Summary: This, is the story of an adventurer named Bell Cranel. Bell isn't your normal day adventurer either, no, he is in fact, an unblessed one. No one would accept him into their familia, due to his weak looking self. Leaving Bell with one last option to secure his dreams. Watch as Bell becomes the first unblessed adventurer to enter the dungeon. Tread carefully young hero...The gods are not with you here...Yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own DanMachi or any characters from the light novel. Please support the original release by buying the manga, the Light Novel, and the anime when it's available. Look on google play if you wish to buy the light novel, like I did. I do however, own this story idea, and any new original characters or monsters I use.

Author's Notes: So I see people overall enjoyed the last chapter. I happy that you guys all enjoyed it. I like the reviews I got for the chapter.

Alright, let me start by telling people why Bell is going to be a knife use rather than short swords, sword, and long swords. My first reason is that in this story Bell was taught how to use knives by his grandfather. They didn't have the kind of money to spend to buy swords and such. My second reason is that Knives can be thrown easily, and fastly. The heavier and longer a weapon is, the more power you have to put behind it. That and it would look stupid for someone to throw away a sword. I men Bell has thrown plenty of knives in this story, it's a part of his tactics. Why get rid of something that works? Then there is the reach concern. Bell is small and his reach isn't that much. So I can see the point of giving him a sword to have a further reach. Though let's also look at the fact that the monsters that use weapons, their huge and have more reach. So why use a weapon that makes their reach more advantage to the monsters? Get in close and brutally take them down with the knives. It would be awkward fighting something that close and personal.

Lastly the chapter four title came from Harry Potter, Insert Troll. Troll in the dungeon! I just thought you would all like to know...

Character quote of the day: "You sit there in your heartache. Waiting on for some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways. When will you learn Freya? You'll never know what true love is." ~ Loki


Story: Somebody Up There Likes Me

Chapter Five: Smile Like You Mean It


This was an unbelieve feat. It was so unheard of no one would have believed it if I didn't have the proof in my hands. I had done the impossible. I, Bell Cranel, a no name, no level adventurer, Killed a Minotaur. I had only been in Orario for two weeks, and I had just killed a Minotaur. I had the feeling that I might just be growing too fast, I felt like I was the next Kudzu. Yet I hadn't done any damage to the beast itself, it just fell off a cliff doing what it was meant to do...To hunt down and kill adventurers. Yet I had led it there, thus meaning, I made it fall over the edge. I was responsible for its death. I had killed a Minotaur...I KILLED A MINOTAUR! "I did it!"

At first all I could feel was fear. This wasn't Doluk kind of fear either. This was fear that screamed at you telling you: "There was nothing you could do. It was hopeless." I was in such a panic, I knew I couldn't do anything. I had willed myself to keep moving, like I was a rabbit running from a fox. I don't know why, but I wasn't frozen in place. Any human would have frozen from the fear and the shock. Yet, something just pushed me to keep running. It compelled me to run, I needed to run, I had to run.

There was also something else I noticed. Whenever I thought back to the Minotaur...All I could think of was how powerless I really was. I had almost died today. Well throwing my new found fear in Minotaurs to the wind, I found a new fear right after the Minotaur's timely death...It was a girl.

A girl with blood soaked blonde hair, cold golden eyes, an emotionless, blood covered, pale mask for a face. Her rapier was dripping the blood of some unlucky creature or person that had crossed her path. Her armor had a nice gleam that shined in dark maroon color. She was something from a haunted castle; I had heard that banshees were quite beautiful creatures, until they unleash the shriek of the damned. Who knows what lived down there in the dungeon. I just knew that someone covered in blood had snuck up on me. Anyone with half a brain would have done the same as I did. Get the hell out of there.

I just hoped that whatever or whoever that was, didn't follow after me. I was almost positive that if I saw that girl again, no matter where it was, I'd run away like a frightened bunny. Some people might openly laugh at me for wanting to run away from a girl, but I had my reasons! I was not going to end up like the poor fools that had attempted to killer. No, they ended up with their blood being worn as medals of accomplishment. Nope I'd rather live, thank you very much.

You know I became an adventurer to meet girls and become a hero that saves the day no matter what was thrown at me. Sure that may seem childish but what can I say...Everyone loves a good hero. Just like everyone loves a good villain in a play. Yet, there was one thought that was running rampant in my head at the moment.

Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon? You know, like the endless labyrinth right beneath Orario that was divided into multiple floors and filled to the brim of scary, powerful monsters?

Well my expectations on that before I even went down to dungeon had been, well, childish. I would join a group of fearless adventurers that seek wealth and fame. Go off to battle powerful monsters after my guild registration was complete. Meet and protect a beautiful girl from a never ending onslaught of gruesome monsters with only my knives in my hands. The air fills with screams, the monsters' roars shakes the very ground itself, and the clash of my knives as I face my doom unwilling to go down.

Then, I managed to overcome the sheer amount of enemies that had swarmed me. In the end, all that remains after the battle was her sitting on the ground looking up at my, cool heroic looking self standing over the bodies of the once living monsters I slew. I turn to her and I could see her cheeks on fire, a blush gracing her beautiful face as she looks up at me. Her eyes sparkle as my image fills them. Love is about to bloom.

Of course my mind had come up with other scenarios as well. Just to name a few of them, I think it might just show how much thought I really put into this job as an adventurer. Sometimes I'd go to the local bar, pub, tavern, restaurant, watering hole, or whatever term to fit your fancy, to boast about my deeds. Of course I'd be boasting to all the cute barmaids, and hopefully make some new allies. Sometimes I would save a young elfess, well I guess it didn't really matter if they were young or not, from some of my more barbaric companions. Sometimes I'd help a struggling Amazonian warrior by letting her join me on my dungeon escapades. Lastly on my list of thing to do was being seen getting friendly to other girls and other women, causing drama, and of course, jealousy.

Yes those were some of my thoughts and things to make happen as I came to Orario. Yet, I had a horrible feeling, deep inside me that, could only send shivers down my spine. I hadn't realized it until this point in my life since I thought about my past dreams, of only a couple weeks ago and early childhood. How had I not seen the writing on the walls? It didn't matter, but what did matter was that I know now. I know that, my grandfather had rubbed off too much on me. It was a terrifying realization.

