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Sin más, ¡gracias por leer!
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En algún lugar del mundo existe una ciudad llamada Orario. La ciudad de los aventureros. Mortales de todas las edades y razas viajan a esta ciudad en busca de sus deseos y sueños. Porque esta es la ciudad donde se encuentran las aventuras.
Hace muchísimos años, todas las razas que habitaban el Gekai sólo tenían que preocuparse por sus propios problemas, ya fueran conflictos entre mortales como guerras civiles o los problemas raciales de la época. No importaba, al fin y al cabo eran problemas menores que tarde o temprano se solucionarían, estaba en la naturaleza de los mortales luchar unos contra otros. Se podría decir que, a pesar de los problemas entre carreras, todo estaba en calma.
Hasta que ya no lo fue.
En algún momento de la historia sucedió sin previo aviso, aparecieron criaturas que no encajaban en las categorías de animales que los mortales habían establecido. Pequeños y de forma humanoide, 'Goblins' fue el nombre que recibieron estos monstruos que comenzaron a saquear los campos de cultivo.
Mortales asesinados en los lagos por sapos tuertos.
Repulsivas criaturas medio caballos galopaban por las llanuras en manadas, arrasando las aldeas dondequiera que iban.
El cielo estaba invalidado por extraños animales que parecían pájaros.
Los susurros de nuevas criaturas se extendieron durante semanas, los mortales tuvieron que abandonar sus hogares porque allí estaban las Zonas de Apariciones.
Pero incluso en el caos hay hombres y mujeres que tienen la capacidad de inspirar a otros, aquellos que cuando alzan la voz devuelven la moral a la multitud. Personas... Que fueron llamadas héroes.
Esta situación de ganancias y pérdidas persistió durante meses hasta que, como respuesta divina en el sentido literal de la palabra, una luz cayó del cielo, iluminando todo a su paso.
Un rayo de luz que venía de los cielos, cargado de esperanza para los mortales, todo porque un dios había descendido de los cielos para ayudar.
El problema fue resuelto. Al fin y al cabo, ese dios no fue el único en venir, los creadores del mundo descendieron uno tras otro a lo que ellos (con sus palabras hasta entonces desconocidas) llamaban Gekai. Esos dioses buscaban diversión en esta tierra y para poder vivir como simples mortales sellaron su poder divino.
Pero no sin antes conceder su Gracia a los mortales para derrotar a los monstruos. Pasaron los años y pasó un número casi incontrolable de compañeros caídos hasta que los mortales lograron empujar a los monstruos de regreso al generador de monstruos que se especulaba que estaba en el centro del continente.
Este mismo evento ocurrió de la misma manera y relativamente al mismo tiempo en 3 localidades consecutivas.
Fue curioso y aterrador entender por qué la mayoría de los monstruos nunca fueron encontrados en el sur, en el borde del continente, para los sureños, lo que se conoce como un 'monstruo' Era sólo un mito, un rumor fantasioso inventado por los inmigrantes.
El monstruo generador estaba en el centro del continente, ahora tenía sentido porque las olas no solían llegar a las costas. Los mortales encontraron tres entradas en el centro del continente siguiendo un camino diagonal hacia el noroeste, cada una bajo tierra, cada una tan diferente y tan parecida a la anterior.
Para evitar que las criaturas se fueran, se construyeron 3 ciudades que cubrían los generadores de monstruos, impidiendo su salida y trayendo paz a los Gekai. Alrededor de estas entradas tres ciudades legendarias conocidas como:
Altena: Capital mágica sagrada.
El Imperio: Cuartel general de los conquistadores.
Y finalmente...
Orario: Hogar de los aventureros.
Todas y cada una de estas ciudades cuentan con hombres y mujeres valientes que arriesgaron sus vidas enfrentándose a los terrores que existían en las mazmorras subterráneas.
En Orario Aquella ciudad donde vivieron innumerables dioses y aventureros.
Entre los aventureros que día tras día entraban en una de estas mazmorras se encontraba un joven de cabello blanco y ojos rojos. Rasgos tan exóticos que desde su apariencia infantil atraían las miradas de las mujeres. Su constitución era esbelta, carente de músculos, generalmente una persona pequeña en cualquier sentido de la palabra que si le dabas un empujón lo mandabas directo al suelo.
