Hated by the Dungeon.
When Ron was exploring the Dungeon, not only could the floor environnts change at any ti, he would also encounter attacks from aberrant special monsters.
This kind of debuff was enough to give Hestia a headache just from looking at it.
'Despicable outsider…'
'If I rember correctly, isn't this treatnt sothing only gods receive when they enter the Dungeon?'
She really could not understand it.
But when combined with this new familia mber's "Revival" skill, the girl suddenly felt that the Dungeon's hatred toward him was not without cause.
Being able to revive after being killed.
There was a limit to the number of tis, but the count could be increased by accumulating points through killing monsters—this was absolutely an unprecedented thod in Orario.
As for "Character Save," she could not understand it, but it left her deeply shocked.
This was simply genius!
Ron had just obtained a blessing, yet as a novice adventurer he already possessed three skills.
Hestia had already begun to look forward to him creating a picture-book-like heroic epic on the grand stage that was Orario and the Dungeon.
The girl raised her head, her tone solemn.
"Ron."
"The talent you possess is absolutely enough to support your dreams, and it can even make your future life of exploration in Orario filled with aning!"
Could it be that I really am a pro?
After becoming an adventurer, Ron had not felt any obvious changes in his body, but after hearing these words, he could not help but feel a sense of anticipation.
That was, until he clearly saw the attribute panel engraved on the parchnt, and his smile gradually disappeared.
The difficulty of Dungeon exploration strategies had clearly increased, in exchange for a cheat that allowed revival—no matter how you looked at it, it felt familiar?
Damn it, the Souls-like ga is still chasing !
Overall: my revival skill is extrely bugged, but the Souls-like nightmare-difficulty Dungeon exploration just happens to perfectly fix this problem.
As for the final skill nad "Character Save."
It should be—by consuming Soul Shard items, extracting NPC characters from the Souls-like ga, and after use, obtaining the various abilities of that character.
"Maybe."
Ron's mood was hard to describe.
At the very least, possessing the Souls-like protagonist's "Rewind" ability could provide the necessary safety guarantee for his upcoming Dungeon adventuring life.
But after turning on cheats, it always felt like sothing would be lost.
"By the way, Ron, do you have a place to stay?" After the excitent of discovering that her new familia mber was a genius gradually faded, Hestia realized the key issue.
Ron had co to Orario specifically to beco an adventurer.
Without even thinking, it was obvious that in this unfamiliar city he definitely had no place to settle, and to make matters worse, her familia had only just been established and did not even have a proper familia headquarters.
"If not…"
At this point, the image of her close friend Hephaestus inexplicably ca to the girl's mind. Perhaps she could help solve the familia's lodging problem.
Hestia did not make any promises. "I can help you ask."
"Then I'll trouble you, Lady Hestia."
Of course Ron would not refuse.
After transmigrating into the DanMachi world and successfully becoming an adventurer, the next things he needed to consider were his food, clothing, housing, and transportation in Orario.
After all, this was not a ga, where once you got tired of playing you could just save on the spot and log out.
But the advantage of joining Hestia's familia lay precisely here—because this young goddess could, outside of Dungeon exploration, provide help within her ans.
"It's no trouble!"
She was well aware that her current self was not a qualified goddess.
And the trust coming from her new familia mber, Ron, filled Hestia with motivation. At the very least, she wanted to appear as reliable as possible in front of him.
She clenched her fist, her tone serious.
"Since you are my familia child, taking care of you is my responsibility."
...
"No way."
"I said it from the very beginning—letting you stay at my place is already the limit of what I can tolerate, let alone the fact that you've already ford a familia. That's only reasonable."
"You lot should be going to find your own familia headquarters!"
Upon seeing her close friend again, Hephaestus did not even need to ask to guess that the person in front of her was definitely about to cause her trouble again.
Staying at her place and freeloading food and lodging was one thing.
After all, she was one of the few friends she had back in Heaven. But Hestia wanting to bring a man to live in her house—even if this person was a newly recruited familia mber—
That was equally unacceptable!
"You know that…"
"I only arrived in Orario not long ago. The only friend I know is you, and my relationship with the other gods isn't very good either." The girl stood where she was.
The way she used to act spoiled was clearly no longer going to work now.
Hestia could only cast a pleading look toward the tall back of her close friend. "It won't be for very long. Once we find a suitable familia headquarters…"
"Ron and I will move out right away!"
"This is the Guild's requirent. If you want to form a familia, you have to have a familia headquarters, even if the place is run-down." Hephaestus' tone was decisive.
"Secondly, I don't have any extra space here for your familia mber to live."
Of course, a large part of the reason was that she knew her close friend had an inherently lazy, gluttonous disposition.
Now that she had finally developed the intention to change, she had to strike while the iron was hot!
Although gods could not provide help with Dungeon exploration, Hestia also should do what she could to help her familia develop.
She slightly softened her tone. "As for the matter of a familia headquarters, you must find a way on your own, but I can help you from the standpoint of a friend."
"To provide your new familia mber with a weapon set that is more refined than the Adventurers' Guild's beginner equipnt."
"Then can I pick an expensive one?" The girl raised her head.
"…"
Hephaestus did not answer.
But from her helpless expression, Hestia felt there might still be room for discussion. She explained, "This child, Ron—his talent is very good."
"But for so reason, it caused him to be hated by the Dungeon."
"I don't have anything else that can help him, so I want to provide a set of equipnt good enough to give his Dungeon exploration a bit more safety."
"Hated by the Dungeon?"
The tall woman slowly turned around, her gaze extrely puzzled.
The conditions for incurring the Dungeon's hatred were very simple: gods, or items possessing high-intensity divinity, could both cause aberrations in the Dungeon environnt.
But for this kind of thing to appear on Ron, who had just beco an adventurer—
Hephaestus felt it was a change beyond imagination, and she directly asked, "But when I look at him, there isn't any aura of a god inside his body."
"Maybe it's related to Ron's other skills?"
"In any case, he really is the most talented child I've ever seen." Hestia did not talk too much about Ron's skills.
Even if her close friend could trust her unconditionally.
Carrying the Dungeon's hatred, and being able to revive after death—at least before Ron had grown up, these two pieces of information had to be kept as secret as possible.
"Then let's see…"
"How far the child you call very talented can grow." Hephaestus did not press further, but she could not help but feel curious: how far could the story of this boy hated by the Dungeon go?
It was full of the unknown.
She waved her hand casually. "As for weapons and equipnt, you can take him to the weapon shop to choose, but the total price should preferably not exceed three million valis."
"Forging also requires costs!"
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