Yet disregarding that thought and going back to my initial question: is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon? An image of that girl covered in blood grinning at me like a mad woman had popped in my mind. My answer was clear as daylight now. Yes, yes it was. Okay maybe it didn't happen like that but my fears were pulling my strings at the moment! Fear induced images we're talking about here! That wasn't right!

Well after thinking on more about my situation at the moment...I was homeless, not in a famila, had to lie to even register as an adventure, almost been killed on three separate occasions, and my only real friend at the moment was an elf that worked at the guild! And that was barely! Though Eina had already told me that she'd rather keep her professional life separate from her private life. Yet even I could see that she didn't really want to believe that after the time I spent with her. Really, this was so much harder than I thought it was going to be! I really felt like crying now. I was really lonely. A couple of nights on the streets would do that to you. It was the lowest you could possible be.

My saddening thoughts ended when I got a image of Syr smiling. All my sad, and disheartening thoughts were being washed away as I thought about the girl. 'Hopefully I can add one more name to the list of my current friends.' A small smile tugged at my lips. It would be nice to add another cute girl. That was the last thought I had as I went out the portal that had brought me to the inside of the dungeon. It was time to turn in my magic stones and loot. "No one is going to believes this!" I exclaimed as I passed through the purple mass.


Freya was in a state of shock as she watch her new interest from her magic mirror. No this was no longer an interest, this was now a borderline obsession. She didn't know how, but Bell had somehow killed a Minotaur. Something that was impossible for him or any other level one adventurer could do. She also hadn't noticed that she was now standing up from her seat. A crazy look had spread across the gorgeous goddess's face. Oh how she wanted him now more than ever. He was going to be hers, and hers alone. If he could do the impossible...Then maybe...he would...

However, in her shock she hadn't noticed her familia member, Allen, gritting his teeth in displeasure. He was silently fuming by himself. His anger was clearly visible for all to see. He had hoped that the Minotaur would've offed him, but nooo. It was to hard to ask for a monster that had the same strength and power as a level two adventurer, to kill a no level. He also didn't want to admit it, but he was also very surprised that the boy was still alive. Sure he hadn't defeated the monster with his blades, but he still ended up killing the monster.

He could see the lustful look on his goddess's face which was like dumping more oil on an oil fire. He was glaring daggers at the boy hatefully. He was jealous for the same attention Freya was giving Bell. It felt like she had thrown him on the back burner. It was infuriating seeing another man get attention from his goddess. He also saw the way she was holding herself, she wanted him in more ways than one.

'That...Boy...steals away all of her attention and doesn't even realize it. Damn him! Why can't he die already?' The angered cat person mentally cursed the boy. His hands were tight fists, his sharp nails digging through his gloves and into his hands. He couldn't believe it, there just was no way! How in the hell did he kill a Minotaur? No one was...Then he realized it. No one was going to believe him. Sure the guild was going to point out that the magic stone did in fact belong to a Minotaur, but...Allen Fromel grinned. They would think he had stolen it, or even worse...Take credit for something he didn't do. That was unacceptable to the guild. Then Allen had made a mistake, he opened his mouth.

"No one will believe him." Came the voice of none other than Allen Fromel. Which all but ruined the delighted goddess mood. She turned to him with a raised eyebrow. Silently asking him what he meant by that. 'Damnit!' He cursed himself when he realized what he had said. Now that his goddess was facing him and giving him that look, he had to tell her the truth.

But even before he could enlighten her, she open her mouth first, "Allen, take off your helmet." She all but commanded of him. He flinched at the sudden request. That was one thing the male hated doing. He wore his helmet to cover his eyes. He hated them. He was incredibly insecure about them. He hated how they were different from each other. Though he had grown on them, with the help of Freya.

He could still remember standing in front of a mirror completely naked as she whispered sweet words into his ears. Her hand roamed all over him as she pointed out his flaws and perfections. Her words were soft and kind as she strengthened his resolve about himself. She encouraged self-awareness and self-worth regarding his own beauty and sexuality, and this may be anything from achingly gentle to forcefully dominant in showing him what he is worth. She then required him to repeat her compliments that he could barely stand to say or hear, as she guided him word by word in the act of learning to admire himself. His eyes were his weak spot. He had always hidden them under his helmet. Even when he was younger.

His hands slowly reached up to pull off his helmet. He hated revealing his unperfect eyes on her flawless ones. His eyes were unmasked before his goddess. Allen's eye were suffering under the term called heterochromia. Heterochromia: is a difference in coloration, usually of the iris but also of hair or skin. His right eye iris and pupil were completely black, while his left eye was colored grey with a slitted pupil. She, his alluring goddess smiled at him sweetly set his heart fluttering like a butterfly dancing in the wind. "There are the handsome eyes I love so much." She compliment him on his imperfection as walked up towards him. She placed her soft hand on his cheek, "Now tell me my Allen, what concerns you?"

He smiled weakly at his goddess, "They won't believe him, the guild I mean. They might think-"

She stopped him from talking as she put a finger to his lips. She fully understood what he was getting at now, "I see," Was her light reply, "You think the guild won't give him the credit for the kill." She stated as Allen nodded. He could feel the jealousy coming back full force as her hand went back to cupping her own chin in thought about Bell. Why was it always him. Him and his goddess were having a moment and Bell had ruined it once again. The part that really made him mad was the fact that Bell wasn't even in the room.

"Allen, I have a job for you." She apprise her familia member.

He bowed to her, "What will you have me do?" He knew from her smile that he was going to be doing something that he didn't want to be doing. Something that had to do with that no named, no level adventurer, Bell Cranel. Yet, if it was an order from Freya, he would do whatever she asked without fail.


Hestia was completely horrified. There in front of her was her adventurers, her familia. They were all rugged and looking worse for wear. Well, except for grim, but she was always unharmed from the dungeon. Well that didn't matter all that much, what did matter was the fact that Bolt and Derick were badly injured. Apparently they were both injured by a Minotaur on the fourth floor. Now that was unheard of. Why was there a Minotaur on the fourth floor?! That and someone of their same level had save them as well. Really, it was a crazy story, that was for sure.