Ese niño flacucho podría ser llamado por el género femenino como "Lindo". Excepto que ahora él mismo no tenía la mejor expresión en su rostro.
"¡Wooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Ese chico frágil y de aspecto débil corría con todas sus fuerzas para salvar su vida.
El niño tenía lágrimas en los ojos mientras rodaba por el suelo tratando de escapar de lo que lo perseguía.
Un fuerte rugido como el de un toro le hizo acelerar el paso. Sí, lo perseguía un minotauro. Una mirada rápida lo hizo palidecer, la bestia se acercaba cada vez más. Bell estaba aterrorizado. ¡No quería morir, no quería morir!
"¡Voy a morir!"
¿Cómo sabría que habría un minotauro en el quinto piso?
"¡Cállate y corre! ¡Idiota! "
En los pasillos se escuchó un fuerte grito de frustración de otro, esa voz contenía la misma tonalidad. Sin duda, las voces que resonaban en los pasillos tenían un parecido increíble. Los ojos del niño, ahora llamado Bell, se dirigieron hacia la derecha para encontrar un clon de sí mismo. En esa sala de la muerte había dos niños idénticos siendo perseguidos por el minotauro.
Junto al chico de aspecto frágil corría otro chico de aspecto mediocre. Ojos rojos y pelo blanco, mismo rostro, misma complexión y para complementar... misma vestimenta. Algunos gemelos huyeron mientras intentaban conservar sus vidas.
El llamado Bell no le respondió, sino que cerró los ojos con fuerza mientras aceleraba el paso. Internamente, sólo podía disculparse una y otra vez. Fue su insistencia la que los llevó a ir más allá de lo establecido.
Su asesor le advirtió tantas veces...
Pero claro, nunca escuchó a Eina.
Pasillo tras pasillo, escaparon una y otra vez de los ataques del minotauro. Hasta que finalmente logró acorralar a los chicos en una pequeña habitación, la respiración del minotauro era errática. Los ojos de Bell notaron diversión en el monstruo, era casi imperceptible, las comisuras del minotauro estaban levantadas. Fue justo ese instante lo que lo hizo congelarse en el lugar.
El albino cerró los ojos resignado, el último deseo de Bell era que con su muerte su hermano lo lograra, y al menos la diosa Hestia tuviera a alguien con ella.
"¡Corre, Bell!" ¡Fuera de aquí!
Bell observó aterrorizado cómo su hermano se arrojaba sobre la espalda del monstruo y trataba de cortarle los ojos con la pequeña daga que le dieron en el gremio. Con el simple contacto con el ojo de la bestia, la daga se rompió.
Bell no tenía forma de ayudar a su hermano, su propia arma estaba rota, tan inútil que solo podía mirar.
Estamos en niveles totalmente diferentes.
El monstruo pronto arrojó a su hermano varios metros, tanto que fue arrojado con fuerza a otra habitación y luego se estrelló contra una pared. Lo único que pudo ver fue una cortina de humo, sin rastro visible de su hermano.
"¡Tim!" Bell gritó, con los ojos muy abiertos por el terror al pensar en lo peor.
La preocupación venció al miedo por un momento y se armó de valor para enfrentar al minotauro directamente. Desafortunadamente, la valentía no fue suficiente, no cuando tu oponente puede abofetearte y, efectivamente, lo hizo.
"¡Ay!"
Fue un parpadeo y ya estaba apoyado contra la pared. El monstruo siguió acercándose a Bell sin detenerse, esa mirada que ansiaba sangre reapareció. Esta vez, el minotauro sonrió claramente.
Escalofríos recorrieron su espalda.
"Lo siento, diosa".
Fue su último pensamiento, su mayor arrepentimiento al perder la vida sería dejar solo a su hermano, y esperaba con toda el alma que sobreviviera a ese golpe. Su diosa, la que iluminó su vida y la de su hermano, hace apenas unas semanas fue su encuentro, sin duda uno de los días que lo recordaba con más cariño.
¿Hey chico? ¿Estás buscando una familia?
Las lágrimas corrieron por sus ojos para luego cerrarlos y esperar el golpe.
"Lo siento, Hestia-sama"
De repente, la parte superior del cuerpo del minotauro cayó en diagonal, seguido de una gran explosión.
¿Eh?
