Player's Journey In Anime World

Charging into a group of archers and mages, Ryou instantly unleashed a frenzied massacre mode. Beams of light shot from his eyes, and his hands tore through enemies. Techniques as exaggerated as those seen in fictional epics were effortlessly wielded by him. The adventurers became nothing more than Ryou's targets and playthings. The mages and archers, many of whom were women, suffered particularly gruesome fates. The brutality he displayed was tinged with a sinister beauty that made the carnage almost surreal.

Finally, the lightly armored fighters managed to catch up to support their comrades. However, with one powerful punch, Ryou struck through three adventurers, their chests impaled by his force. He used their bodies as weapons, swinging them around like a windmill to fend off attackers. Faced with Ryou's ruthless slaughter, the adventurers, numbering in the thousands, were quickly driven into a panic. They scattered and fled toward the control hub. Yet, as they reached the open plaza, a white pillar of light descended upon them without warning. Three seconds later, all caught in the light were reduced to ash, leaving nothing behind. The sudden united assault by the gods had been utterly crushed by Ryou's return. He showed no mercy, sealing the passage to the Hanging Garden entirely, cutting off any way for the divine followers to descend into the dungeon.

At first, some of the followers dared to protest against Ryou's monopolistic actions. But with his ever-growing strength and influence, Ryou no longer cared for their opinions. When the dissenters grew too loud, he responded with a devastating energy blast, obliterating their entire encampment in an instant. The message was clear, and the other followers, seeing the smoldering ruins, scattered like frightened birds.

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"Pathetic cowards," Ryou sneered as he watched the events unfold below the Hanging Garden through surveillance magic. Just then, a pair of flawless, jade-like arms encircled him from behind. A soft, seductive voice, fragrant with an intoxicating allure, whispered in his ear, "Ara~ If that's the case, I suppose I'd be the type who bullies the weak and fears the strong too~"

Ryou immediately felt a supple, soft pressure on his back—a sensation that could only come from something both plush and high-spirited. Coupled with the fact that he was wearing only a towel around his waist, leaving his upper body bare, the physical contact sent a wave of heat surging through him. Last night, after resolving the crisis, Freya and Syr had snuck into his room. As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," and their reunion was fiery and passionate. Freya, radiant and brimming with charm, and Syr, who had shed her youthful naivety for an enticing mix of purity and maturity, left Ryou unable to resist. He indulged thoroughly, sharing an intimate night until dawn. Only after they begged for mercy did Ryou relent.

Now, seeing Freya once again teasing him, Ryou chuckled darkly. He spun around, scooped up her alluring figure, and tossed her onto the bed. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he leaped atop her, eliciting startled cries. What followed were sounds that would leave anyone overhearing flushed and flustered.

After obliterating the god divine followers' camp, both adventurers and their patron gods had quieted down. However, Ryou knew this was merely the calm before the storm. It wasn't his style to wait passively for others to act.

Their target was undoubtedly the treasure rumored to reside in the lowest levels of the dungeon—a relic said to grant its wielder the power of a creator god. Ryou suspected this treasure to be the very source of this world. Though he could no longer absorb it himself, he had no intention of letting the gods claim it. To ensure no one launched a sneak attack while he was preoccupied, Ryou decided to tackle the dungeon alone. The gods couldn't enter the dungeon directly and had to rely on adventurers to scout ahead, hoping to reap the rewards without effort.

Without regular adventurers to clear it, the dungeon had become infested with monsters. Yet to Ryou, they were all the same. A single kick sent a goblin hurtling into a pack of monsters.

Boom!

A burst of black smoke erupted as purple magic stones clattered to the ground, leaving the area before him cleared.

"Hmm, that kick wasn't bad. Better than some national football teams, for sure. Maybe I should develop a fighting style focused on kicks," Ryou mused, stroking his chin. And so, he continued his rampage, crushing everything in his path—small monsters, elite foes, and floor bosses alike—with ease.

Eventually, Ryou found himself reminiscing. He remembered the world of Danmachi as the first one he had traversed, his interactions with the lovely waitresses of the Hostess of Fertility, and his innovative culinary ventures. His fateful encounter with Freya, the bonds formed, and the thrilling adventures with the Loki Familia all resurfaced in his mind.

"Acting all sentimental like some old man," he chuckled at himself. With all his attributes at EX rank and a host of powerful skills, he was practically a demigod. Nothing in the dungeon posed a threat to him—not even the legendary One-Eyed Black Dragon, which had once devastated the Zeus and Hera Familias.

On the 98th floor, he finally confronted the mythical final boss. Its glossy black scales, razor-sharp claws, and the single eye in the center of its head exuded an overwhelming aura of violence. When the dragon spotted him, it rose menacingly, its savage gaze locking onto him. Its presence radiated a suffocating killing intent. Yet Ryou marched forward unflinchingly.

ROAR!!!

The dragon's furious bellow shook the dungeon as it began gathering immense magical energy in its maw. As the dragon hesitated for a moment before unleashing its attack, a pillar of violet-tinged flames erupted, sweeping toward Ryou.

