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Chapter 44: Denatus

Denatus.

This was a meeting held only once every three months in the Labyrinth City, Orario.

Due to the participants being gods, this meeting was revered by the world as Denatus. In reality, it was just a gathering for various gods to alleviate boredom and seek entertainment.

Originally, it was merely a gathering of idle gods chatting about trivial matters to pass the time. As more gods joined, the meeting grew in scale.

Over time, the nature of the gathering changed, and it became a platform for various gods to share the latest information from the lower world, exchange opinions on operating familia, and even make resolutions that could impact the entire Orario in cooperation with the Guild.

Thanks to this, whether good or bad, any matter discussed and resolved in Denatus influenced the entire adventurer community and the entire Orario.

The reason for Loki's bad mood lies here.

After all, nobody knew better than her that in such grandiloquent occasions for eloquence, a god who was more capricious and eager for entertainment and excitement than anyone else would start unpredictable topics.

Just like at this moment.

"Don't be too harsh, Loki."

"C'mon, we just wanna know about that rookie in your familia."

"Haven't the kids been spreading rumors lately?"

"Did your child really go from Level 1 to Level 4 in just over a month?"

"What method did he use?"

"Spill the beans!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Various gods had been anticipating this moment for a long time. Though seated in their respective seats without getting up, their gazes simultaneously converged on Loki's body. They wore expressions of excitement so intense that, on a spiritual level, they surrounded her.

Watching these gods reveling in what seemed like a newfound amusement, Loki visibly wore an unpleasant expression.

With a child in her own familia making such incredible progress, she was naturally both proud and happy.

If it were a different occasion, she wouldn't mind having a few drinks and then boastfully praising Riezel as the darling of the world and the hero of fate, making others envy and admire.

But here, if she did that, it would only backfire.

These so-called gods, who thirst for the unknown and entertainment, would undoubtedly not mind doing something she least wanted to see when she was at her proudest.

Gods were creatures like that.

Even a passing thought that arises from a moment's whim could lead to action, disrupting the entire Orario both spiritually and physically.

Therefore, Loki's mood was not only very bad but her expression also didn't look good.

"Why? Isn't it normal for my kid to hit it big?" Loki, giving a menacing look, scanned every god and muttered in a deep tone. "Are you planning some sneaky moves behind my back? Alright then! If you're itching for trouble and death, just bring it on!"

The notorious and violent side of the infamous evil goddess Loki made many of the excited and muddled-headed gods present shudder, quickly averting their gazes.

She was Loki, the goddess of one of the strongest familias in Orario.

If they really upset her, once Loki Familia starts trouble, even some major familias would inevitably suffer damages and may even be expelled from Orario.

Gods couldn't use 'Arcanum' in the lower world, but the stronger the familia, the more experts within, and the larger the influence. If it came to conflicts or even wars between familias, few familias in Orario could match Loki Familia.

Therefore, many gods felt a bit intimidated by Loki. Some gods started to gaze elsewhere and cursed inside their hearts, no longer pressing for answers. Of course, some gods were completely unafraid of her.

"Don't be so angry, Loki. This is a rare meeting."

A voice as melodious as silver bells suddenly echoed in the hall, making various gods reveal intoxicated expressions one after another.

Especially the male gods, each sporting an enamored and foolish look.

However, when Loki heard that voice, her heart sank. She knew the most troublesome character had just entered.

Seated across from her, seemingly in a standoff, was the unmistakably prestigious Goddess of Beauty, Freya.

"Freya, huh?" Loki had this unpleasant look. "Why would a nympho like you even show up here? Ain't you busy with your horny pets?"

At Loki's insult, Freya only smiled, making the air in the entire hall seem sweeter.

"It's been too long... I felt a sudden urge to drop by and see what was happening." Freya said with a smile. "Of course, I'm also a bit curious about that rookie of yours who's making quite a buzz."

"Thanks but no thanks!" Loki replied ungraciously. "Can't the pets you kept satisfy you?"

Despite Loki's reproach and insult, Freya seemed unfazed.

"It seems you're quite protective of that child..." Freya said with a smile as bright as flowers. "How about introducing him to me?"

"Tch!" Loki blatantly clicked her tongue in annoyance.

Loki and Freya were old acquaintances. Back in heaven before various gods descended to the lower world, the two had dealings with each other.

However, saying their relationship was good was difficult.