La explosión de carne cayó por todo su cuerpo, manchando su ropa y tiñendo su cabello de rojo.
"¿Estás bien?"
El pecho de Bell latía como un tambor. Frente a él estaba la mujer más hermosa que jamás había conocido. Incluso el pútrido olor a sangre que había en él ya no era tan malo en comparación con la vista que tenía ante ella.
Alta, delgada y con gran busto. Sin duda las mujeres sentirían celos al verla caminar por la calle. Ella era como el sol, absolutamente radiante y hermosa.
Era un espadachín vestido de azul con una armadura dorada, una larga melena dorada que sólo acentuaba sus rasgos. Y luego estaban esos ojos dorados que parecían mirar directamente a su alma.
Era perfecto… pero extrañamente le dolía el pecho como nunca antes, estaba seguro de que esos sentimientos eran suyos y no de su hermano (1), solo… esos ojos brillantes nunca debieron haber estado tristes y apagados. Su interior, el centro de su alma, le gritaba que hiciera algo, que dijera algo.
¡Poico!
"¿Hugh?"
Y la respuesta de su alma fueron lágrimas, pero no eran tristes, por extraño que fuera, ella estaba feliz.
"Disculpe... ¿por qué lloras?"
Su cabello. Sus ojos. Su voz. La figura de él El poder de él. Todo en ellos parecía tan trascendente que sintió que algo muy dentro de él temblaba cada vez con más fuerza, como si en cualquier momento pudiera explotar.
"... ¿Estás bien?"
Ella siguió hablando con esa hermosa voz.
Esta era la primera vez que se veían y él ya quería protegerla, quería que ella también lo reconociera. Él también quería estar a su lado. Por alguna razón, quería...
Quería verla sonreír con sus propios ojos.
Quería verla feliz.
Sólo podría ser amor.
La chica de cabello dorado inclinó su cabeza lentamente, y aún más lento, el rubio se llevó una delicada mano a la mejilla; Bell cerró un ojo cuando la cálida mano tocó su rostro. Hacía calor y Bell no quería que este sentimiento terminara, Bell rodeó su mano con la suya.
Fue un simple toque, y como si fuera un sueño, Bell despertó del encanto en el que no podía formar palabras, estaba tan aturdido que no podía hablar correctamente.
Un furioso sonrojo atormentó su rostro, aunque la hermosa chica frente a él no pareció darse cuenta debido a toda la sangre que tenía.
"Y-yo... ¡lo siento!"
Incapaz de soportar más las emociones dentro de su corazón, soltándolo todo, corrió lo más lejos que pudo.
Pero una cosa estaba clara: esta hermosa espadachina le había tomado el corazón. Su alma le gritaba que su lugar en el universo estaba al lado de esa chica.
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Todo estaba mal.
Nada había salido como se esperaba.
Aceptó, muy tontamente, entrar al quinto piso por sugerencia (más bien súplicas) de su tonto hermano Bell.
Timer Cranel gimió mientras se levantaba del frío suelo. El minotauro simplemente se lo quitó de la espalda, pero eso fue suficiente para enviarlo a toda una habitación. Si no tuviera Falna encima, probablemente se habría convertido en una mancha de sangre en la pared.
"¡Argh!"
Gimió antes de levantarse, su espada le dolía como nunca, pero se resignó, su tonto hermano estaba en peligro y necesitaba su ayuda. Un segundo podría significar vida o muerte para Bell. Corrió hacia la habitación donde el minotauro había encerrado a Bell.
Era curioso cómo al mundo le gustaba joderlo. En su camino hacia donde había estado antes, en cuanto entró un torbellino de emociones ajenas lo golpeó como un carruaje seguido después, en la habitación escuchó un grito poco varonil.
"¡Lo siento!"
Era el grito de una voz idéntica a la suya.
En momentos como este, Timer lamentaba que él y su hermano tuvieran todo en común, incluida su voz. Escucharse a sí mismos, aunque no hubiera nadie con ellos, era degradante.
Ignoró ese pensamiento, no podía culparlo, un monstruo estaba poniendo su vida en peligro en ese momento.
Lo que no esperaba es ver a Bell huyendo y manchado de sangre. Más raro aún, era ver a una chica mayor que él con una expresión que casi parecía como si la hubieran golpeado. Tal vez eso fue un eufemismo, la chica podría caer de rodillas allí mismo, si la expresión de su rostro significara algo.
