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2.02% Looking Forward to Another World / Chapter 7: Tower of Babel

章節 7: Tower of Babel

One magic and three skills for one who had just received a blessing was indeed an extravagant starting point. Even Loki, who brought her Familia from scratch to one of the strongest positions in Orario over the past few decades, had only seen such potential in a single individual's body.

That individual was Finn Deimne, the first member of Loki Familia recruited after she descended to the lower world. He was the current Captain of Loki Familia, and one of the less than ten Level 6 individuals in Orario, known as the Pallum Hero—Braver.

Loki Familia's Captain, much like Riezel, awakened one magic and three skills when he first received a blessing. Now, Finn possessed two magic and five skills, making him someone with the most skills within Loki's knowledge.

Although the quantity of magic and skills didn't necessarily make someone stronger than those with fewer, there were undoubtedly stronger individuals than Finn in Orario. It all depended on the specific effects of the magic and skills.

Magic and skills could vary in strength, with some being more useful than others. Awakening didn't guarantee increased strength; it depended on the specific effects.

However, Loki couldn't help but be impressed as she examined the effects of Riezel's magic and skills on the parchment.

"Really..." Loki muttered, looking at Riezel's ridiculous skills and magic, her eyes that rarely opened now glittering with bright light.

Especially the effect of one of the skills called 'Self Redemption'.

—The status can be updated independently by consuming the corresponding God's blood.

"What a bullshit skill..." Loki cursed quietly. "Not to mention me, who's only been in the lower world for a few decades. Even those old folks who've been here for centuries probably haven't seen a skill with this kind of effect."

Loki had never heard of any child in the lower world being able to update their status independently. What did this mean for the position of Gods in this matter? How could they handle it?

Little did Riezel know about Loki's mood, as he was busy examining his own status.

There wasn't much to say about basic abilities.

Due to just receiving the blessing, all five basic abilities were at the lowest I-rank, with zero proficiency.

Proficiency, measured with numbers, indicates the level of progress of a basic ability.

0-99 is I.

100-199 is H.

200-299 is G.

300-399 is F.

And so on.

When proficiency upgraded to 900-999, it became S.

The highest tier for basic abilities was generally considered to be S, with a proficiency limit of 999. To enhance proficiency in basic abilities and advance, the only method was to frequently use that ability.

Want to improve 'STR'? Use forceful attacks frequently.

Want to enhance 'END'? Endure attacks frequently.

Want to boost 'AGI'? Increase speed and move frequently.

Want to enhance 'MAG'? Use magic frequently.

And so on.

As the ability was used more frequently, proficiency also increased. Only when it approached the highest value of 999 and the ability reached S-rank did the growth in proficiency slow down.

It was said that there were very few people who could upgrade their basic ability to the highest evaluation S-rank, and even reaching A-rank and B-rank was quite rare.

Of course, being someone familiar with the original work, Riezel knew that some people could easily surpass this theoretical upper limit.

Yes, it was the main character from the original work.

'I wonder if I can break through this limit.'

While Riezel pondered such matters, most of his attention was focused on his own magic and skills. When he saw his unique magic named 'Almighty', his gaze paused slightly.

'Memorize magic, huh?' Riezel's heart self-deprecatingly remarked. 'In the end, my only strength is my memory.'

Clearly, this magic was a manifestation of his outstanding memory, also a representation of his innate skill worth boasting about from his previous life.

Perhaps the reason it manifested in the form of magic was related to the fact that the original owner of his body was a native of a world with magic, naturally possessing strong magical energy.

As for his three skills, they were completely crystallized from his heart's obsession.

Riezel tentatively noted down the effects of these magic and skills, intending to explore them in the future.

At this moment, Loki seemed to have organized her thoughts and spoke again.

"I will lock your status with my blood, hiding the status to prevent others from peering."

Loki picked up the needle again, pricked her finger, and touched Riezel's back.

"Also, I'll remind you, status is the biggest secret of everyone blessed. Generally, except for the most trusted Familia members and the God of your Familia, you shouldn't disclose information about your status to anyone. This is to avoid your power being figured out by those with ill intentions, attracting unnecessary trouble."

Loki's face turned serious for the first time, looking at Riezel with great sincerity.

