked Tsubaki,
"By the way, where is that Hestia fellow?"
"With such a big commotion, why didn't she run out to join the fun?"
Logically,
given the Loli God's personality, she should have already jumped out by now.
"Lady Hestia?"
Mentioning that name,
Tsubaki's expression became somewhat subtle.
"As for Lady Hestia, she should still be sleeping in the guest room right now."
"Sleeping?"
Heimdall raised an eyebrow.
"Still sleeping?"
"Look at the sun outside, what time is it already?"
"That's something Lord Heimdall doesn't know."
Tsubaki spread her hands in a helpless manner, as if this was a common sight.
"During the time Lady Hestia has been freeloading off our Familia, she has developed an unshakeable biological clock."
"That is—she absolutely will not open her eyes until lunchtime."
"Even if the sky were to fall right now, she would probably just roll over and continue sleeping."
"..."
Hearing this,
Heimdall also remembered.
Hestia.
This person had been living off the Hephaestus Familia, being lazy and gluttonous, ever since descending to the lower world.
"Fine then."
"Since she is dreaming, let's not disturb her."
Heimdall waved his hand, decisively choosing to abandon this burden.
"Let's go."
...
The morning in Orario was always filled with noise and vitality.
When Heimdall and his group walked out of the Hephaestus Familia's main gate, the streets were already bustling.
"Wow..."
Although they had glimpsed it last night when they arrived,
Orario bathed in the morning light still felt novel to the women.
Especially the Babel,
which stood in the center of the city, piercing straight into the clouds.
It refracted a dazzling white radiance under the sunlight, like a divine pillar connecting heaven and earth.
"Is that... the entrance to the Dungeon?"
Amauha Zanzan narrowed her eyes, gazing at the colossal tower.
"Don't rush."
"Before going there, I first need to get identities sorted out for you."
It was the starting point for all Adventurers.
—The Orario Adventurer's Guild Headquarters.
Whether it was a youth full of dreams or a vicious thug,
anyone wanting to legally enter the Dungeon to reap rewards in this city had to report there first and obtain a license.
This was the power of the system.
Even in this world of sword and magic, bureaucratic procedures remained an indispensable link, as only this way could the Adventurers of Orario be managed effectively.
...
Thus.
The Orario Adventurer's Guild Headquarters.
—The Pantheon.
The process of going to the Guild and registering was unremarkable.
It was nothing more than filling out forms and registering.
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