Y por último, un hombre lobo riendo sin parar. Justo en el suelo había una piedra mágica más grande de lo habitual. Con eso rápidamente llegó a la conclusión de lo sucedido.
Las cabezas de los aventureros se volvieron hacia él.
La chica rubia inclinó la cabeza hacia un lado, abriendo mucho los ojos antes de volver al camino por donde Bell había corrido.
''¿Hugh? ¿El chico tomate?
La expresión de confusión en el rostro del hombre bestia era algo a lo que Timer estaba acostumbrado. They were both completely identical twins, even having moles in the same places. Their grandfather only emphasized it when buying them identical clothes, so it became a habit.
Claro, todo son juegos de gemelos hasta que Bell causa una travesura y sus acciones recaen sobre él. Timer dejó escapar un suspiro, como siempre, cualquier problema que generara Bell tenía que ser solucionado por el hermano responsable.
Volviendo al tema, ¿qué tonterías tiene ese chico tomate?
"¿Lo siento?"
Timer asked in a higher-than-normal voice. His and his brother's appearance aside, who the hell were they?, they had symbols she hadn't seen. His appearance was not that of anyone, to begin with, those wolf boots and the girl's sword were not just anything.
What they were carrying was top-notch equipment, whoever they were were strong, much stronger than he currently was.
The werewolf's eyes shifted in confusion before he frowned. "Oh, but what do we have here! Now the garbage comes in the same model! Bah, it doesn't matter they are still pathetic and cowardly men who should retire from being adventurers." The werewolf said dryly.
Timer's expression soured. "Who are you to say that?" Timer clenched his fists tightly, his hands were tied. Something inside him screamed that he shouldn't start a fight, he could feel the magnitude of power between him and these two people.
The werewolf laughed wildly. "Much more than you! Tier 1 trash."
Timer gritted his teeth, when someone talks like that, either they were very stupid, or they were of a much higher level. But it could well be both. "Come on you little shit! Deny, contradict me if I'm wrong!"
"Piece of-"
No, starting a family feud would only end with the Hestia family being destroyed.
Less than a minute must have passed between the time he got up from the minotaur's blow and returned to Bell. If they were able to kill a minotaur in the short amount of time he was led out of the room, even though they both attacked at the same time, it indicated that they were very strong.
The werewolf only smiled even more, waiting for them to give him an excuse to attack the little adventurer who dared to challenge him.
The girl's gaze, instead, fluctuated between Timer and where Bell had gone looking confused. Oblivious to the dispute between the two men in the room.
And for the first time, Timer got a good look at her. The surge of feelings that Bell felt with this girl was not to be underestimated. And strange as it is, it's like he's seen her before. Impossible, her memory was good, she doesn't forget such an unusual face.
And the werewolf… Until this moment in her life she had never met anyone more irritating than this guy.
She almost forced herself not to growl at the thought of the way he talked about Bell.
Dirty piece of...
Timer shook his head before sighing, he was being immature with this. He noticed the girl who kept looking between him and the exit.
For 14 years they told him they were so alike it was impossible to tell which twin was which.
"...Well, I'm going to assume that you're the one who saved my brother. Truly, thank you very much, my family is in your debt..." She finished as she bowed her head.
She nodded, I hesitate before speaking. "The boy... Tell him I'm sorry." She heard a clicking of teeth in the background.
"Fuck me, Aiz! A woman of your caliber shouldn't even bother looking in the direction of these two losers!"
Timer raised an eyebrow before sighing again, he really was such an irritating person. Leaving that aside, what did Bell do to the girl? Bell wasn't rude, at least not intentionally. Well, she would ask him later.
"I'll tell you, I'm sorry if Bell did something that offended you in any way, but I have to go, thanks for everything."
Timer bowed again before running off the way Bell had gone.
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Outside the dungeon, Timer tried to forget his meeting with those two, mixing with people like that only brings trouble.
But damn it, that way of bragging was so disgusting! The rough voice of that werewolf almost made him wish he could smash his head on the ground.
He let out a tired sigh, it was lucky that his rational thinking didn't leave him, who knows what would have happened if nothing else was fought there.
As he walked through the city he wondered where Bell was. His brother might have gone to the guild, or even already been in church with the goddess.