"Especially you, Riezel. Apart from Familia members, you better not let anyone know about your magic and skills."

There was no doubt that his magic and skills were abilities beyond the norm.

Perhaps he still needed to explore, but as a Goddess with broad knowledge and extraordinary insight, Loki could already see their capabilities and potential.

It was something that would undoubtedly shock and even drive certain entities crazy.

Therefore, she must remind him of this matter with seriousness.

"Got it." Riezel nodded.

Naturally, he wouldn't casually reveal his status to outsiders. He knew that the things you could keep hidden were often the keys to victory and the aces up your sleeve.

"Good that you understand, kiddo." Loki finally relaxed but then grinned mischievously. "Of course, you don't have to be overly cautious. Loki Familia isn't just any random group. If anyone dares to make a move on you without good reason, they better be ready to lose some hands."

Loki, with blood on her fingertips, made a mark on Riezel's back. Ripples spread across his back like the surface of a disturbed pond.

Before long, his status on the back vanished and was locked. Unless she used her blood to unlock it, or someone resorted to forbidden means, no one could reveal it.

Riezel felt he could probably unlock it himself using Loki's blood, given his acquired skill. However, he had no intention of doing so.

"All set!" Loki clapped her hands, looking triumphant and satisfied.

Riezel, now dressed, burned the parchment with his status written on it by the lamp and then turned to Loki.

"When can I go to the dungeon?" Riezel asked calmly.

"The hell? Are you in a hurry?" Loki rolled her eyes. "Just received a blessing, and you're already itching to dive into the dungeon? Aren't you tired, kiddo?"

According to Riezel's story, he had just arrived in Orario today. Though Loki didn't know where he came from, wanting to join Loki Familia on the first day, receiving a blessing, and immediately expressing a desire to enter the dungeon suggested remarkable energy.

"You better rest well first. Once you're settled, we can discuss other matters. I'll have someone take you to an empty room. Tomorrow, we can show you around the manor and introduce you to everyone." Loki said irritably while waving her hand. "Now, go rest."

Hearing this, Riezel unconsciously frowned but quickly relaxed.

"Can I take this with me?" Riezel pointed to the short sword casually lying on Loki's bed.

"You fancy that?" Loki looked strangely at him. "Sure, take it. It's more of a decorative piece than a functional weapon. Its value as an artwork far exceeds its performance as a weapon. If you take it, it's just for self-defense, got it?"

"That's enough for me." Riezel smiled slightly. "I just want something for self-defense anyway. Walking around empty-handed feels a bit unsafe."

"Is that so?" Loki squinted her eyes at him for a while, then waved her hand. "Take it then. Consider it a gift for the newcomer."

"Thank you." Riezel bowed his head before picking up the short sword and soon left the divine room.

"I thought he was a steady kid. Turns out he's got an impatient side too..." Loki muttered softly as she watched him leave.

She then shook her head.

"Well, whatever. All the kids in this Familia are like this, always carrying some heavy burden. I hope this kid can grow up smoothly."

Inside the divine room, Loki, seemingly unreliable at first glance but with a mind both meticulous and farsighted, quietly closed her eyes.

===

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Twilight Manor, Riezel clutched a flamboyantly decorated short sword and departed. His gaze was fixed on the very center of the city.

There stood a towering building, even taller than the central tower of Twilight Manor, soaring high enough to overlook the entire city—a colossal ivory tower.

"Is that Babel?"

The Tower of Babel was the most crucial and iconic structure in Orario. It served numerous functions and purposes. Among its various functions and purposes, the most vital was acting as the lid for the dungeon, suppressing the entrance of the dungeon beneath the tower.

Yes.

The entrance to the dungeon lay right beneath that ivory giant.

'Sorry, Loki.'

In Riezel's eyes, a glint of cold determination flickered.

'I don't have much time.'

He immediately headed in the direction of Babel.

His goal was the dungeon.


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章節 8: Dungeon and Excitement

Long, long ago, there was a massive hole in the world.

It was a colossal abyss capable of birthing endless monsters, a veritable dungeon of darkness.