Derick had also been attacked even more as they fled the dungeon from more monsters too. It sounded like they had a hell of time down there. She may not have looked like it on the outside, but she was happy that they all were going to be fine. Bolt should wake up in a couple of hours thanks to the health potions that boy with the white hair and red eyes had given to Grim. That boy had save her familia. Single handedly she might add. She just hoped the boy was fine and uninjured.

If she saw this boy she would have to thank him properly for saving them. Who knows, she might just give him an offer to join her familia! Yes she would do that. Well if he had survived the Minotaur that is. He had to know what he was doing, right? No one was that stupid to just jump in and hope for the best...Right?

Her eye went back over to her other female familia member. She was caring for Derick at the moment. She was healing his injuries and...Insulting at the same time. It was almost amusing to her hearing the two talking in two different languages at the same time. It seemed like Derick was being scolded for doing something stupid.

"Fleepin." The girl muttered.

"I'm not an idiot!" The man all but yelled.

"Donaka." Grim retorted.

"I'm not that either!"

The two continued to argue further but it was good seeing her familia still alive. Yet she was worried for them. She couldn't help but notice the downcasted mood in the old church. It seemed that the two were completely dejected coming as close to...She didn't want to think about it.

Hestia decided to break the news to them now. "Well…" She spoke up getting the attention of the other two awake people in the room of the church, "I'm going to a god's meeting tomorrow. I might be gone longer than a day or so." She told the two adventurers, "So don't do anything stupid!" She shot her gaze to the leader of the three adventurers, Derick looked away from the angry goddess. "I mean it! I want you to be fully recovered before going back into the dungeon."

"I understand, Kami-sama." He told her honestly. She sighed at him, 'He'd better!' The short goddess thought. She didn't want them getting more hurt because he made a stupid decision.

"What...Congregation?" Was Grims question. She seemed more interested in what the meeting was about.

"Well it only happens once a year, and it is basically a meeting use for talk and seeing each other again. I have to see some people at the meeting." Was what Hestia had informed them.

Grim titled her head a bit at the explanation, "Party?"

Hestia had fell on her face at being called out. It was going to be hard to get things past Grim it seemed. "Yes." The little child like goddess said.

That was when Derick started laughing, "Good catch there Grim-" He stopped laughing when he held the side of his belly, "It hurts to laugh." He wined. Which made Grim put a hand to her face. Hestia smiled, well it seemed that her familia members were no longer feeling as dejected now. Everything had lightened up now in the church. The plague of sadness had been dashed by the Loli Goddess!


I had made it to the guild building with no trouble at all. All my fears had been left behind back in the dungeon. An excited grin had broken across my face. I was just so excited! I just couldn't hide it! Man, I just couldn't wait to tell people I had killed...That grin had died again. Eina.

"Damn." Was my muttered response to the thought. Ugh, she was going to yell at me. That was for sure. Rose was...I didn't really know what she was going to do. Well I'll cross that bridge sooner than later, because those large oak wooden doors were before me. I gulped down a swallow of air. It was at that point I pushed the doors open wide enough for me to slip through. No one really made notice of me.

I saw Eina hard at work behind the counter, okay I might be able to sneak past her and turn in my loot before she takes notice of me. I rather have everything said and done before she got hold of me. I knew I was in for an ear full the moment she found out, she would not let this slide by. I made my way over to the teller behind the booth and saw a lack of red hair. No in fact this time, it was a nice looking blonde elfess. She has flowing, golden blonde hair, gentle green eyes, and a small nose. She was wearing the iconic guild uniform that all guild workers wear.

She saw me approaching her. She gave me a kind smile, "Ah so I finally get to met the upstart, huh?" She asked more to herself but I still heard her.

I also smiled at the girl, though mine was a bit more sheepishly than cheerful. "I guess you…" I chuckled. "Uh...Miss?"

"I'm Sophie Nitla." She answered in a refined tone and a bow. It was always interesting talking to elves. They always seemed to have this kind of high and mighty feeling about them. They were so solemn in how they did things.

"Bell Cranel." I said with a small bow of my own. Hey if someone bows, you bow back. It was common courtesy, and the polite thing to do.

"So you're the one Eina and Rose always talk about." She stated looking at me with curiosity.

"Oh?" I sound out a bit confused before scratching the back of my head nervously, "They talk about me?" I let out a chuckle, "They must talk about how crappy of an adventurer I am."

The blonde elf seemed amused by my word, "More or less." Was her jest.

A dejected look crossed my face, "Hey…" I wined childishly. I knew she was joking but I couldn't help but feel a little sad at her joke.

"Kidding!" She giggled at my wine. I smiled back already knowing that, "So what can I do for you Bell-san?" The woman offer her services.

"Well I'd like to turn in my loot from the dungeon today." I told her pulling out my sack of magic stones. She pushed the drawer over to my side so I could put my loot in. Once a put the loot in I then placed the bigger stone in the drawer.

She looked at me with a mischievous look, "You just got back from the dungeon?" She questioned.

I raised my eyebrow at her, "Yeah?"

"You sure?" Came another question. Okay, where was she going with this?

"I think I would know if I just came back from the dungeon or not." I stated in a matter-of-factory.

Her eyes widened in mock surprise, "Wow, really?" Oh no. I knew that tone of voice. I had just walked into a joke. "Because this is the first you haven't come back to the guild looking like the walking dead." And there was the punchline! Hook, line, and sinker!

I immediately palmed my face in irritation, I had so walked into that one. Yet, I found myself laughing at the joke along with the elf. I also knew what she had said to be true to. This was the first time I came back to the guild without any visible or unvisible injuries. An accomplishment to be sure.

I watched on as she pulls the drawer over to side and counts the ones in the sack first.
She was humming to herself as she counted. "Well there is a total of twenty-seven kills, all with various levels of difficulty. The highest being a level four Lizard. So your total amount from that is…" She paused as she did the mental math, "Sixteen thousand one hundred and fifty-five."

I nodded trusting her, I mean this was her job. That and I hadn't heard of the guild cheating someone out of their money. "Sounds good to me." I agreed to the money amount.