-Bell.
he asked in his head.
- Can you hear me?
he asked again. Nothing happened for a moment, Timer's eyes were closed while he concentrated.
-I can hear you, Tim.
- Where are you?
-I just got home, Tim. The goddess has arrived too.
-...Okay, I'll go after informing Misha about what happened today.
-Be careful coming back.
Now he knew where it was, and he didn't have to look for it. Telepathic communication was really convenient. The ability to communicate regardless of distance was invaluable. Something more than to thank the goddess Hestia and her blessing.
It was the goddess Hestia who reached out to Bell when his brother was running out of hope and for him, that act was invaluable.
Even out of all the gods in this city, he would choose her again for that one action alone, for trusting his brother.
That was why Timer had only gratitude, for giving him and his brother a home.
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With quick steps he entered through the Adventurer's Guild. The idea of changing the lenses was tempting until she remembered that Bell had all of his work from today in the bag he took with him.
With a sigh, she kept shifting until she was looking in the distance at a pink-haired human who was lazily looking at the blade in her hands.
She raised her head for a moment, when she noticed her presence a frown appeared on the girl's face.
He hadn't walked when she gave him a disappointed look.
"I thought I was clear when I said that entering the fifth floor was prohibited."
With her hands on her hips, she tried to give the image of a responsible girl. "Don't try to lie, your brother already loosened his tongue and Eina confirmed it to me."
Timer grimaced before answering. "It wasn't my fault, I practically got swept away. Besides, it's not my fault that a minotaur showed up there. Bell and I were perfectly fine on that floor before everything went wrong."
Misha didn't change her angry expression before letting out a resigned sigh. "Look, Timer. It hasn't even been a month since you've been adventuring, not how many with the experience to keep going down. You'll only get yourself killed."
"That sounds exaggerated." Timer said pointedly.
"It's not. In this Guild our policies are different from other guilds, but at the end of the day, it's your decision. I'm an adviser at the end of the day, it's your decision if you want to die at only 14 years old."
Yes, she was angry. And the look of indifference from her was even more difficult to swallow.
Timer hung his head in shame. "Sorry, it won't happen again. Please go back to your happy-go-lucky attitude."
Misha sighed again. "Remember that you are not in the Labyrinth of Altena, nor are you in the Cell of The Empire. Where you are is the Dungeon of Orario. We are not at war, nor do we have the extremist ideas of The Empire. " Misha softened her gaze on him before smiling. "Just take it easy, okay?"
"Okay" Timer said.
Misha's words when he met her came back to him.
'I'm Misha Flott, from today I'll be your adviser' She mentioned with a smile, to be replaced with a calculating look. 'I just have something to say, our relationship will be strictly professional. We are adventurer and adviser. No romance, no friendship, no familiarities.'
That was his only rule, and today it became clear. There wouldn't be a friend of hers with her… For a moment he was envious of Bell's relationship with Eina, but he dismissed it.
If she were to die, Misha would get over it without complications, in a way it was something that was beneficial to her.
How many adventurers don't die daily, a rule like that prevents pain for her.
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Timer looked in the direction of his home, the dilapidated church he called home. It's been two weeks since he and his brother got together. The family had no members before them. There was only the patron goddess, Hestia.
A goddess who prayed for members to join the family. One way or another she ended up meeting Bell and letting them join the family.
"She's smart, I've noticed. If only she wasn't so lazy…"
Walking through the entrance, he entered what used to be the central nave before going through a secret entrance.
There was a small room with a bed and a sofa. They were the only things that could be appreciated.
His gaze swept over the bed, there was Bell lying on his stomach. To the side, Hestia who seemed like she was about to climb onto her back.
"Timer-kun!"
The little goddess jumped into his arms the instant she managed to recognize him. Timer tried to make it stop, to no avail.
"Or sweet..." Timer thought.
"You're safe, what a joy!" The goddess exclaimed as she searched for wounds on him. "She was worried ..."
"I'm sorry to run away like this." She heard the albino say on the bed. Bell had left him lying in the dungeon, the first few floors may not have been threatening anymore with the Minotaur dead, but still...
"You should".
Timer frowned at Bell's apology.
He wasn't mad at him for leaving him, he was in a bad mood from the encounter with the werewolf.
"Hey, hey. Stop fighting, you better watch it!" She pointed the goddess happily towards some steamed potatoes on the small table in the room.