They had cooperated before, appearing close in front of others. They had also been enemies, engaging in a serious battle. Now, both of them had familias regarded as the strongest in Orario—both rivals and enemies.

In this situation, Loki knew what the goddess named Freya was up to. Without a doubt, she had her eyes on Riezel. Although not thoroughly, once this nympho goddess laid eyes on him, things could spiral out of control.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Freya?" Loki, rarely revealing her nature as an evil goddess, showed a ferocious expression.

"..."

Now, the atmosphere in the entire hall seemed to freeze, becoming incredibly oppressive.

Various gods instantly closed their mouths. One after another, they lowered their heads, cold sweats breaking out on their foreheads. Especially when they saw Freya's increasingly intense smile, their hearts pounded.

This was a genuine conflict of gods.

'Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight...'

In such an exciting situation, several gods couldn't help but think like that. This was truly a case of enjoying the show without worrying about the consequences.

However, where there were gods, fearing that the world wouldn't be in chaos, there were gods who found such conflicts annoying.

"Alright, Loki, Freya, this is not the place for your quarrel. Calm down."

A goddess spoke with a feeble voice, sitting not far from Loki. She had flaming red hair and a vibrant red dress.

The red-haired goddess's beauty was no less than Loki's, and it was comparable even to Freya as the Goddess of Beauty. However, an eyepatch over her right eye somewhat diminished her overall aesthetic.

The one-eyed, red-haired goddess's abrupt interruption eased the tension between Loki and Freya.

"Since even Hephaestus had said so, I guessed I'd have to yield." Freya shrugged her fragrant shoulders. "I didn't want my children to miss out on the best equipment in the future."

The red-haired goddess was none other than Hephaestus. The goddess of the strongest blacksmith familia in Orario and the legendary Goddess of Smith.

"What, so you're here..." Loki grinned at Hephaestus. "I heard you're taking care of that poor runt. I thought you wouldn't show up."

"Don't say that..." Hephaestus sighed. "I'm even wondering if it would have been better not to help her back then."

"It's not too late to do that now, y'know~" Loki smirked. "Just kick that poor runt out of your home and let her fend for herself, yeah?"

Surprisingly, Hephaestus was considering it.

Not that she was heartless, but the lifestyle of the so-called 'poor runt' from Loki's mouth had fallen to a point where she couldn't bear it. The resolute and hardworking Goddess of Smith wouldn't be bothered to this extent otherwise.

Should she just throw her friend out for real?

Hephaestus began to seriously contemplate the idea.

Watching this unfold, Loki's eyes were squinting more as if she were thinking of some underhanded schemes.

Unfortunately, there was a more important matter she needed to do.

Loki was fully aware that she would be surrounded and forced to endure all her displeasure as she attended this meeting, all for the sake of this matter.

"Looks like you guys don't have any other matters going on!" Loki slapped the table. "Since that's the case, let's just start awarding aliases to the kids who've leveled up."

Yes, awarding alias.

This was one of the segments of the Denatus, a grand event in the lower world.

Anyone who leveled up and became a high-class adventurer, whether they were the lowest Level 2 or the highest Level 7, would have their name mentioned here, and bestowed with a unique alias by various gods.

For example, Ais, her alias was 'Sword Princess'.

For example, Lefiya, her alias was 'Thousand Elf'.

Originally, Riezel was supposed to receive an alias when he reached Level 2. However, the previous Denatus had already occurred before he leveled up to Level 2, so it was temporarily put on hold.

Until today, over a month later, as Riezel had already reached Level 4, the Denatus was officially convened again. It must be said, this was the first time in history.

Various gods couldn't help but feel emotional as they thought of Riezel.

Back then, Loki Familia's Sword Princess, at the age of 8, reached Level 2 in just a year. All the gods at that time found it unbelievable.

Her growth speed was already quite bizarre. Forget about Orario, it even shocked the entire world. But now, there was another child with even more bizarre growth.

If Riezel weren't from Loki Familia, most gods might have recklessly rushed to get him, no matter what.

At this moment, the goddess of the said child acted like a guard dog, baring her teeth at everyone.

"Let me make it clear, if anyone dares to come up with a messy alias for my kid, don't blame me for getting pissed." Loki threatened, making all the gods present quickly straighten their faces and think seriously.

Only Freya, looking at Loki's ferocious appearance, slowly curled her lips.

Her expression was beautiful yet chilling.


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Chapter 45: Alias

Orario, Guild Headquarters.

