Eh, I had time to kill not much to make corrections but here you go I guess. Definitely won't be consistent with this and stuff. If you want to copy and paste it before continuing it elsewhere, you have my permission.

I'm not paid to care and shit so do you, as long as it doesn't get me in trouble. I hate trouble, it's troublesome. Anyway, thanks for giving this shitty fic a chance, I appreciate it. Now onto the chap which I will say still looks like its drafted state.

WARNING: Possibly dumb jokes ahead. I'm not a comedian and hence have the right to be as unfunny as Lilly Singh.

Edit: what the fuck is with fanfic. Net messing up formatting. Geez

Chapter 2

"Goddess, we need to talk. It's urgent," said Bell with grave eyes. The goddess in question was a petite woman with large breasts dressed in a white dress that reached the middle of her thighs.

Her back was exposed and on her hands were white gloves. Her black hair was tied into twin tails by accessories that resembled the halves flowers which were separated by her head. They were colored white and blue.

A blue ribbon was tied over her arms and said ribbon travelled below her bountiful breasts.

The petite goddess' eyes narrowed at the sight of Bell. Something about him was very different as his childish shining eyes were absent. And the way he approached and addressed her far different from the way he did earlier that morning.

Something was very wrong.

Hestia's eyes left Bell and looked past him to see 5 strangely dressed people even by Orario's standards. Starting from the left was an extremely effeminate man with a strange, chapeau that served as both a crown that resembled a sun and a visor. He was dressed in white prayer robes with gold trimmings.

Standing beside him was another person in prayer robes but black and with no decoration; the cloth was swaddling. He wore a hood over his slightly gaunt face and greyish-white hair, making it appear as if he had crawled out of a crypt. The afore mentioned factors failed to mask his regal aura that spoke of majesty and royalty. His lithe frame was borderline unhealthy but the way he carried himself was perfect as if he had been trained to create the perfect first impression.

Next to that gentleman was a person who looked similar to him but taller and had a lean frame that resembled a professional sprinter's. He wore bronze knight armor with tattered clothe at his waist and a crown that almost resembled the towers of Twilight manor and strangely enough, like the first person his crown covered his eyes. His skin had a more lively tint to it compared to the person she assumed was his brother. His hair was the same greyish-white hue.

Following him was a either a short man or a prum with wheat colored skin and a bald head. He was dressed in maroon robes with gold decorations and sitting on top of his head was a golden crown. There was an intellectual glint in his eyes as they darted to and fro, surveying his surrounding without pause.

Next to the pygmy there was man built like a mountain. A bronze crown sat over a hood made from chainmail and a cloak was worn under bronze chest piece. His elbow and part of his forearm were exposed for a short distance before the length met its end at his golden vambraces. These vambraces travelled to up with his wrists and stopped there. His hands had no gloves, exposing that they were heavily calloused and burnt. His face was handsome, even more so that the man in bronze armor.

"Oh… I see," she started without pausing the pour of her suspicious gaze. The lords of cinder standing behind Bell were not offended in the slightest, in fact they would all be worried if the woman was not cautious of them considering their circumstances.

After their appearance in the dungeon, the lords raised their aura to create a perimeter which no monster dared to approach, allowing Bell to compose himself and explain where they were. He gave them a quick crash course of the world, the city they were in and a few other subjects.

From there he addressed each of his colleagues individually with regards to social norms. He did not want Aldrich walking around shoveling arms into his throat or something even if he stopped doing that. Being in his soul form prevented him from eating. Initially he attempted to devour the other lords of cinder but he kept getting thwarted. This continued until he overcame his withdrawal and to everyone's surprise, it turned out that he was a pretty well-mannered gentleman.

He explained that he was someone who was experimented on in Irithyll in hopes of reproducing the power of Manus, instead what they got was a corrupted undead who didn't stop at devouring souls, but also devoured bodies until he turned into the bloated sludge he was known to be.

He hated being that way and as if by divine blessing, he dreamt of an age of deep seas after ruminated the fading of the flame. A warm pleasant place where people could be tied to this world like dregs at the bottom of an ocean. This meant that the Aldrich would never be able to take anyone's life again.