"It's amazing! Goddess. How did you get them?" Bell looked at the food in front of him as the best delicacy in the world. It was a godsend gift to him and that already made it something to cherish.
"The shop owner let me keep this, isn't it wonderful! We won't go hungry today!" Hestia said almost jumping up in excitement.
To be so happy for a little food...
Timer grimaced, if they hadn't met the Minotaur they would have collected money for a decent meal for her. The albino's eyes darkened.
The goddess didn't take long to notice, before smiling sadly. "Timer-kun... Come on, you're thinking you could have done more. They came back safely, that's all I care about, not the money they brought."
"I know... But it's okay, tomorrow we'll get money, it's a promise."
Bell smiled sweetly before saying, "Yeah, if we get enough money we'll take her out for dinner!"
There was no other intention with those words, just a symbol of affection towards his goddess.
The same goddess who burst into tears, then jumped up and took the two brothers in a hug.
"What did I do to deserve such good children..."
A blushing Bell returned the hug slightly, while Timer tried to step aside.
"Timer-kun, don't reject your goddess's love!" She chided puffing out her cheeks.
Somehow Timer managed to break free of the embrace and left Bell to his own devices. "Maybe another day... Better, how about we start eating before the food gets cold?"
"Good!" Said the goddess.
Bell hadn't said anything, the reason, he was nearly suffocated with his head buried in the goddess's chest.
With one of his last reflexes of life he managed to take a breath of air.
"DD-Goddess! Please let go of me. I-I can't breathe!" The albino made signs of help to his brother, Bell trusted him and knew that she would never abandon him. It came as a surprise when his blood brother turned her back on him and began to eat one of his potatoes.
-This is for leaving me alone in the dungeon.
Timer loved his brother and Bell returned the feeling, but above all, Timer was very resentful.
"You will accept my love, Bell-Kun. Whether you want it or not."
Choking to death for some breasts... Grandpa would be proud.
Timer thought before continuing to eat.
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Once Hestia calmed down they managed to eat calmly. Once finished, the goddess decided to update the status of the twins. As she did so, the conversation turned to one thing only, the girl who saved Bell.
"So there's Aiz Wallen whatever is a member of the Loki family…" Hestia murmured, riding on Bell's back lying in dash. "And no less than a Lv5. It's like you have some ability to get into trouble, Bell-Kun."
The named one chuckled weakly while scratching his head in embarrassment. "Umm, sorry."
Hestia yelled various insults in her head towards the cheating goddess, out of all the families there were... Why did it have to be with them!
From the side of the bed, Timer listened to the two talk about the woman. He considered telling them about his brief encounter with her, but that would lead to more screams from the goddess... Maybe another day.
But well, it was lucky that he didn't fight them, now there was no doubt that they would have beaten him non-stop…
Lv5... You can only get to it after sacrifices and effort, years and years of constantly going to the dungeon without stopping.
The Loki Family was one of the highest rank. All of its members incredibly powerful.
Simple people like the Cranels, what did they have to equal those people?
"I finished!" Patting Bell on the back, she jumped up with the blade in her hands.
"The stat increase was as high as ever, even higher than the previous time.
Name: Bell Cranel
Race: Human
Age:14 years
•Strength: H 152 - H 169
•Stamina: I 34 - I 37
• Dexterity: H 192 - H 199
•Agility: G 234- G 253
•Magic: I0
Bell and Timer looked at the sheet and nodded in satisfaction, Dexterity was almost up to G. At this rate it would take them 6 or 7 months to reach level 2.
Timer retracted what he said, what they had to match those of the tall families was something simple but unmatched. That was the love of the family, the same love that thanks to the brotherhood of Bell and Timer took shape in Falna.
The statistics were not the only ones that were on the sheet, further down on the paper was a skill box.
Skills:
[Soulbound]
-Bisection: Allows you to support physical charges, in addition to dividing the damage between the users and moving any type of damage between them. It can be activated at will by users or deactivated.
-Synesthesia: allows users to communicate through their thoughts, their emotions are also transmitted between them. It can be activated at will by users or deactivated.
-Equity: Stats, magic, development skills, abilities, curses, and any status ailments will be shared between Soul Bound users. Immovable aspect of the skill and impossible to disable.]