As the dusk approached, heralding the onset of night, the Guild headquarters, resembling a grand temple, was bustling with a crowd of people.

One after another, people gathered in front of the bulletin board, gazing at the parchment papers affixed to it, immersing themselves in the lively commotion that turned the scene into a bustling market.

Numerous parchment papers adorned the bulletin board, but at this very moment, the one capturing the attention of everyone present was the one prominently displayed in the center.

It seemed as though even the Guild itself was boasting about the achievements and extraordinary nature of this particular parchment.

The contents of the parchment were meticulously written.

...

Riezel Brynhart

Affiliation: Loki Familia

Race: Human

Age: 17

Profession: Adventurer

Current Floor: 17th Floor

Notable Achievement: Riezel Brynhart, an adventurer from Loki Familia, achieved a great feat on the 17th Floor by single-handedly defeating a Monster Rex, Goliath. This accomplishment, spanning one month, marked his official level up to Level 4, earning him the alias—Trickster Swordsman.

...

Posted on the bulletin board were sheets of parchment, precisely confirmed by the Guild and publicly announced adventurers' information. The aliases decided upon in Denatus were now glaringly displayed and laid out for everyone to see.

This time, however, people were particularly focused on the most dazzling and intriguing individual among them. As they looked at the parchment posted in the middle of the bulletin board, discussions broke out without hesitation.

"Yo, is this Riezel Brynhart, that rookie from Loki Familia everyone's been buzzing about?"

"The heck! He's already hit Level 4?"

"He took down a floor boss alone? Seriously, is this some kinda joke?"

"But the Guild vouched for this info. How could it be fake, dude?"

"So, those rumors from earlier might be true? This dude was just a Level 1 a month back?"

"Who's leveling up from Level 1 to Level 4 in just over a month? Is this for real?"

"The Sword Princess took a whole year for her first level up, but this rookie pulls off multiple levels in just over a month?"

"I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it, y'know?"

Adventurers, one after another, expressed excitement, skepticism, astonishment, confusion, envy, and disbelief, creating a chaotic atmosphere in the Guild Hall. The Guild staff's loud shouts couldn't even quell the growing commotion.

"He's here!"

Until a moment later, with a loud shout from an adventurer near the entrance, the crowd lost their clamor.

A young man walked in from outside, heading straight towards the bulletin board.

"Is that Riezel Brynhart?"

"The Loki Familia rookie..."

"Dude, why are you still calling him a rookie? He's Level 4 and got himself an official alias now, y'know."

As the crowd lowered their voices and involuntarily made way, creating a path, Riezel walked through the cleared path, making his way to the bulletin board where the parchment with his information was posted.

"Trickster Swordsman?"

Reading his alias, Riezel muttered it in a speechless tone, and his expression became subtly awkward.

'Loki called me over all mysteriously, looking all smug, to tell me to check my alias... If someone didn't know, they'd think I received some impressive alias, but this...?'

He couldn't quite figure out how good or bad his alias was. He couldn't even see how he was related to an alias like this.

Calling himself a swordsman was fine, as he indeed was one, even possessing the 'Swordsman' development ability; there was no dispute there.

But where did this 'Trickster' come in?

His swordsmanship, learned from Ais, was very orthodox. It really had nothing to do with the term 'Trickster'.

Could it be that the gods perceive him as a schemer employing tricks in his swordsmanship?

Riezel was somewhat bewildered with his assumption.

However, he knew that this alias was actually not that awful.

If his memory served him right, any alias born on this so-called Denatus was likely meant to challenge the shame of the alias receiver, at least 9 out of 10 times.

Because the gods had an advanced perspective and a proneness for entertainment, the aliases they bestowed were often considered cool by mortals in this world but would make modern people cringe with embarrassment.

Think about Loki; she even threw around a term like 'humblebrag' before. It showed god's perspective was ahead of their time.

Suppose she hadn't attended the Denatus, restraining various gods from recklessly giving him a cringe alias, he'd probably have been stuck with an alias like 'Breezeblade Prince' or 'Tempest Sword Emperor' by now.

In comparison, this 'Trickster Swordsman' was much better—or rather, tame.

'Now that I think about it, isn't Loki considered to be the God of Mischief or Trickery in mythology?' Riezel suddenly remembered the legend of Loki in his previous world.

Could the 'Trickster' in his alias come from there?

Perhaps because he was the child of Evil Goddess Loki, who was skilled in trickery, mischief, and deception, they gave him the alias 'Trickster Swordsman'?