He was pretty cool.

The twin princes were their most recent companions. Bell discouraged Lothric from riding Lorian's back because adult men giving each other piggybacks would draw too much attention. He could walk on his own and he didn't look anywhere as sickly as he used too. Lorian too had been cured of his ailments allowing him to walk normally and talk.

Ludleth was discouraged to cease his archaic speech was told to emulate how he, the ashen or even Andre spoke. In this world, his manner of speech was extremely Archaic.

Yhorm was fine but Bell had to make sure that the now human-sized giant could control his profaned flame. It was an exceptionally powerful pyromancy whose power increased to chaos pyromancy levels when used on people.

After receiving confirmation from Yhorm, Bell stated he would keep watch of him for a little while. Yhorm was a little saddened by his friend's actions but was by no means offended. His profaned flame went out of control when he went to link the fire resulting in the destruction of his kingdom.

Bell understood what that would do to Yhorm's mental state and how much grief it would cause other people if he lost control.

The abyss watcher had the ability to restrain the abyss and it so happened that Yhorm's profaned flame was an abyssal power.

Concluding individual talks, another council meeting was commenced.

During this little council meeting, the lords threw countless questions at Bell regarding things that would be common place in their former world such as if there was a first flame, what kind of monsters existed, how undead were treated et cetera.

Monsters in this world could not have their souls taken from them to power up their slayers, there was no first flame nor undead. There were gods and their population far exceeded that of their old world and their power too but same couldn't be said for adventurers.

After sometime, it was decided that the lords would all join the Hestia familia so they would have full access to their powers even if they were weakened. Aldrich could still use his sorceries but they weakened to the point that his crystal soul spear looked like a farron dart cast by a hollow. Yhorm had his profaned flame, Lothric and Lorian their miracles and Ludleth his curses and hexes.

They all had their individual weapons with them but they noted that their storage boxes only had 7 slots but fortunately for them, items like magic stones were stackable. Lothric had his scythe, talisman and holy sword, Lorian had his great sword and shield, Yhorm his machete and great shield, Aldrich his spear-like catalyst and dark moon bow and Bell his Farron Straight sword and parrying knife.

Their weapons were treated as sets(armor counts too) so they only took up one slot, leaving them with 6 slots open for storing other items. Upon their discussion's conclusion, they rushed past a green-haired woman with long, pointed ears and a blonde-haired teenager with honey-colored eyes who were visibly perturbed. Their vexation stemmed from the odd aura with monster repelling properties left behind by them.

Bell sighed, noticing his goddess eying his friends before reaching out and gently clasping her hand. His begging eyes evaded her romantic affections for him and struck the maternal side of love for him. The goddess nodded before reaching behind her and untying her apron before pulling it over her head and hanging it on one of the hooks by her hip.

She turned to look at her superior who was quick to give thumbs up as he too was familiar with Bell. The change must have rattled him as well as he had dropped his mug of coffee and was sipping on air, not registering that his drink was now on the floor.

"And that's the conclusion of our story," Bell said at the end of his oration. A few hours had passed since he and the other lords had approached Hestia. They were now seated on benches that had been rotting and broken in the abandoned before they were fixed by Ludleth and Aldrich through the use of restorative magic.

"… So you are telling me. You went to another world."

"Yes."

"And became a lord of cinder, a person who fueled the sun."

"Basically."

"And you were basically a zombie. No, all of you were zombies"

"All of us except the twins, but yes."

"And Aldrich, Yhorm, Lorian, Lothric and Ludleth are lords of cinder too?"

"No, ma'am, we rejected linking the fire so we are not lords of cinder," softly corrected Lothric. "The linking of the flame has caused countless lives to be enslaved and condemned to suffer because of the paranoia of a dead god. We could not allow that to happen to our kingdom. After years of study, we discovered that kingdoms prior to the first flame had no troubles living in the dark so we prepared ourselves.

When we engaged other kingdoms in skirmishes, our knights would put on brave facades as some had the curse on them. Dying is better than hollowing. When you die, your soul rests but when you die and go hollow, you wonder aimlessly seeking to devour souls at any cost. All your relationships, your obligations, your interests will disappear. When one hollows they disappear.