Countless heteromorphic creatures spewed forth from this hole, wreaking havoc across the surface, and leaving destruction in their wake. They swept through forests, mountains, valleys, oceans, and the sky, spreading chaos to every corner of the world.

Mortals suffered greatly and were ruthlessly trampled upon.

In their pursuit to regain dignity, restore peace, and avenge their fallen brethren, they transcended racial barriers. United, they set out to confront the monsters.

After countless years of struggle, led and fueled by figures later known as 'Heroes', mortals managed to drive the monsters back into the root of the abyss. Above this abyss, they erected a fortress.

This fortress became known as the Labyrinth City—Orario.

The great hole was called the 'Dungeon'.

The 'Dungeon' was a 'Labyrinth'.

Inside, lay a world different from the surface.

In this world, there were countless floors.

No one knew the exact number.

People only knew that each floor of the dungeon had a unique environment and terrain. The types of monsters varied, growing more complex and powerful as one descended deeper. Those with insufficient strength couldn't progress far, even on the first floor, considered the safest with the weakest monsters, where danger still lurked for an ordinary person.

Even those blessed with abilities and possessing status needed courage and like-minded comrades to venture into the dungeon.

During the daytime, adventurers who had received blessings from various Familias gathered in the square in front of Babel. They registered with the Guild, which managed Orario, to explore the labyrinth as their main duty.

They formed parties, delving into the dungeon together, seeking immense wealth, fame, and prestige in this 'unknown' territory.

As for the night, it was uncommon for adventurers to enter the dungeon. However, on this pitch-black night, a figure entered Babel. Passing through the ornate doors of the first floor, along the steps bordering a massive hole, the figure entered the dungeon's 1st Floor.

The reckless figure had no proper armor or equipment, just casual clothes with zero protective equipment.

Gripping a short sword, the figure ventured forth.

A boundless silence pervaded.

The figure, who was none other than Riezel, raised his eyes, gazing ahead, and saw a network of tunnels extending in all directions like underground passages.

The walls and ceiling were a uniform light blue.

Well-organized paths formed at intervals, featuring intersections, crossroads, gentle slopes, and other terrains.

No other figures were around.

At this moment, quite literally, Riezel stepped into a dungeon, an underground labyrinth.

"It feels a bit like back when I was surviving in the wilderness, accidentally stumbling into a bear's den."

Riezel walked casually through the tunnel, his footsteps ringing clear in the silent surroundings.

*GRRR!*

*GRRR!*

Whether drawn by his careless footsteps or not, faint roars hidden in the darkness began to emerge.

Riezel's gaze shifted, his steps unyielding, eyes fixed straight ahead toward the end of the tunnel. There, at a fork in the path, pairs of crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. Monsters, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their prey to approach, silently appeared.

It wasn't until he got closer that he could make out the appearance of the monster.

It was a creature with a dog-like head and sharp claws and teeth—Kobold.

With a breath that seemed almost like taking a breather, one Kobold impatiently broke away from the group, stepping out of the darkness.

Smaller than Riezel, uglier than a human, yet exuding a menacing aura, encountering a creature of fantasy for the first time was undoubtedly shocking for him.

However, he didn't stop walking.

*GRAAA!*

As if it had found prey delivered to its doorstep, the Kobold roared sharply and leaped at him. The vicious creature, constantly expanding in his pupils, approached relentlessly.

"Hahhh..."

*Ba-dump!* *Ba-dump!* *Ba-dump!*

Riezel, exhaling a breath, struggled to control his pounding heart.

"This feeling... It's been a while."

A rare, natural smile appeared on his lips.

Despite facing danger, he not only felt no fear but instead entered an inexplicable state of excitement.

Recalling the first time he left home, leaving the sight of family, and seeking extreme adventures outside, his feelings were just like this—not anxious or uneasy but rather strangely excited.

Perhaps it was the numbness that lasted too long.

Perhaps it was the familiarity that lasted too long.

Once oppressed and bound for too long, Riezel, like a rebound from the bottom, would suddenly change when faced with highly stimulating things. In this state of inexplicable excitement, his steps never slowed down as he watched the Kobold pounce toward him.

From walking to a brisk pace.

From a brisk pace to a run.

Then sprinting.