'Okay... Whatever...' Riezel reluctantly accepted this interpretation.

Seeing everyone around watching and sizing him up, with some adventurers even eyeing him, ready to approach and say something, he quickly turned away.

From the reactions around him, it was clear that only a few truly admired him. Most adventurers regarded him with skepticism and envy, which was expected for a newcomer like him.

This was only natural.

While others spent several years, even decades, reaching certain levels, he effortlessly reached them in just over a month. It challenged the darker aspects of mortal, which was understandable.

Not wanting to attract unnecessary attention or give others a chance to vent, Riezel turned and left, exiting the Guild headquarters and turning into a secluded alley, planning to take a shortcut back to Twilight Manor.

However, something unexpected happened.

"—!"

Riezel suddenly stopped, furrowing his brow. A feeling of being watched crawled up his spine, sending a slight chill to the back of his neck.

"Who?" Riezel asked, silently stood in place, waiting.

"Hmph."

Soon, a cold snort echoed in the dark alley.

Riezel abruptly turned around, looking towards a shadow.

In that shadow, a figure clad in a black hooded cloak silently appeared.

"Are you the Trickster Swordsman?"

The figure's voice, unmistakably male and filled with displeasure and even hatred, emanated from the newcomer, deep and unforgiving.

"..."

Riezel didn't answer; he only placed his hand on the sword at his waist, staring at the black-cloaked figure.

This behavior only intensified the black-cloaked figure's displeasure and hatred.

"I asked you a question. Are people from Loki Familia like this? Don't they understand basic manners?"

Those words and that tone only earned a cold look from Riezel.

"Manners are for those who also practice them. Do you think you have any?" Riezel said expressionlessly.

"Oh?" The black-cloaked figure sneered. "Your mouth is sharp, but I wonder if your sword is the same?"

With that, the black-cloaked figure raised a hand.

*Swish—!*

*Swish—!*

*Swish—!*

In an instant, several black blurs leaped down from the walls in all directions, surrounding Riezel. They also wore black hooded cloaks with their faces obscured.

*Schwing!*

Seeing this, Riezel immediately unsheathed his sword.

Except for the first black-cloaked figure, who seemed to be their leader, the rest of the black-cloaked figures one after another drew weapons from under their cloaks and charged toward him, launching an assault without hesitation.

For a moment, various weapons such as daggers, spears, swords, and halberds were raised or swung down by them from different angles, leaving no opening for Riezel to evade and forcing him to defend.

The all-encompassing attack left him with no room, making it nearly impossible to find space to dodge, and could only choose to parry.

This also told him that these attackers were not just a random group.

Judging by their coordinated attacks, these people must have fought together for several years and developed good teamwork.

Their strength was also impressive, definitely not ordinary adventurers.

'Level 2 third-class adventurer? No! These people are at least Level 3 second-class adventurers or even more...'

As that thought flashed through his mind, Riezel took action.

*Whoosh!*

Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, his figure blurred, rushing with lightning speed towards one of the attackers who hadn't closed in yet. His sword turned into a silver flash, ruthlessly slashing out.

*Clang!*

The attacker was shocked, hastily raising their weapon to block the incoming strike, but was pushed back by the tremendous impact.

Unperturbed, Riezel accelerated again, leaving the previously repelled attacker behind and charging towards another.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling—!*

Soon, metal collision sounds mixed together.

Riezel, moving like the wind, flickered back and forth. His slender sword slashed out repeatedly, allowing the blade of his sword to cut through several attackers in quick succession.

Complex as it may seem, the entire process took less than two seconds.

Within those two seconds, Riezel, with his astonishing speed and swordsmanship, not only disrupted their coordination but also forced them all to retreat.

"What!?"

"Very strong!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Is he really Level 4?!"

The attackers were astonished one after another.

Even the leader of these attackers, who had been watching while leaning against a wall with crossed arms, had contracted pupils and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Damn this guy! Is he really a freshly Level 4?"

Riezel was clearly a Level 4 that could easily rival the top-tier ones. Among the attackers surrounding him, there were also several Level 4. Yet, after working together, they were still forcefully repelled by him in a single exchange.

"Continue! I want to see how much skill this guy really has!" The leader expressed his annoyance.

At their leader's words, the attackers suppressed their doubts and once again rushed toward Riezel.

Watching this, a cold glint appeared in Riezel's eyes.


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