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Chapter 39 - Dungeon Blitz

Bell Cranel stood at the gates of Orario, flanked by his two loves, Freya and Loki. The divine aura that radiated from him was subtle yet undeniable, like the soft hum of power that vibrated through the air wherever he went. Freya gazed at him with proud adoration, while Loki flashed her mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement for what was to come. Their time in Tenkai had changed everything. Bell was no longer just a mortal adventurer—he was something far more. His powers, now fully awakened and honed, made him a force beyond anything Genkai had ever seen.

With Ottar, the boar-like warrior, towering beside them and the ever-stoic Finn leading the way, the group moved with purpose. Ais, her blonde hair glowing in the daylight, stood ready with her sword, while the twins, Tiona and Tione, bounced with eager energy, their hands gripping their weapons tightly. The rest of Freya Familia's Level 7s followed behind, their battle-hardened faces alight with anticipation.

The air buzzed with excitement as they descended into the Dungeon together, ready to unleash their newfound strength.

The first few floors passed like a blur, barely more than an afterthought for adventurers of their caliber. With each strike, Bell could feel his body effortlessly reacting, his strength flowing through him like never before. The monsters were no match for the combined force of their group, and the adventurers relished in the thrill of battle.

Bell launched himself into the fray with an exhilaration that felt new, almost intoxicating. No longer did he have to hold back or worry about controlling his power. His movements were a symphony of combat—magic, divinity, and martial prowess blending seamlessly into a fluid dance of destruction.

A swipe of his hand summoned walls of fire that roared to life, swallowing hordes of monsters in their path. With a thought, he commanded the earth to rise, shattering creatures as they were crushed by his geokinesis. Each step he took resonated with divine energy, and his sword, now infused with his raw divinity, cleaved through the Dungeon's abominations like a blade cutting through air.

The deeper they went, the more Bell let loose. He darted from monster to monster, the thrill of battle singing in his veins. A flurry of punches, a devastating kick—his martial arts training flowed seamlessly with his magic. As he moved, Bell felt his divine energy humming beneath the surface, empowering each strike with supernatural strength. His attacks were no longer just physical or magical—they were divine.

"Ottar, to your left!" Bell called out, his voice steady yet filled with excitement.

The massive warrior grunted in acknowledgment, his great axe swinging down with brutal force. Bell watched as the ground cracked beneath Ottar's feet, the sheer power behind his strike obliterating the monsters in his path.

"Nice one!" Tiona laughed, her twin blades flashing as she danced through a group of monsters, cutting them down with joyful ease.

Ais, always silent but deadly, moved like the wind. Her sword, imbued with wind magic, slashed through the air with precision, each swing ending a creature's life. Bell couldn't help but admire her skill, but even more, he felt the joy of fighting alongside such powerful comrades.

Tione, grinning from ear to ear, punched through the armored hide of a giant beast, her knuckles crackling with the force of her impact. "We're gonna lose count of how many we've killed at this rate!"

"We already lost count!" Finn called back, his spear piercing through several monsters at once. The blond pallum commander's precision was unmatched, each thrust of his spear executing the perfect strike.

Bell laughed, the sound full of life. "Who cares about counting? Let's just keep going until we've had our fill!"

There was no need for strategy anymore—just the sheer, unadulterated joy of battle. They bulldozed through the floors, deeper and deeper into the Dungeon, without a care for what lay ahead. The walls crumbled before their might, monsters shattered into dust beneath their onslaught. Even the strongest beasts, the ones that had once been feared by the lower-level adventurers, barely lasted a moment against the combined might of Freya and Loki's Familia elites.

At one point, the Dungeon began to shift, its walls trembling as though the very structure of the labyrinth was recognizing the power they wielded. But they paid it no mind—Bell, in particular, was having the time of his life.

He could feel his stats rising with every battle. His mind reached out to his Falna, and the numbers surged like never before. It wasn't just experience—it was divine exelia. As he fought, he could feel himself growing stronger, his stats increasing far beyond what any mortal adventurer could achieve. Freya had whispered to him once that his divinity, and the act of heroism and worship, gave him access to a limitless reservoir of power.

And now, he could feel it. He was raising his stats himself—his strength, agility, endurance, everything—soaring far beyond anything the Dungeon had ever seen. His Exelia surged, maxing out at 'X 2000,' the highest rating possible, but his power didn't stop there. His level climbed and climbed until he stood at Level 20—an unimaginable height.

As Bell carved through a final wave of monsters, his divine aura flared. Freya, watching from the backlines with an indulgent smile, felt the surge of power emanating from him. Loki, standing beside her, let out a low whistle.

"Level 20, huh?" Loki grinned, giving Freya a sidelong glance. "I guess we weren't kidding when we said he's divine in more ways than one."

Freya giggled, her cheeks slightly flushed. "In the sheets, too, Loki. Let's not forget that."

Loki snickered, but her eyes gleamed with pride for Bell. "Well, if anyone's gonna break the limits of this world, it's him."

The deeper they ventured, the more monstrous the foes became. Huge beasts with scales like iron, hydras with heads that regenerated almost instantly, and swarms of creatures that blotted out the Dungeon's dim light. But it didn't matter. Bell and his companions tore through them, their skills sharpened by battle, their power pushed to new limits.

Ottar's massive axe cleaved through the heads of a hydra as Finn darted through the air, his spear stabbing into the creature's heart. Ais' wind magic swept through a battalion of monsters, while Tiona and Tione worked in perfect harmony, dancing through enemies with devastating force.

And in the center of it all was Bell—unleashing everything he had.

Fire erupted from his palms, lightning crackled along his sword, and the earth itself responded to his will. He was a force of nature, a god of battle. Each strike, each spell, was infused with his divinity, pushing the limits of what anyone thought possible. And as he fought, he could feel his power growing, his strength evolving.

It wasn't long before the Dungeon itself began to crack beneath their feet, unable to contain the sheer magnitude of their strength. They fought with reckless abandon, not even caring how many floors they had passed. They fought because they loved it, because this was what they had been born to do.

By the time they finally came to a stop, the air was thick with the scent of battle, the ground littered with the remains of monsters. Bell, his chest heaving, looked at his companions, all of whom wore the same expression—satisfaction.

"We… we really did it, didn't we?" Tiona panted, wiping sweat from her brow, a huge grin on her face.

Ais sheathed her sword, her expression as calm as ever. "Yes."

Finn surveyed the battlefield, his spear resting on his shoulder. "More than just did it. We broke through to new heights."

Bell smiled, the divine energy in him settling into a calm, steady rhythm. He could feel the change in himself and his companions. They had all broken through their limits. They had reached new heights of power.

"Let's go home," Bell said, his voice soft but filled with contentment. "We've earned it."

And so, with the Dungeon trembling in their wake, the group turned and began the long walk back to the surface—stronger, closer, and ready for whatever lay ahead.