And a significant portion of our knights were branded with the dark sign meaning that one day, they would turn against the very things they swore to protect. The oaths they obliged themselves to would be rendered null by their own hands.

Prolonging the age of fire only protracted what we decided was unnecessary suffering after many years of research. As monarchs, our duty is to the hearts of the people. Losing the fire would be hard at first but we would survive until the next flame appeared.

We created dragons using pus of men so they may bring us light with their flames and assist us in guarding our bastions," Lorian explained their decision.

"Oh," Hestia muttered with a nod and a small smile. "I understand your circumstances and welcome you into my familia. I'll quickly grant you your falnas but I need to update Bell's first," she stated before offering her finger to the white-haired boy who summoned his Farron straight sword and nicked her finger before making it vanish, along with his shirt.

"Lady Hestia."

"Yes Ludleth?" the goddess responded as she looked through the numbers on Bell's back. With his and the others' crazy stories, she was prepared to see such absurd numbers.

"Your kind. What are their general idiosyncrasies?" he questioned, watching his tongue so he may not speak in archaic language. Bell had warned all of them to speak like how most people in their world spoke otherwise they would get raised eyebrows.

"Hedonists. Shameless hedonists," she sighed in indignation because gods did ruin a lot of people's lives unnecessarily as they were slaves of their desires. There was no punishment for them because who could judge them? They were literally the ones that judged the souls of mortals. Only other gods can judge other gods but because most gods were the typical hedonist, no one judged them. Everything was fine as long as they had fun.

A goddess as kind as Hestia couldn't stomach their cruelties but she had long since accepted the reality. Many thousands of years ago.

"Ho?" questioned Aldrich with narrowed eyes, "so are we right to assume that if it is announced that this familia is powerful, many gods will attempt to pit their children against us solely for entertainment."

"That's right. I am really sorry for the trouble you are about to go through. It's hard for most people to get their heads around it but heaven is extremely boring. Like reeeaaallly boring. Us gods never change but mortals are always changing and I am sure you know where I am going with this," she responded kindly before handing Bell his stat sheet and moving behind Lorian who quickly removed his armor.

"Now Aldrich, don't go eating your opponents, you hear?" Joked Yhorm who drew a quirked eyebrow from the saint of the deep.

"In my defence I was an experiment infected by the abyss," he smoothly answered while playing with his luscious tufts of hair.

"Aldrich was a cannibal?" Hestia paused while writing on Yhorm's back.

"Indeed, he devoured so many people that his body bloated and turned into a viscous sludge. His alternate title, devourer of gods is quite literal. He devoured several gods and you are looking at one of his victims right now," answered Ludleth causing Hestia's eyes to widen comically.

"Fret not our lady, we shall serve as your ramparts against him," Yhorm added.

"Although no longer of the abyss or the deep, he similar to it making me his worst enemy. Don't worry about him goddess," Bell chimed in with a small grin at the sight of the gorgeous man farming up tick marks.

"I am well versed in miracles, including ones that banish the abyss," said Lothric.

"CAN YOU PEOPLE STOP SPEAKING LIKE I'M SOME MINDLESS GLUTTON!" he yelled at, standing up with a clenched fist and a vicious glare which was directing at the offenders.

"""""Hehehe."""""

Aldrich sighed and averted his gaze while removing his robes leaving him dressed in white leggings, allowing Hestia to get to work on placing her signature on his back.

"Hey Aldrich," said Bell.

"What?" he responded acerbically.

"Remember Ash's 254th death against Midir?" Bell questioned causing the other lords to gaze upon the devourer of gods to become extra amused.

"No," Aldrich refused apombly.

"Yes," responded Bell.

"No," Aldrcih refused acerbically.

"Yes," Bell answered with a tone glazed with amusement and eyes with a childish excitement.

"No! Fuck no! Abyss watcher!" Aldrich growled to threaten the boy and slowly released his embers for good measure. It was unfortunate that every occupant in the room was pretty much a deity with similar abilities, Hestia included as she is a god of fire.