With this unyielding charge, Riezel fearlessly rushed toward the unknown creature he had never encountered before.

*GRAAA!*

The Kobold immediately revealed a fierce look in its eyes and thrust its sharp claws towards his head.

In the next second, accompanied by a metal clashing sound, the Kobold's claws landed on a fancily decorated short sword.

As Riezel approached the Kobold to the limit, he boldly raised the short sword, blocking the claw attack aimed at his head.

*BANG!*

The next moment, a muffled sound erupted.

It was Riezel, who had blocked the Kobold's attack, using his free hand to clench into a fist and deliver a punch to the menacing dog-like head.

*GRRR!*

The Kobold let out a howl of pain, its slender frame unable to withstand the impact of the punch, and it was thrown to the ground.

*GRRR!*

*GRRR!*

Seeing their comrade's unsuccessful attack, knocked down by the prey they were expecting, the remaining Kobolds hiding in the darkness couldn't sit still. They all rushed out, charging towards Riezel.

Witnessing this, his heartbeat accelerated even more, and the excitement in his heart increased. He felt a surge of strength coursing through his entire body.

This was the result of adrenaline being triggered.

The scene before him reminded him of his survival experiences in the wilderness.

There was a time when he was ambushed by a pack of wolves at night in the wilderness, and just like now, he was attacked by multiple fierce wolves.

Recalling that moment, his body moved instinctively.

Although Riezel had transmigrated from an ordinary world without any mysteries or extraordinary powers, having experienced wilderness survival and extreme sports, his original body was naturally not bad.

Despite the original owner of his current body being an ignorant and incompetent person, as a farmer's child who had worked in the countryside, in terms of stamina and body, his current body was not lacking.

This allowed Riezel to put to good use the combat techniques and self-defense knowledge he had learned for self-protection in his previous life.

So, faced with the oncoming attack of several Kobolds, he chose the most appropriate course of action.

"Ga?"

The Kobold that was originally wailing on the ground realized it had been lifted.

Riezel grabbed the leg of the fallen Kobold and swung it forcefully, throwing it towards the approaching group of Kobolds.

*BANG!*

Once again, a muffled sound echoed. In the Kobold's cries, the two in the front were hit by their flying comrade.

The Kobold group immediately fell into chaos.

The front Kobolds fell one after another.

The rear Kobolds stumbled over the fallen ones in front, momentarily losing their charge.

At that moment, Riezel moved again.

He initiated a charge, reaching the nearest Kobold, taking advantage of its confusion, and during the chaos, the short sword in his hand suddenly rose, stabbing into its head.

*GRAAAAA—!!!*

A piercing scream echoed as the Kobold collapsed to the ground with blood splattering in all directions.

A drop of blood tainted Riezel's face, shimmering against his cold, glittering eyes, making him resemble a heartless devil.

*GRRR!*

The last Kobold seemed infuriated, stepping on its fallen comrade one by one and charging toward Riezel in rage.

In response, Riezel seized the lifeless Kobold from the ground, hoisting its slender body as if it were a hammer. He swung it fiercely, creating a howling sound as he sent the approaching Kobold flying.

The short sword in his hand saw little use, only employed by him to parry the claws and fangs of the Kobolds. Otherwise, he wielded it for a lethal strike, thrusting the sharp sword edge into the vital points of his enemies.

The duration of this battle seemed indefinite.

*Pu-chi!*

Before long, Riezel thrust his short sword into the chest of the last Kobold, piercing its heart.

With the fall of the final Kobold, the battle concluded.

The dungeon once again returned to silence.

Standing amidst the corpses of Kobolds, surrounded by blood and monster remnants, Riezel glanced at his blood-soaked hands and sword. The crimson stain on his cheek stood out vividly.

"Not enough..." Riezel murmured suddenly. "It's not enough..."

*Ba-dump!* *Ba-dump!* *Ba-dump!*

His heart continued to race.

The pulsating blood refused to calm.

A surge of intense emotion filled his chest as if he had expelled all the depression accumulated from past constraints.

"It can be even more intense..." Riezel muttered words from the depths of his being.

Following the whispers within, he discarded his refined demeanor, transforming into a berserker chasing after something unseen as he took a step deeper into the dungeon.


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