Five minutes later, following a brief but intense battle, Ryou effortlessly knocked the One-Eyed Black Dragon to the ground. It was no surprise. Even before fully maxing out his power, Ryou had managed to defeat the divine dragon Volcanica. Now, with his abilities pushed to their absolute limits, failing to defeat a dragon species would be unthinkable.

Crash!

The One-Eyed Black Dragon dissolved into black ash, leaving behind a massive, high-purity magic stone and a gleaming dragon horn radiating dazzling light. As the dragon's death cleared the way, the entrance to an enormous palace-like structure behind it was revealed—the fabled gateway to the 99th floor, a place no one had ever reached. But Ryou didn't rush to collect the spoils. Instead, he turned his gaze to a pile of ruins to the side and behind him.

"Enjoying the show? Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Clap, clap, clap!

A slow round of applause echoed as ten figures emerged from the shadows of the rubble. Ryou raised an eyebrow—most of them were familiar faces. At the forefront stood the Zeus trio, who had once been beaten back to the heavens by Scatach. Judging by their fuming expressions, returning to the mortal realm must have come at a steep cost. Beside Zeus was a dignified woman in a Grecian white robe, wearing a golden crown and belt—a mature and regal presence. This had to be Hera, Zeus's current legal wife. A little further off stood Athena, another acquaintance of Ryou's. She lingered near an old man whose appearance was all too familiar.

It only took Ryou a moment to recall: this was Ouranos, the founder of the Guild. No less than six Olympian god-kings had gathered for this ambush. Ryou wasn't sure whether to feel honored or exasperated.

Besides them were four other figures. The clapping had come from Loki, her sly grin revealing her scheming nature. Beside her stood a one-eyed, white-haired elder who had to be Odin. Next to Odin was a blonde giant with Viking features, holding a massive hammer. His eyes crackled with electricity—none other than Thor, the Thunder God. Lastly, there was a voluptuous red-haired goddess clad in revealing attire, her face twisted with anger. She stood apart from the others, clearly distancing herself as if to declare, "Don't lump me in with this lot."

"Impressive," Loki said with a smirk.

"No wonder they say you stole the whole dungeon—you even have a keen sense for being watched."

Ryou scoffed, looking unimpressed.

"Do you gods have nothing better to do than stalk people?"

"Silence, mortal! How dare you speak so insolently!" roared Thor. As expected of the Thunder God, his voice rolled like thunder itself, making Ryou's scalp tingle.

"Hurry up already! I can't block the dungeon's senses much longer!" the red-haired goddess snapped impatiently.

Ryou's eyes gleamed. Piecing together her words, he quickly understood the situation: they were using him. The gods had employed some unknown means to infiltrate the dungeon, but they were heavily restricted here and couldn't defeat the One-Eyed Black Dragon. So they'd secretly followed Ryou, letting him do the dirty work, hoping to reap the rewards themselves.

"Stay calm, Erinye," Zeus said smoothly, his composure befitting his status as the Olympian god-king. However, his calm demeanor was reserved only for fellow gods. When Zeus turned to Ryou, his expression remained neutral, but his eyes betrayed a condescending arrogance. "Mortal, you've done well. But given your earlier blasphemous remarks, I shall grant you a painless death."

Raising a finger, Zeus unleashed a dazzling bolt of lightning that streaked toward Ryou like an arrow loosed from its bow. To Zeus, Ryou was nothing more than an ant, albeit a slightly stronger one. Killing him required no effort; the fact that Zeus even deigned to speak to him was already an immense honor.

Faced with the incoming lightning, Ryou showed no fear. Calmly, he raised his right hand, where his golden gauntlet. At its center, four gemstones of gold, silver, blue, and green shimmered brightly. Sensing Zeus's attack, the golden gem flared with radiant light. In an instant, the bolt of lightning, as if drawn to a lightning rod, veered toward the gem and was absorbed completely. A surge of pure energy coursed through Ryou's gauntlet. Its transformation was smooth and adaptable, capable of converting the energy into any form he desired. For the first time, Ryou fully grasped the potential of the Root Gems. Its capabilities were nothing short of godlike.

With newfound confidence, Ryou felt certain that even without activating World Separation, he could stand toe-to-toe with Zeus, a god who was an entire realm above him. The gods' expressions shifted as they witnessed this. Ten pairs of eyes burned with greed. To them, Ryou's strength was no mystery. For Zeus's casual attack to empower him so significantly meant one thing: Ryou possessed a divine artifact of unprecedented power.

"Hand over that item, mortal, and I shall spare your life," Zeus declared, his voice brimming with righteous authority. But Ryou could see through the act. Those righteous eyes were clouded with avarice. His response? A universal hand gesture followed by the words: "Screw you."

Zeus didn't understand the gesture or the phrase, but Ryou's mocking expression was enough to set him off.

"You dare mock me, ant?!"

The Sky and Thunder God roared, and the world seemed to tremble. Dark clouds gathered, blotting out the sky, and white lightning streaked through the stormy heavens. Though deep within the dungeon, the deafening thunder reverberated, shaking the ground itself. Zeus's wrath was nothing short of apocalyptic.