She then picked up the last item from the drawer, I could feel the excitement building up in the pit of my stomach. The pride growing in my chest. How could I not feel proud. I had killed a Minotaur, something that no one my level should have been able to do. I had done the impossible, and now the whole city of Orario was going to know. They were going to know that I, Bell Cranel, a no level adventurer, had killed a Minotaur. I was gonna be famous for that. I was the first after all.

I watched on eagerly as she inspected the magic stone. "Oh a Minotaur magi- A MINOTAUR MAGIC STONE?!" She looked at me bewilderment. She knew that I was a no level. She must have realized just how incredible the feat was. "No that can't be...No it's right." She muttered disbelievingly. I could understand how she felt. It should have been impossible to get a Minotaur stone, little long kill one. It was just so out there, you know? She looked at me and I nodded as me reply.

She frowned at me, and I was talking about a deep frown too. It was so filled with, hate? "How did you get?" It was a question, but it came out as if a demand. Why was she so angry all of sudden? I didn't get it.

"Well I kinda killed a Minotaur." I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I mean, how else was I going to get one?

"That is impossible." She denied my answer right away. "Based off the evidence, there is no way you killed a Minotaur." I blinked in surprise as completely refused to accept my answer.

I was feeling put off, "What do you mean?" I asked disbelievingly at how this situation was spiraling out of control. I mean what was even happening right now?

"First off." She hissed, "You are a no level adventurer, you don't have the power to fight a Minotaur. Secondly Minotaurs only appear on the fifteenth floor, the magic stones you turned in were from the first and fourth floors. So tell me, Bell, how you ended up with a Minotaur magic stone?" She practically spat my name out. I was starting to get mad too, what was she implying?

"A Minotaur was on the fourth the floor, it almost killed a group of level one adventurers. I-"

"Unlikely story, a Minotaur wouldn't be on the fourth floor." She shot down my story. A true, host to the gods story! How can even get this, ah! I know how to slove this.

"Hey Eina!" I called her out from my spot in front of teller.


He had climbed the massive, old stairwell that was carved into the stone from centuries past. He was fully aware as to what awaited up there before him. Sir Charlie McBan was almost to the top of the stairs meant for a fifty foot giant. Sweat was making his clothes stick to him far much more than it really should have. He hated that sticky feeling it gave him. When he had finally got to the top of old stairs, he had to pause to catch his breath. "Why and the hell were there so many goddamn stairs!" He exclaimed tiredly. Sure he had a lot of stamina but this was totally ridiculous!

McBan looked over the side of the of the ledge he was on. He could see all the way down to the bottom of the mountain. He could see the barren badlands before him with the lack of life. He could see the sun dipping under the mountain range farther off. That was when a thought that hadn't occurred to him popped to the forefront of his mind, 'Ahh fuck! It's going to be a bitch climbing back down from here. Man, what a way to play off of words, what comes up...Must come down.' He groaned at the thought. He turned to face the stone door. That was going to be problematic. There was no way he could even open that door. Those door must have weighed forty tons. McBan was going to have to use his wind to open that door. Or He could always try and knock first. Hell it couldn't hurt!

A determined look crossed his face as he casually walked to the door. He knocked on the door three times. Nothing happened, except his hand hurting from hitting the stone door three times. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He started building up wind power in his hands and arms. The wind swirled around him, waiting to be released.

Yet, before he could unleash the holy hell of the wind, the stone doors started opening by themselves. Charlie shook his head, "Called it." He muttered under his breath. His gaze was blinded by a bright light from the other side of the door. That was when he felt sick to his stomach, his brain was screaming at him to turn back before it was too late, and his feet were rooted in place from fear. Before him was a room of beautiful white tiles, well once beautiful room. The whole place was in shambles and disarray. Yet, this wasn't from age, no, this was from impact. The whole chamber was full of craters, on the wall, in the floor, on the ceiling, and even dents in the marble pillars.

Now what made him feel sick was the blood stains and smears all over the throne room. Dark red, and brown old blood stains colored the once white walls, floor, ceiling, and pillars. Corpses littered the room, bones were cracked spread out. There was so many of them. Peering into the craters only made his stomach turn, there was imprints, suggesting that the stains of blood was once a living thing but turned to mush by the sheer power of their impact. The smell of death was in the air.

He then moved into the room and the doors closed behind me. Oh how unpredictable that was. Then his green grey eyes finally locked onto the only noticeable living thing in the room. A...A mountain Goat?! What in the hell? As soon as he saw it, it was then hoisted into the air, just floating there. He had a really bad feeling all of sudden. His feeling turned out to be right when he saw the goat be repeatedly slammed into the ceiling. He quickly turned away from the gory scene before him.

He had heard the stories about this goddess, but this was...Far more than he even imaged. He turned back to see a new blood stain in the ceiling as it dripped the fresh dark blood of the newest corpse. Laughter filled the room. Then he had seen her-

"Hey Eina!" That was what stopped the half-elf from reading her book, Brisk. Just when it was getting to the good part too! She had also recognized that voice too. It sounds like Bell was in the guild today. Hopefully he didn't look like he was on the verge of death again. She wouldn't be surprised if he did though.


I saw the half-elf lift her head up from her book, she smiled at seeing me. I waved her over to me. She gave me a perplexed look, but nevertheless she walk over to us. I also noticed that my call had gotten the attention of everyone in the guild which only made me more comfortable. Man people really had nothing better to do.

Eina was standing behind Sophie, "It's good to see you Bell-san, What can I do for you?" I open my mouth to answer but that blonde elf beat me to it.

"He's trying to turn in a Minotaur Magic stone." It became deadly silent in the guild. It was stunned silence. Sure there wasn't that many in the guild but it was enough.

"A Minotaur?!" Was Eina's shocked response. How was even possible? The crowd that was in the guild was listening in on 'our' conversation. I could hear the whispers from behind me. It seemed that I was, a little too right. These people were literally not believing me and my story. Yet none of them had even heard it. "That shouldn't be possible."

