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After working on his realm for a while, Lucian returned to his physical body in the Hephaestus Familia compound.
While constructing his ntal world, designing World Bubbles, and programming system functions were critical, he couldn't afford to neglect his physical conditioning. The joint expedition was fast approaching, and it was highly likely a ssenger would arrive soon to brief him. His prediction was spot-on, though the ssenger was entirely unexpected. Instead of Alfia or teria, a behemoth of a man from the Zeus Familia stood at the gates.
"Greetings. I am Zald, an executive of the Zeus Familia," the towering, red-haired warrior bood with a hearty, good-natured laugh.
"A pleasure to et you. I am Lucian," Lucian replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the man. "Gluttony Zald. If this was just a simple notification regarding the expedition schedule, there would be no need for you to co personally. You're poisoned. You ca here hoping I might have a cure, didn't you?"
"Incredible. You saw through it with a single glance?" Zald blinked, genuine astonishnt washing over his rugged face.
But then again, considering this young man possessed the miraculous ability to suppress both Alfia and teria's incurable ailnts, spotting a lethal toxin was perfectly within his wheelhouse. It filled Zald with a renewed surge of hope; this kid was the real deal.
"This is my consultation fee," Zald said, pulling out a heavy bankbook.
Money was the only thing he could reasonably offer. For a high-tier adventurer of his standing, wealth was trivial. Moreover, the Zeus Familia, Hera Familia, and the Guild essentially operated out of the sa wallet; he could likely expense the dical bill anyway.
The horrifying poison currently ravaging Zald's body was the direct result of his battle against the King of the Land, Behemoth. To secure victory, Zald activated his unique skill and consud a chunk of the Behemoth's flesh, triggering an explosive, catastrophic surge in his stats that allowed him to deliver the killing blow.
"Let take a look first," Lucian stepped forward, holding his hand roughly thirty centiters from Zald's chest. He silently activated the [Ga Board] scanning protocol.
Monts later, Zald's comprehensive status panel materialized in Lucian's mind. Zald was a Level 7 juggernaut. He earned the alias 'Gluttony' due to his unique, rule-breaking skill: Deus Ambrosia. It was an absolute consumption enhancent. By devouring beasts, humans, monsters, or literally anything in existence, his stats would permanently skyrocket. It was an impossibly rare, ga-breaking ability that allowed him to casually slaughter opponents far above his own level.
However, the Behemoth's flesh was saturated with a toxin that was absurdly potent. While Zald successfully absorbed the temporary super-buff to obliterate the beast, his body was fundantally incapable of digesting or expelling the poison. The toxin had thoroughly intertwined with his bloodstream and muscle tissue, ravenously devouring his vitality every waking second. It wasn't just his blood—likely every single bodily fluid he produced was lethally toxic. He was only surviving this long due to his insanely high Abnormal Resistance.
Without a miracle, his terminal illness was an absolute certainty. He was just waiting to die.
"[Party Function]," Lucian snapped his fingers.
A stream of ethereal text populated Zald's vision, alongside a human-shaped silhouette densely clustered with violently pulsating green specks.
"This is..." Zald muttered, his eyes widening.
"I've visually manifested your current physical state," Lucian explained calmly.
Visually manifesting my physical state... Zald stared at the hologram. Although he had intimately felt his body breaking down for months, actually seeing the terrifying density of the poison eating away at his organs sent a cold chill down his spine.
"Can it be cured?" Zald asked, his voice tight.
"Easily," Lucian replied, snapping his fingers once more. "[Teleportation Network]."
A surge of ntal energy flared, and the world dissolved around them, instantly depositing them into the secure bathhouse Lucian had constructed in Beltane.
"Get in," Lucian ordered, pointing at the steaming, crystal-clear water.
The Spring of Life's primary function was to violently hyper-stimulate biological vitality, making it the absolute perfect catalyst to purge the necrotic damage caused by Zald's poison.
"Right," Zald nodded, stripping down and sinking into the sacred waters without hesitation.