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It was a surprise to both the brothers and the goddess, neither of them expected a skill to appear in the Bell state. The surprise was greater when the same ability appeared in Timer's state.
Thanks to this ability, it allowed an adventurer to gain the experience of two people in both states.
"What is that stain at the bottom of the page?" Bell asked.
"I dropped ink"
"oh"
"Fine, fine. Come up here Timer-kun." She indicated the goddess as she did the same procedure as with Bell.
When he finished he handed the sheet to Timer.
Name: Timer Cranel
Race: Human
Age:14 years
•Strength: H 169 - H 172
•Stamina: I 37 - I 55
• Dexterity: H 199 - G 207
•Agility: G 253- G 266
•Magic: I0
Skills:
[Soul Bound (Active)]
-Bisection: Allows you to withstand physical charges, in addition to dividing the damage between the users. It can be disconnected.
-Synesthesia: allows users to communicate through their thoughts, their emotions are also transmitted between them. It can be disconnected.
-Equity: Stats, magic, development skills, abilities and curses will be shared between Soul Bound users. Immovable aspect of the skill.
The ability was simple, every time one of the twins was upgraded, the next to upgrade would have their stats changed to the new ones from the previous one and add up from there.
When it updated to the next it would update to the top again and add from there.
It allowed them to earn twice as much as one would alone. Not to mention the other perks that came with this one, like Synesthesia, Equity, and Bisection.
"I'm sure they hit you hard this time, right? Timer-kun" The goddess said.
When I updated his status I can easily notice how bruises were found.
It didn't seem like anything serious, but it would still hurt.
"You should have told me, Tim."
"It's nothing- Argh!" He was interrupted when a slap to his back made him groan in pain.
He looked with dagger eyes at his brother who was chuckling slightly. "Unfortunate, Bell"
Only to have the discomfort in his back almost vanish afterwards. From behind the goddess pressed the places where the bruises had been before.
And while some were still there, half of them were gone. Another of the blessings of the skill was this, as long as they wanted they could take each other's wounds, even up to 90% of the damage.
Bell took half, it was a simple, but effective way to speed up recovery. This effect was thanks to -Bisection-.
Soul Bound was a literal blessing for the twins, he was so versatile both in and out of the dungeon.
It was this very ability that allowed them to communicate telepathically.
"You did not have to do it". Timer said as he frowned.
Bell denied with a smile. "You hurt yourself trying to save me, I must."
"Well, I warned you" He said before returning the slap on the back.
"Oh!" When Bell and Timer were about to enter into a dispute again they were stopped by the voice of their goddess.
"Come on you silly twins. Arguing amongst yourselves is becoming a habit." Said the goddess.
She lied, listening to them complain was a favorite part of her day. After living so long without company it became one of her favorite moments just to talk to them, she felt so lonely before she met the Cranel brothers.
So many nights of perpetual silence can become very painful...
"I'm sorry"
He heard one of them say, he cocked his head not recognizing who it was. She chuckled slightly as she remembered how the first days were, the twins were so similar that it was almost impossible to recognize them.
The only way to tell was by the expressions on their faces. With Bell being mostly cheerful and childish and not to mention very shy, he bit back a laugh as he remembered how much fun it was to tease him. In contrast to Timer who usually wears a blank stare, that is until they start teasing him, that's when he becomes grumpy.
Oh well. It didn't matter, she loved them both. That was the reason why she wanted to be the one who helped her growth.
'I should have been the one who fueled his growth, Ahhh! Not that Aiz whatever'. Hestia thought.
He remembered very well what he found on Bell's status sheet. It was in him that ability originated, and therefore it passed to the status of Timer.
Liaris Freese, Growth Accelerate, the effects will last as long as her feelings don't change, and the effects are determined by the strength of her feelings. Hestia let out a tired sigh.
Now little Bell-Kun is in love. The children of the Gekai are so changeable...
Hestia shook her head as she watched the twins argue again. Those two were a basket case.
My only concern is that there is no future for their romance, a relationship between members of different families is doomed.
At the very least, Timer-kun isn't in love yet, so if the family grows and more female members join, he might fall in love with someone within the family.
Hestia lay on the bed with a headache, being a patron goddess was harder than she had thought.
Hestia rubbed her temple as her gaze returned to the twins who were rolling on the ground trying to hit each other.