The elf nodded, "That is why I think he had stolen it." It was at that moment I felt like a ball that just crash through a window, shattering the glass. So that was what she was implying?! I felt so mad, and shocked. She assumed I stole it. You see, she couldn't prove I had stolen it, because people steal things all the time. It's just I wouldn't get the credit for slaying the monster. The credit meant everything to an adventurer. Sure I would still get the money for the stone, but I would have bad rap, a really bad rap if that was the case. I couldn't go down like this! That and I could feel the crowd glaring at me. They were believing the elf!

I quickly found a rebuttal to that though, "You honestly think I could steal a Minotaur magic stone from a level two adventurer?"

I thought I had it with that one and even Eina seemed to think that, until the Sophie spoke up again. "But it would be much easier to do so then kill a Minotaur."

Just like that, I was back to square one. "I...Er...Um I…" Was my response to her. I looked at Eina for help but she seemed to see the logic in what the elf said. I turned to see the crowd glaring and sending disapproving looks at me. I was stuck. What was I gonna do now?!

Then, like a gift from a god or goddess, the doors to the guild building slammed open. The air was then filled with unease and anger, much more so then what it was. The one that had thrown the doors open was a male of five foot ten inches. He has black and gray hair along with cat ears and a tail. He was a cat person! His eyes were covered by his metal visor he wears with the rest of his armor. He has on a long sleeved, black shirt with grey buttons, on the right side of his chest was a dark grey piece of armor covering his chest held in place by three light grey straps. Most of his arms are protected by long light grey gauntlets that has a black belt fastened around his biceps. Instead of having a belt around his waist it was round his stomach. It was colored in a light grey and a black buckle. The blet also held a long piece of cloth that covered the right side of his upper leg and went around to his backside. His pants were black, baggy, and tucked nicely into his black boots. On his back was his weapon of choice, a spear.

Everyone had turned to see the new comer and then knew who he was immediately. His gaze was fixated on one person, and one person only...Me…

He marched right up to the booth paying no one no mind. He was looking at the teller with complete and total hatred. If his bared teeth were something to go by. "Allen-" She started nervously.

"Listen here wretch, you will give him credit for that Minotaur." He commanded of the blonde elf.

"But ther-" She tried but was quickly cut off from speaking.

He growled at her, "Are you call me a liar? I saw him led thing over a cliff to its doom. I will not tell you again. Give him the credit." He told her again.

He had seen me? But how? When? I was so confused. I didn't even see him at all, so how could he have known that I killed a Minotaur? He even knew that I had lead it off a cliff. That means he had seen me do what I did. I can't believe it. This guy had been watching me. I narrow my eyes in thought, 'Why was he watching me? He came to help me, but the way he's acting it's like he doesn't want to be here.' I pondered the appearance of the cat person. It seems he also came in right on time too. How convenient.

The elf nodded dumbly, "Right Mr. Formal." She instantly went and changed my kill count and changed the highest killed monster to a Minotaur. Just who was this Allen Fromel? Why was everyone so scared of him? Allen Grunted before turning on his heels and strolled out of the guild.

I called to him, "Thanks." He didn't do anything or say anything. He just kept walking right out the guild building like nothing ever happened. I blinked and turned back to see the stunned Eina, "Who was that guy?" I pointed with my thumb at where the man had left. She looked at me like I was stupid.

"That was Allen Fromel, he's a level six adventurer from the Freya familia." She told me. A surprised look crossed my face. Not just because of Allen being a level six adventurer, no it was mostly because of him being from the Freya Familia. If I remember correctly...They had told me they would get back to me. Now seeing an adventurer from the Freya familia pop out of the woodwork to help me, made realize something important. Maybe this was how they recruited people, they shadowed them. They chose the ones that looked the most promising.

If that was the case...Then they must be very interested in me to actually help me with this matter. They had their eyes on me, and now, I had my eyes on them. I was going to keep my eyes open for them.

That was when I heard a cough from behind me, I froze in my spot. I turned to see Eina looking at me expectantly, "I think it's time to explain what happened, Bell-san." Oh yeah, I'm totally dead. Well at least the whisper changed from, he's a thief to He killed a Minotaur and we believe that now that Allen Formal had seen it! All it took was one person, and now everyone was looking at me with shock and realization. Well except Eina of course. Yep, it was going to be a long day.


The sky had turned dark as the sun fell behind the horizon. I was standing in front of Hostess of Fertility. The Hostess of Fertility sits on a brick lined street. It is a two story building made of stone that has the depth of a neat inn. As it is located along the Western Main Street, it is usually filled with a lot of customers. The front entrance has a set of double doors with wood carvings decorating the frame. Carvings can be seen in various places on the front of the pub. The Hostess of Fertility sign can be seen on the left side of the entrance, as well as on an overhanging sign with a crossed fork and knife. The Hostess of Fertility has a separate wooden building that has a large inner garden. A separate building had been planned to be built there but was canceled, leaving the garden vacant. However, due to the planned construction, a section of the garden was paved with stone.

All this trouble I had ran into today, I finally got to the thing I was looking forward to. I just hope nothing unexpected was going to happen yet again. Well, now that I got the waters cleared, thanks to the help of Allen Formal, word had spread yet again. People were looking at me with Awe and disbelief. I couldn't blame them either, after all, 'I could barely believe it myself…' I chuckled at my own thoughts. It was almost the same as when I lead bull back to its own pin.

Now I had to deal with more stares and a lot of people coming up to ask how I did it and what the real story was. I of course had always told the truth. I saved a couple of adventurers on the fourth floor from a Minotaur that had randomly appeared. I lead it to a cliff and made it rush at me so it fell over the cliff side. I didn't add anything to my story, there was no need and it would make the story less believable. I also hope that those adventurers from earlier are okay. Yet none of that was important at the moment. What was important was me completing my deal with that girl, Syr. I'm a man of my word. If I said I was going to do it, I damn well meant it. There was no backing out. Yep, and here comes another one of my grandfather words to live by moments that I loved so very much.

'A man is only as strong as his word and harem!' Truer words have never been said. Yes, my whole life I was train to have a harem through and through. Shaking my head at the thought, I went back to looking at the pub in front of me. I stood for a few more seconds as I could heard the loud chatter coming from the inside of pub. I nodded to myself and entered the establishment. I took a look around the bar-like setting and found it to be quite charming on the inside.