A profound, impossibly dense wave of vitality surged into his pores, forcing a long, shuddering sigh from his lips. Ever since he had choked down the Behemoth's flesh, he had been trapped in a state of unceasing, agonizing torture. For the first ti in months, the pain vanished. Zald closed his eyes, savoring the absolute bliss, before cracking them open to watch Lucian work.
Lucian was currently channeling his magic, inscribing a massive, impossibly complex network of black magical arrays across the floor and walls. These arrays functioned as an automated, self-sustaining ritual loop. As long as the spring provided ambient mana, the array would never deactivate.
"[Purification Ritual]," Lucian chanted softly.
A pillar of blinding, holy light erupted from the array, perfectly engulfing Zald. This wasn't a standard, fleeting healing spell; it was a continuous, heavy-duty suppression wave grinding away at the toxin on a cellular level.
"Keep an eye on the hologram. Once all the green specks vanish, you're fully cured," Lucian instructed.
If Lucian had to manually channel the purification magic, it would drain his stamina for days. But by utilizing the Spring of Life as a perpetual battery, he simply constructed an automated ritual loop and let it run.
"Thank you," Zald said, his voice thick with genuine gratitude.
Seeing such a terrifying, colossal warlord offer such a humble thanks was wildly jarring.
"By the way, when does the expedition officially deploy?" Lucian asked.
"As soon as I'm fully recovered," Zald replied.
"That shouldn't take long. Based on my magical diagnostics, you'll be completely purged in roughly two and a half days," Lucian estimated. "I'll co pick you up when the ti is up. If you get hungry, just ask the villagers outside for so rations."
"Don't worry about it. It's only two days," Zald waved him off, completely unbothered. "Honestly, soaking in this water and feeling the magic work gives far more peace of mind than a al."
Every ti an adventurer Leveled Up, their entire biological existence underwent an elevation of their life status—a phenonon the gods referred to as the Sublimation of Body and Soul. While maximizing base stats was akin to standard physical training, Leveling Up was an explosive dinsional leap in energy density. A Level 1 adventurer had a massive appetite and high endurance, easily surviving a few days without food. For a Level 7 monster like Zald, skipping a couple of als was literally nothing.
Right now, he cared infinitely more about scouring every last drop of poison from his veins.
"Suit yourself. I'll see you later," Lucian offered a lazy wave and vanished in a flash of teleportation light.
"What an absurdly convenient magic," Zald muttered into the empty room, a profound sense of awe settling over him.
It wasn't just convenient for travel; its strategic applications were utterly terrifying. The absolute hardest part of any major Dungeon expedition was logistics—protecting the fragile supply train of food, weapons, and potions while hauling hundreds of pounds of monster drops, all while fending off endless hordes of monsters. It was a logistical nightmare.
With Lucian's magic, the concept of a supply line was completely eradicated. With the combined might of the Zeus and Hera Familias unchained from logistical limitations, there was a genuine possibility they could finally conquer the deepest depths of the Dungeon.
Both Familias held impossibly high expectations for this campaign after witnessing Lucian's capabilities. It wasn't just about honoring their deal with him; it was the perfect opportunity to grind the monuntal feats required for Zald and Alfia to Level Up, pushing humanity closer to the bottom floor. Initially, the executives had been stressing over how to keep a fragile Level 1 rookie alive in the Deep Levels. Now? They realized it wasn't even a concern. An ambush might be dangerous, but since Lucian actively volunteered to enter the Deep Levels, he likely possessed his own life-saving thods.
Furthermore, since Lucian had actively requested to travel to the Deep Levels, it heavily implied he possessed his own lethal counterasures. His arsenal was already absurdly vast; nobody in either Familia treated him like a standard rookie anymore. In fact, both Zeus and Hera viewed Lucian's sudden, unexplainable arrival as a literal miracle.
With the ancient pact between the gods and the Dungeon nearing its expiration, and no records of his origins existing anywhere in the world, the executives had co to a silent, unanimous conclusion. Lucian was the ultimate carry, delivered straight into their laps by Fate itself!
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