"...Hephaestus never said that having a family was going to be so difficult." The goddess of the hearth complained so as not to be heard. "Behave! You silly twins!
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Bonus #1: Adventurer's Lesson by Eina Tulle.
-The 3 Monster Spawners-
"I very much hope that you never, at all, have to go to the places I'm going to talk about... Are you listening to me, Bell?"
Dressed in the guild uniform, Eina Tulle took her new student for training.
"Y-I, huh, yeah?"
"Pay attention, this is something serious." She shook her head at Bell's inattention, who looked towards a window where her twin was waiting for Misha to attend to him.
"You know you won't go to the brig until you know this by heart?"
"W-what, but."
"No buts, either you do it or you don't." Eina adjusted her glasses with a smirk as Bell reluctantly nodded.
"Hay 3 ciudades y dentro de esas ciudades hay lo que llamamos generadores de monstruos en el mundo. Estas ciudades son Orario, Altena y El Imperio. Con un libro señaló la ubicación geográfica de esas ciudades.
De repente, Bell levantó la mano y ella le dejó preguntar.
"Eina-San, estos... ¿generadores son las 3 mazmorras que aparecen en Oratoria Dungeon?" Bell no recordaba si estas mazmorras tenían nombres o simplemente se llamaban como mazmorras.
"Eso es medio correcto, en ese momento solo estaban dominados por Mazmorras, pero luego se les cambió el nombre. Solo hay una mazmorra en el mundo y está ubicada en Orario. Un generador de monstruos tiene la característica de que de sus paredes nacen monstruos. Pero cada una de las respectivas ciudades nombró a su generador de manera diferente".
Sale para ver a qué estaba prestando atención Bell, continúo.
"Para Orario es el Calabozo, para Altena es el Laberinto y para El Imperio es La Célula".
"¿Por qué reciben nombres diferentes si todos son generadores de monstruos?"
Preguntó el peliblanco, sus nombres debieron tener una razón, las Mazmorras también podrían llamarse laberintos, entonces ¿por qué tener nombres diferentes?
"Esa es una buena pregunta" Eina asintió con satisfacción y Bell aprendió a usar una esponja. "Dime Bell, ¿por qué crees que Altena nombró a su generador Laberynth?
Bell consideró la pregunta por un momento, una Mazmorra era una Mazmorra al final del día, por lo que la diferencia tendría que ver con querer destacarse de los demás. "Quizás, aparte del nombre que todos tuvieron en su momento, destaque entre todos."
Aina negó con la cabeza. "Cerca, pero no". La razón es por su estructura, mientras que la Mazmorra puede tener formas de laberinto. En Altena es un laberinto al pie de la letra, cada cierto tiempo se remodela la estructura interna, cualquier mapa es inútil ahí por qué cada vez será aleatorio, sin repetir ninguna combinación. Lo peor es que los pisos también fluctúan, puedes entrar al piso 1 y terminar en el piso 10 si no tienes cuidado".
"Para ser honesto, suena aterrador".
"Lo es, y por eso es importante que prestes atención al siguiente. En The Empire su generador se llama The Cell. Es sin duda el más peligroso de los generadores. A diferencia de las decenas de pisos de Dungeons and Labyrinth, en The Cell solo hay 30 pisos. Una vez que entras no hay salida hasta que derrotes al jefe de piso, no hay monstruos débiles porque todos son jefes de piso. El piso más alto se compara con un Dragón Infantil, y cuanto más bajas, más difícil es regresar.
"Guau..."
"Desde hace décadas, el Imperio y Altena han estado en guerra continua mientras nosotros nos hemos mantenido al margen del conflicto". Eina miró su reloj.
Guerra, Bell parpadeó al escuchar esa palabra, si recuerda correctamente su abuelo los instó a evitar ir a Altena y El Imperio si alguna vez salían de casa. Su abuelo nunca mencionó una guerra, lo que pudo haber causado ese conflicto, que dos reinos pelearan debe haber sido algo sumamente importante.
"Hola, Eina-san"
"La clase está por terminar, recuérdame hablarte sobre el Walking Monster Generator es un tema fundamental que debes tener presente, mañana continuaremos donde lo dejamos."
Con eso, salió de la habitación a paso rápido, dejando a Bell sumido en sus pensamientos.
Generador andante...
¡Gracias!