It was full of life and cheer. I could see various adventurers hanging around, casually chatting with one another, flirting, drinking, eating, and there were a pair of males in the back arm wrestling. The decorations and style gave of this homely feel to it, almost welcoming me here. Though it still felt like a bar. Then I smelt and saw the food. 'Amazing…' My mouth watered. Oh this place looked good after all. I saw a bunch of cute girls serving food to people.

There was proud elfess working here? Check. The entire staff female? Check. Out of my league? Never! Grandfather had told me that no woman or in my case, women, are out of your legae. They are not in my own. Never doubt yourself, and always pick yourself back up if you fail. That was the way of the Harem Masters! Yes that apparently is a thing, as sad as that sounds.

I was looking around the bar and hadn't noticed someone pop up right in front of me. I flinched backwards seeing Syr just randomly appear beside me. "Syr-chan!" I blurted out quite loudly grabbing the attention of multiple people around us. I became quite embarrassed by my outburst, I had also notice that Syr's cheek were bright red, implying she was also flustered too. Great...I had caused a scene...Yay. I managed to smile at her nervously, it was a terrible smile but it wasn't all that bad either. It wasn't 'The smile that stole women's hearts,' but it would have to do.

My hands tighten into fists, 'Damnit grandfather!' Oh who the hell was I kidding, this what my grandfather had been preparing me for. I might as well use that knowledge of his to see if works.

She seemed to get over it easily though as she gave me a pleased smile, "I was hoping you'd arrive soon." She told me in a cheery tone. "I had Mama Mia set up a reserved spot for you at the bar!"

I blinked in surprise, "Really, all that for me?" I said dumbly. It seemed that Syr was really pulling all the stops for me. I wonder why she was doing this.

"Of course silly." She jested like we're good friends. Then I saw it. Oh is that the mischievous grin appearing on her lips that makes her look like Hades? Yep, I was in for it. "I after all told her that you would be dropping some major vails tonight. She was happy to oblige with me." After she had said that she takes a deep breath and faces the crowd. "Now seating one!" She called out. Did they really have to yell that out loud? I guess they spelled subtle with an explosion.

That was when I heard some voices when people turn to look at me.

"Hey is that the no level?"

"Yeah it is."

"I heard he found and beat a undiscovered floor boss."

"No way! Him, it's him!?"

"There's a rumor going around that he killed a Minotaur."

"Yeah I saw that in the guild profile on him."

"So it's true?!"

Damn! How damn fast do rumors spread around this city? It seems like people already heard I beat a Minotaur. Jeezus, sweat Mary of Joshua.

'Oh is that right.' I thought about what Syr had said. The more this girl talked the more I thought she was devil. My eye twitched, 'Well two can play at that game.' Grandpa's wisdom coming to front of my mind. This time it was for me to grin like a pixie, a look she had seen and was growing cynical about. I took her closest hand, she seemed shocked by the action, I knelt down before her, her face instantly turning red. She knew where I was going with this and so did the onlookers. "Of course, Milady." I kissed her hand. She was a total shipwreck. I stood up looking into bluish-grey eyes, "Please lead the way."

She couldn't form any words so she motioned for me to follow her, sporadically moving in different direction as if she forgot where I was supposed to sit, completely flustered the whole time. I believe that is my win. I also took note that she like to tease, however should you tease her back...Checkmate. Oh this was going to be a fun night. Alright grandpa don't you fail me now!

She stopped in the middle of the sea of tables, perplexed and embarrassed were the emotions dancing across her face. Her head drops in defeat. I think I must of fried her brain or something. With big watery eyes she looks up at me, I thought I died of a heart from the cuteness overload. No wait! I couldn't die now! I didn't have a harem of four or more women, hadn't had sex, or defeat the one eyed monster. I haven't completed my grandfather requirements before I die yet! My journey was not ending here. "Do you remember where I said your seat was." She whimpered out.

I stuttered out this reply, "The bar, I think."

Her shot up as she realized and she snapped her fingers, "That's right." She looked at me again and took hold of my hand, "This way Bell-kun~" Now it was my turn to become mess. Oh how the tables turn.

"Ye-s, er...de, right?" I was smooth criminal alright. We finally arrive at my seat at the bar. I had somehow managed to calm down from the girls actions. She had lead me to a counter seat at the end; the counter was shape like a long L. I'm right at the crook of building with the wall behind my back. There is only one seat where I'm at so no one can sit next to me. She left me here and went to go back and do her job. That was when I notice a Giant of a woman.

She was standing a five foot eleven inches, towering over me. She must have been a dwarf. She has light brown eyes, long brown hair in a ponytail, and she had bulk. I believed she could easily kick my ass. She was wearing a Hostess of Fertility manager uniform which consists of: a blue, long puffed sleeve with wide-neck and white trimming, white collar, above the knee dress. A white Apron and a small black bow under the collar, black leggings, Short brown, ankle boots, and there was golden band around her stomach.

I realized this must be the owner of the bar. She raised an eyebrow while inspecting me over. A bold smile spread crossed her face, "So your Syr's guest, eh? Haha. You have a charming face for an adventurer!" She broadcasted that loudly. In fact I thought I saw Syr almost trip as was staying near me. It was obvious she was listening in on the conversation and caught some hidden meaning. In fact she took off further away from me. I wish I could have done that. I was stuck with dwarfess and her teasing.

I scratched the back of my head i didn't want to seem rude by not answering her, "Ah thank you," My eyes narrowed in thought. What would grandfather say…Ah I got it. "And you have lovely brown eyes." It was safe a compliment to be sure, but it also wasn't lie. There was a lot of care in those brown eyes of hers.

"Oh-ho, a smooth talker are ya?" She asked leaning over the counter looking into my eyes. She was in my personal space, okay how to hand this? I gave a kind smile, "I wouldn't say I'm a smooth talker, they tend to lie. I only tell the truth." Yes, right out of page eighteen in my handbook. Please let that work grandfather.

She seemed to lighten up at that, she was a lot more friendly now after giving me a big slap on the back. I didn't feel like she wanted to eat me any longer. "Just give us a holler if you need somethin'! I hear you're going all out tonight! I'll keep the food comin' you just keep orderin'!"

