A shimmering golden potion rested in Ryan's hand, its liquid surface glowing with an almost ethereal radiance. This was no ordinary Felix Felicis—it was something far beyond. Brewed using top-tier magical ingredients and refined in near-divine alchemical equipment within the pagoda, this concoction had taken half a year to reach completion.
It wasn't just a potion anymore.
It was alive.
With a decisive motion, Ryan uncorked the bottle and drank it down in one gulp. The moment the golden liquid slid down his throat, a surge of absolute confidence flooded his being. His instincts sharpened to an unparalleled degree, guiding him with an almost supernatural certainty.
A thought rose unbidden in his mind.
"I feel like heading to the dungeon."
Another thought followed immediately.
"I should wear my Keyblade Armor."
The moment the decision formed, his armor materialized around him—sleek and knight-like, forged of unknown metal, with a polished steel finish and black trim matching the Keyblade in his grip. He opted to leave the helmet off for now.
A final touch—his Invisibility Cloak draped itself over his shoulders like a regal silver cape.
Satisfied, he stepped out the door.
---
The moment Ryan emerged onto the bustling streets of Orario, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations hushed as people instinctively stepped aside, making way for the enigmatic figure moving with absolute purpose.
It wasn't that he was intimidating—no, it was something greater.
His presence demanded attention.
He walked with unwavering confidence, exuding an aura of power so tangible it sent shivers down the spines of those who passed him.
As he strode past the Hostess of Fertility, a certain silver-haired waitress—Syr, or rather, Freya in disguise—was mid-conversation when she froze.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Her silver eyes widened, pupils dilating as Ryan's soul brushed against her senses like an intoxicating caress.
A shudder ran down her spine, her entire body reacting involuntarily.
At that very moment, two goddesses happened to be exiting the tavern—Hephaestus and Hestia.
Hephaestus glanced at Ryan absentmindedly—and then did a double take.
Her single crimson eye sharpened, scrutinizing his armor and weapon with intense interest.
There were several reasons for her intrigue:
First—she couldn't recognize the materials of his armor or weapon, and as Orario's greatest smith, that fact alone was staggering.
Second—she felt an overwhelming fire radiating from him, something that resonated deeply with her as the Goddess of the Forge.
Hestia, on the other hand, was simply awestruck.
"Woah… he looks amazing!" she whispered, practically vibrating with excitement.
Hephaestus smirked. "Impressive, isn't he?"
"He's more than impressive!" Hestia's hands clenched into eager fists. "He'd be perfect for my Familia! I should go talk to him—"
But before she could move, Syr—who had been staring at Ryan like he was the second coming of divinity—whispered his name.
"Ryan…"
Hephaestus and Hestia immediately whipped around to face her.
"You know him?" Hephaestus asked, curiosity deepening.
Syr, still dazed, nodded absently.
"He doesn't belong to any Familia."
Hestia's eyes lit up like a festival bonfire.
"Seriously?! Then—"
"You might be able to meet him through his dungeon advisor, Rose, at the guild," Syr murmured dreamily.
She had no idea why she was even giving them this information.
Her mind was too preoccupied trying not to melt under the sheer pleasure of Ryan's soul brushing against hers.
She failed spectacularly.
A breathless moan escaped her lips.
Hestia blinked. "Uh… Syr?"
Syr, realizing what she had done, turned beet red and bolted back into the tavern.
Hephaestus sighed. "Looks like we should investigate this Ryan further."
Hestia nodded furiously.
Freya, who was still recovering from the unexpected pleasure Ryan's soul had inadvertently inflicted upon her, was not amused.
Her grip on the tray tightened dangerously.
Damn him, now I need to change my panties and I'm horny!
---
Completely unaware of the chaos he had left behind—or simply not caring—Ryan arrived at the dungeon entrance.
And then, he vanished.
His speed exploded, and within seconds, he was already deep into the lower floors.
The very first monster he encountered was a Jack Bird, an incredibly rare monster that dropped golden eggs worth 1,000,000 valis each.
Ryan bisected it instantly, the shimmering egg dropping into his waiting hand.
That wasn't the first, nor was it the last.
As he blitzed through the dungeon, monsters flocked to him.
Goblins. Kobolds. Jack Birds. Cave Lizards.
It didn't matter what appeared in his path—they died instantly.
With every kill, a warmth surged through his body.
His level skyrocketed at an absurd pace.
1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10…
Upon reaching Level 10, a system prompt flashed before his eyes, offering a new skill selection.
Without hesitation, he chose Luck.
And he kept going.
---
At some point, he encountered an unexpected sight—a small, brown-haired girl, collapsed and covered in blood.
Liliruca Arde.
Ryan tilted his head.
"Oh?"
Biting his finger, he let a single drop of his immortal blood fall into her mouth.
Almost immediately, her body reacted, healing at a frightening rate.
Satisfied, he stored her within the pagoda's ninth floor, ensuring her safe recovery.
Then, he moved on.
---
The dungeon seemed eager to test him.
Mutated monsters appeared in droves, their enhanced magic stones worth fortunes.
A Monster Party triggered, summoning hundreds of creatures at once.
Ryan wiped them out effortlessly, collecting a mountain of rare materials.
Then, something else happened.
Every so often, small flashes of light flickered from his body, digging into the dungeon walls.
Gem was working.
She was harvesting rare dungeon metals—Mithril, Adamantite, Orichalcum…
The dungeon itself was being robbed of its riches.
---
Descending deeper into the dungeon, the air grew thick with heat as Hellhounds emerged from the shadows, their snarling forms illuminated by the fiery orbs forming in their mouths.
With a unified roar, they launched a barrage of fireballs, scorching the tunnel walls with intense heat.
Ryan didn't even flinch.
The moment the flames touched him, they simply vanished, absorbed into his body without leaving so much as a singed mark.
He was a Logia user, a being of elemental supremacy—their fire meant nothing to him.
With an almost bored expression, he slashed through them, his attacks instantaneous and absolute. The Hellhounds barely had time to register their deaths before their bodies vanished into drops of magic stone dust.
More experience. More power.
And so, he pressed on.
---
As Ryan ventured deeper, the monsters grew stronger.
Orcs. Silverbacks. Minotaurs. Infant Dragons.
Creatures that would send Level 2 and 3 adventurers into a desperate struggle.
To him, they were nothing more than fleeting obstacles.
A Silverback lunged, its massive gorilla-like frame shaking the ground with raw physical power.
It died mid-leap, its head severed cleanly.
A Minotaur, wielding its infamous brutal strength, charged with a deafening bellow.
Its momentum halted instantly as Ryan's blade pierced its heart, its massive body crumbling into magic stones.
An Infant Dragon, its scales gleaming with the promise of immense defense, roared defiantly.
Ryan merely raised a hand—and an invisible shockwave burst forth, crushing the beast's skull before it could even react.
15, 17, 19…
His level climbed at an almost absurd pace.
Then—20.
A familiar notification flashed before his eyes.
[ You have leveled up! ]
Ryan glanced at his new skill options. This time, one word stood out.
[Mystery]
An enigmatic ability, shrouded in secrecy, capable of granting access to unique magical phenomena beyond normal comprehension.
He chose it without hesitation.
---
Finally, he reached the 17th floor—a vast, open cavern shrouded in eerie silence.
At its center stood a towering behemoth.
The Goliath.
Perfect timing.
The dungeon had just spawned it in.
A smirk played across Ryan's lips. "Lucky me."
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