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"Congratulations, Ais." Lucian watched Ais gradually calm down and chuckled softly. "You are now an adventurer, walking the sa path as your father once did. I imagine your mother also hopes that you can grow up safely and drift alongside the wind."
"Thank you." Ais looked at Lucian with profound gratitude.
At this mont, Ais finally stopped hyper-focusing on her parents' deaths and the Black Dragon. Now, Lucian's figure was reflected in her eyes. He was the first person she saw upon waking up. He had comforted her, encouraged her, made her an adventurer, and showed her that her mother was still by her side. Her extre emotions had smoothed over slightly, and only now did Ais truly take notice of Lucian.
"Here, this is your weapon." Lucian handed Ais a sword while simultaneously equipping her with armor.
The armor consisted only of a chest plate, arm guards, a waist guard, and knee pads. This lightweight setup was exactly the sa attire Ais wore when she grew up in the original story. The sword was forged from an unbreakable tal, rendering it incredibly sturdy, though its sharpness and flexibility were slightly lower compared to normal weapons of the sa tier. "Unbreakable" weapons weren't literally immune to destruction. They rely possessed the unbreakable trait, crafted from an alloy that fused multiple materials and imbued with the unbreakable attribute.
Besides being unbreakable, this sword was also inscribed with magic formulas. It was an Unbreakable Magic Sword. The magic sword's function was energy accumulation. This would allow her to execute a technique similar to Bell Cranel's Argo Vesta.
"This sword is nad Hope. The Sword of Hope." Lucian chuckled softly. "I hope it can beco an aid on your path to success. Whether it's for revenge or to protect others, as long as you sincerely desire it from the bottom of your heart, it will help you achieve your goals."
Generally speaking, a weapon is nad by its wielder. In the original story, Ais nad her unbreakable weapon the Sword of Despair. Lucian, however, did the exact opposite, intentionally stripping Ais of her right to na it. All of his actions were a form of suggestion—a psychological push to guide her toward a positive and uplifting mindset.
Sotis, employing such tactics was necessary. Sincerity was only the baseline. Operating purely on 'all emotion and no technique' was far too clumsy and made achieving goals exceedingly difficult.
"Sword of Hope..." Ais gazed at the sword in her hands, a sliver of expectation welling up inside her.
An expectation for the future. This was sothing her eyes had completely lacked just monts ago.
Bheara pondered from the sidelines. Seeing the light return to Ais's eyes, she couldn't help but sigh in admiration inwardly. Lucian, this guy is too good at this.
Although she was a Goddess of entertainnt and mischief, she truly didn't want to see a child in such a state. It was a headache even for her, and incredibly hard to deal with. She hadn't expected Lucian to soothe her so effectively in such a short amount of ti. It left Bheara feeling sowhat impressed.
"Next, I will grant you access rights and teach you how to get stronger." Lucian said, "This is an invitation. It is a contract far deeper than rely joining a God's Familia. Ais, do you want to beco mine?"
Hearing Lucian's words, even though Ais didn't understand the full scope of it, she chose to trust him.
"Okay," Ais said, adding, "As long as I can beco stronger."
Hearing this, Lucian couldn't help but flash a warm smile. He gently tapped his finger against Ais's forehead. A wisp of psychic energy ford a seal, branding itself onto her soul. With this, even if Ais were to die, she could be resurrected within his ntal landscape.
But the price was equally obvious. By becoming a resident of the Divine Court, she would never be able to leave Lucian's side for her entire life, not even in death. While it sounded cruel, compared to the benefits she gained, it wasn't even worth ntioning. Gaining eternal life, imnse power, and the opportunity to traverse countless worlds—was this really a price to pay?
No. This was hope.
After accepting the brand of the Divine Court, nurous concepts flooded into Ais's mind, leaving her feeling amazed.
"For the residents of the Divine Court, these functions are fundantal rights," Lucian explained.
The functions that the Zeus Familia and Hera Familia had been enjoying over the past few days were now freely available for Ais to use. Furthermore, she could even use the functions that they didn't have access to. Setting aside features like the God's-eye view, Ais was granted the Hero's Aptitude panel, complete with an experience point system. This ant that, just like Lucian, she could allocate stat points after gaining experience by killing monsters.
Of course, this couldn't be done inside the Divine Court itself. The power within the Divine Court needed to be continuously circulated; she would have to kill monsters in the real world to acquire experience points.
There were also teleportation and spatial storage functions. Although she couldn't teleport anywhere on a whim, she could teleport back to the Divine Court, and then use the Divine Court's portal to appear at any recorded coordinate.
These functions alone were already absurdly overpowered. But beyond that, there were tangible resources like the Spring of Life and the Freezing Spring of Life—things that could completely double as the highest-grade restorative potions, which Ais could literally use to take baths.
"There's no rush. I'll slowly teach you how to use these functions." Lucian watched Ais's bewildered expression, patted her head, and then walked to the center of the Divine Court.
In the center of the Divine Court stood a massive portal radiating a brilliant, multicolored light. Upon arriving here, options would naturally pop into the minds of the Divine Court's residents, allowing them to operate the portal's functions through re thought.
[Enter Colosseum.]
Lucian selected the teleportation option, and together with Ais, arrived in his second World Bubble: the Colosseum. The sky here was identical to the one in the Divine Court. There were no stars or moon, yet it maintained an eerie, constant brightness. Staring at the sky from within the World Bubble allowed one to look straight through the bubble's barrier, revealing the wondrous, shifting colors of the ntal landscape. Of course, this was only temporary. Bheara had already begun helping him design a starry sky for the Divine Court.
As for the Colosseum, a simple copy-and-paste would suffice. The highest level of the Colosseum was composed of a marble platform, much like the Divine Court, and could be used as an arena. A single portal stood at its peak. Next to the portal were stairs, offering two ways to descend: physical passage and teleportation.
[Proceed to the first floor.]
Lucian teleported, arriving at the first floor of the Colosseum. Down here, the sky was replaced by a ceiling. They materialized in a corner of the arena, completely surrounded by monsters.
Ais gripped her weapon nervously, watching as a horde of monsters turned around and locked their gazes onto them. No—to be precise, they were staring directly at Ais.
The monsters on the first floor included Goblins, Kobolds, Lizardn, and Frog Shooters, all sourced straight from the Dungeon. Slightly further away lurked even stronger monsters, though since they had aggro ranges, they wouldn't be easily drawn over. Even so, having such a dense swarm of monsters glaring at them was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
"Go on. Find your rhythm in the midst of battle." Lucian gave Ais a light pat on the head, then took two steps back.
Ais took a deep breath, fixing a resolute, steely gaze on the horde.
"Die!!" Ais scread, launching herself forward.
"Raaaargh!!" The monsters brandished their crude stone weapons and charged straight at her.
She plowed through their ranks recklessly. Her blade left fatal, gaping wounds with just a light graze, making it look as though she were wielding a peerless divine artifact. But that wasn't the case at all. While her weapon had strong performance stats, its primary trait was absolute durability. The actual damage output depended entirely on the wielder.
Without a doubt, the Avenger skill was the absolute bane of all monsters. When facing monsters or dragon species, the damage modifier multiplied—making her the bona fide Princess of the Dungeon.
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