I slowly turn my head to Syr grinning evilly at me. "Oh did ya now?" I said after her declaring that little bit of information. I smiled at Syr and pointed at her with my index finger shaking it lightly while thinking, 'Oh you. You little rascal you...Oh you!' "I wonder who could have said that?" I knew the answer. The witch was right behind me after all.

She then laughed, "...Hee-hee-hee." She was trying to pull a fast on over me. Ha like I didn't know. I grew up with a conman as a grandpa.

Oh, I was so getting her back. "Well, I had told Mama Mia that I invited someone here tonight, and I kind of told her that you can go hog wild…"

"Hog wild?!" I exclaimed in dismay, "Who even said that any more?!" I practically yell. I was not fat and not should be compared to a hog of all things.

"I'm rooting for you!" She cheered full-heartedly. I guess she must make more if she brings in customers that spend a lot of money. Why root for someone when it comes to eating? This wasn't a food eating competition!

Yes, opportunity moment. "Really!" I replied brightly with a grin, "Well I bet I can do anything now that I got such a beautiful girl rooting for me!" This girl might be Clever, but I'm better. Well, that is until they start flirting with me. Then I become a stuttering mess, especially if they were an elf, really cute, or I wasn't ready. Though Syr was easy now that I notice she was weak to teasing.

Her cheeks were once again a shade of pink, "P-please, ta-ke your time and order me-I mean, order when you're ready." She quickly scurried away from me. I blinked with a smile on my face, 'Okay, that was odd.'

I sighed to myself, well I should have really seen this coming. Looking back to the counter top I just notice a menu that was left me. I had no idea how I didn't noticed it being placed down before me. I didn't linger on thought since I could feel my stomach rumbling. I took up the menu in my hands as started scanning through it. I could see the food was quite pricey, but I didn't care. You know, let's start with an old classic. Pasta. It was three hundred vails. Damn. This bowl better be the size of Babel.

I placed in my order, which the bartender was all but happy to take. Looking around the bar, I saw all kinds of foods. The food here had this flashy appearance. This was my first time eating at a bar, I really didn't expect the food to as pricey as it was.

"How about some Ale?" I reacted quickly snapping my head to see the large woman getting ready to pour me a tall glass.

"No thanks, I don't like alcohol." There was a lot of spite in my voice when I said. Mama Mia noticed that and stopped to look down at me. Saying I didn't like alcohol was like saying mice didn't like cats. I hated the drink. I started looking through the drink menu, "I'll have a Raspberry limeade though." Much to my shock she had that drink on the counter in less than ten seconds. Now that was fast service if I had ever seen it.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I turned to see that grey haired girl I 'love' so much. She had popped up out of nowhere again when I was halfway through my pasta.

"Well...To be honest…" I looked around the bar, I saw that I was the only one sitting by themselves. "The foods great," I grinned at her, "But the service is much better." She held that silver tray she had been holding closer to her. I turn away from her and remembered why I didn't like going to places like this. "Yet it's lonely over here." I mumbled quietly to myself. Well I thought I did it quietly, but I turned to Syr doing something odd.

She unties her apron; her dusty hair shakes as she pull it off of herself. She puts it up on a hook on the wall meant for jackets and cloaks, drags a stool up to me, and sits down.

I raise my eyebrow up at her, "What about your job?"

She waved my question off like it matter to her. "The kitchen is little busy, but the others have everything covered. It also seems that it's slowing down too." She shoot the owner a pleading look. Oh so she did care it seemed.

The owner only shrugs before giving a nod. She was fine with it.

I gave Syr a smile, "Thanks for this morning, the sandwiches were great."

She shook her head at me, "No, no. You coming here was worth my empty stomach." Oh so she was still playing that card huh? She acted like she was dying from hunger.

Yep, evil. I smirked at her, "Don't you mean it worth forcing me here to spend all this money?" I asked her knowingly. I wasn't mad, but this food was damn expensive.

She giggles at my question before bowing her head at me, "Sorry."

'No your not.' I thought bemusedly. I wasn't going to complain. I had money for days. I was just penny pinching until I got house of my own. However I could come around this place more often. It was rather cosy. I ate and talked with Syr for a time. I learned some new things about the bar from her.

The owner of this Bar, Mama Mia, was an a first class ex-adventurer. She had gotten permission from her god to retire from dungeon crawling and opened up shop. I had a lot more respect for the woman behind the counter. I was right when I said she could kick my ass. Yet I also found out that many of hostess here could very well kick my ass up and down the street if they wanted too. Syr also told me that Mama Mia only hires women, period. She also only hires women of questionable backgrounds and welcomes them with open arms.

I happened to look at the girl, "And what about you? If you don't mind me asking." I add that last part to not be rude like how that question came out. She just tells me it looked like a fun place to work. Hmm, I don't really buy that answer, but I'll accept for now. She'll tell me when she wants to, not before, not after.

I nodded at her and she adds, "We've become really popular with the adventurer all of a sudden, so money is flowing in. They pay is also good too." Money, money, money!

"...Are you one of those people who's in love with money, Syr?" I asked jokingly. She just hit me in the arm which got me to laugh.

"No, I like seeing and hearing all the stories. It excites me." She said truthfully looking around the bar at the multiple groups of people. "More people means more possibilities." She looks at me with her eyes smiling at me. I was caught in her gaze.

She gives me one of those fake coughs when she saw me looking at her, her cheeks turning red too. She speaks up after a s second trying to regain control, "Anyways, that's how it is. I guess meeting new people is fun. My heart yearns for it." She looked at me, I notice that out the corner of my eyes. I was however staring elsewhere. The front door to be exact. There seemed to be a commotion over there. 'Damn. It has to be at the time I find some damn common ground with Syr too.'

This was a big party of adventurers. Wait a minute...Hey! That's the tall Elven beauty with sparkling emerald colored hair I saw earlier today. This must have been her familia. I could tell that they must have been powerful adventurers. The rest of the adventurers consist of: two amazons, one werewolf, and another elf.

The other elf in question has long yellow orange hair, round dark blue eyes and pointy ears. She is wearing a rosette pink cape on top of a white shirt and pink corset dress. On her legs was white thigh high socks that looks like it was attached to the dress, like garters, maybe. A purple bow hangs at the collar, and pink high heels with straps, or bands, or whatever you call them. She was also short; standing in at five foot one.

Behind her is the only male, the werewolf. As with the normal werewolf appearance; his ears are on the top of his head being the same color as his light grey hair, fierce, slitted amber eyes, a fluffy light grey tail, and a purple tattoo of lightning bolts under his left eye. He has on a small grey vest like jacket with a furred collar that has a strap keeping it in place. The jacket showed off his toned body from the years of hard work he'd put into training. Under that jack was a black vest that pretty much did the same; showed of his body. On his arms was silver forearm protectors that has some sort of black cloth that wrapped around his middle fingers. His lower body was mostly covered by black pants that was held up by a golden belt, and armored, silver boots that went up past his knees with two red dots in the shin area. Then he has a black band around his neck.

Behind him was the two amazons. They both stood at five foot five inches, have light brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes. They looked way too similar to not be sisters.

The one on the left had shorter, messier hair. Her two bangs have two golden tube like accessories near the bottom of the bangs making it look like a lion's tail. She has a lot of golden accessories on her person such as: multiple necklaces, one of which has blue gems hanging from it, two bracers, and multiple bands on her ankles with the last one having blue gems hanging from it. She had no shoes, a small white tube top that shows off her belly. She had on a long piece of yellow cloth that was tied together on the left side. It has a large green stripe that runs along the bottom of the cloth with a orange stripe cutting the green one in half. Hanging by the tie, that showed off a lot of leg, looked to be an orange belt-like accessory on the inside of the cloth. The last article of clothing was a belt with a yellow, orange, and green tribal pattern.

The amazon on the right has her longer hair straight with her two bangs braided with two small bands at the end of them. Unlike the other amazon next to her, her accessories are all silver rather than gold. The accessories are as follows: a pair of blue gem earrings, two silver band necklaces, two silver bracers, and five silver ankle bands with the last one having blue gems hanging from it. Her top was red and showed off her shoulders and cleavage with a silver attachment over her hill tops. She had on a short piece of yellow cloth that was tied together in the middle. It has a similar design to the other amazon next to her. Her legs were covered by red leggings which were held together by blue gems.

I watched as they were led to a large table in the opposite corner; they must have had a reservation made. I could hear some of the commotion from the other adventurers around me.

"Hey look at those guys..." Someone says a little too loud, "...Are they royalty or something?"

"Of course not, moron." The male adventurer insulted his friend most likely, "Look at their emblems." He pointed out.

I decided to take his advice that he had gave to his friend. My eyes widened when I got a look at the emblem. They were from the giant slayer familia. The Loki Familia. They were all first class adventurers. It was like I was staring at the dream team in the flesh. Each one of them was an all star. Wait...This the familia with...That girl...Ais Wallenstein. My mind wandered back to the scene at the guild building after I had told Eina the full story of what had happened.

"You reckless idiot!" She berated me. "Do you realize how stupid that was?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Obviously."

"Obviously not!" She countered, "Do my lessons not mean anything to you?"

"Of course they do!" I assured her that what she had taught me was meaningful to me, "You were the one to tell me to think with my brain rather than my sword, err knife."

She glared at me, "And yet, here we are. You barely making out alive once again."

"Look!" I let my emotions get the better of me, the shock on face told her she wasn't expect me to lash out like that, "I saw that three people were going to die at that moment, their deaths would have been my fault if I didn't help them. I was not going to let three people die in front of me, and I would do it again." My voice had tone finality to it.

She just shook her head at me, "Just be more careful please."

I smiled at her, "I will do my best, just hopefully the dungeon doesn't have other plans." Then I realized something, a grim look crossed my face, "I have a question."

She smirked at me, "I just might have an answer."

"Do you know an adventurer with long, straight, golden blond hair, and eyes. Wears white and blue armor, female, has an emotionless face like a doll?" I said deadly serious that it must've unnerved Eina a tad.

"That's oddly specific."

Indeed it was, indeed it was. That was where she had told me who it was that I described. Yet to my extreme luck, she wasn't here. I heard the chairs screech as they seated themselves down.

"...Bell…" I heard Syr voice break me out of stupor. I saw a cute pout on her face, 'Oops, I've been ignoring her.'

"I'm sorry about that Syr." I apologized, "I was a little distracted."

She raised her eyebrow, "Oh-ho, so you like your girl wearing barely anything?" She asked in a teasing tone.

I blushed at her true statement. Though I was quick with my reply, "Well less means more." Damnit grandpa! Her face flushed red as well. There was now an awkward silence between us, "Well...Yeah. I was distracted by what happened in the dungeon today, I just recognized one of them."

There seemed to be a sparkle in her when I said dungeon. "Is there a story, Bell-Kun?"

I nodded as my answer, "Well...It's quite the story." I smirked at her, "I can tell you if you want."

"Please!" She all but begged. It was at this moment I realized that, this was what I had always wanted when I wanted to be an adventurer. I wanted to share my experiences with others, in a setting just like this. This what I had always dreamed of when I was younger. I told my story of today's past events. Completely forgoing about the Loki familia.

"Then I ran past that green haired elf over there when I beat the Minotaur." I told gesturing over to the elfess sitting at the table in the corner.

"Woah…" Was Syr intelligent reply. "That's amazing Bell-Kun!" She blurted out childishly.

"Well I was just-"

"Hey! Remember that White haired dork? You know, ghost boy?" My head snapped in the direction of the Loki familia table. My gaze was pointed at the werewolf.

"Ghost boy?" The green haired elf asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah the one who sprinted past you. He looked like he had seen a ghost!" Laughed the grey haired...Mutt. That and what he said really wasn't all that funny. Nah, it was pretty lame. "He must've been scared shitless!"

Well...My dinner was officially ruined now.


Author's notes: Kudzu is a quick-growing eastern Asian climbing plant with reddish-purple flowers, used as a fodder crop and for erosion control. It has become a pest in the southeastern US. That is just so you what it is. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Also you might have seen some influences in the title and character quote. Yes it is the killers. If you don't know who they are, I feel sorry for you. Lastly I cut this chapter in half because it was way too long. Review and fave! I'M pumped for the next chapter.