It was like being a porcupine and watching another porcupine brandish its quills. Not very threatening.

"Now, now Mr. Devourer of gods, that's not very saint like language besides you are a man and men keep their promises." Bell's dark laughter pierced the din of the giggling lords' laughters.

"You made Yhorm lick the cursed-great wood's balls when he lost to you. We are just asking you to put on the ring. We all saw you taking it out of Ash's inventory," spoke Lorian ignoring the visibly green-faced Yhorm.

"Ugh! Fine!" he put on the gender-swap ring, revealing perky, naked breasts that went boing as they appeared. Literally. The boys who all tumbled off the bench in rolling, raucous laughter. Each lord, even the normally stoic Yhorm was had rivulets of tears rushing down their cheeks as they clutched their stomachs to assist in keeping their laughs sealed. It was failing horribly.

Hestia's eyes were wide in surprise and could not comment because of how outlandish the situation before her was. Who would expect something like this? She attempted to chide them but none of the lords heard her due to their cackles. All she could offer was a sympathetic look.

"What the hell man! Why are you so hot?!" Bell howled as tears streamed down his cheeks before his blasted out of the church via soul arrow.

"Strut your stuff girl," joked Yhorm who sent sailing through the air, following Bell.

The woman took off the ring and became a man once more. "Keep laughing and you will be turned into pin-cushions," he threatened causing the Lorian, Lothric and Ludleth to obediently shut their mouths and sit themselves back on the bench.

They all watched each other's battles against Ash. That arrow rain attack of Aldrich was something none of them wanted to experience.

"Sheesh, it's just a joke man," remarked Bell as he entered the church leading Yhorm back inside.

"Why don't you put it on?" Aldrich asked with indignation, his eyes watering and his cheeks bright red. The quiet lords let out "pffts" at how cute the person who was regarded as the most terrifying lord of cinder was.

"Sure," Bell responded before casually approaching Aldrich and pulling the ring off his finger before sliding it onto his own. His shoulders and waist narrowed while his hips expanded and but inflated.

Boing!

"Huh? Not as bad I thought. How do I look?" she inquired as turned her body while surveying it. Her skin was soft, she was curvy and had a pretty cute face. Slightly above average compared to the typical Orario female adventurer.

To people outside of Orario, the women there were gorgeous yet inside they were absolutely average.

Bell earned a number of compliments and cat calls.

"Hmmm," Bell traced a finger over her skin, relishing in his softness while repressing the urge to scream at men being sexist and objectifying women for reason. Being a woman wasn't as bad as she thought, it was kinda peaceful, so peaceful that he was sure nothing could ruin this mo-

BRRRPPFFTTTTTTT

"I queefed… I fucking queefed. Of all things! Quee- I am never making fun of Friede again," Bell felt conscious of the lords staring at her with dropped jaws.

"I forgot women fart out of their vaginas, shit… Yeah… Fuck this ring, I miss my John already," Bell said before yanking it off and handing it back to Aldrich.

"Eh…" Aldrich was muted by Bell's actions.

"We'd all put it on for jests," said Ludleth, causing everyone else to shrug. "It is not as if we are going to engage in coitus," he continued.

(AN: If you are disgusted, this basically like putting on makeup with your bros. Don't be stiff, it's just dudes fucking around. If you had a gender swap ring with no perm effects and your bros were with you, wouldn't you put it on for shits and giggles?)

"I… You…" Aldrich stattered causing another round of laughter among the gentlemen.

"Come on guys, don't be like that. He is on his period. Days are rough because he bloodied his panties. We need to support hi-"

"Another word out your mouth and I really will turn you into a fucking pincushion you little shit!" Aldrich said while hoisting his darkmoon bow and pointing it at Bell.

"That's enough all of you. We have a few things to discuss," Hestia cut them off, causing the Saint to send his bow back into his inventory.

"Alright, firstly we need to designate a captain."

""""Bell,"""" they announced in unison.

"Okay, Bell you are captain. Since you are all level 6, there should be no trouble with you going to the deep floors. This solves the issue of funding for a new house or even better plot to build a new house. What will be your last names when you register as adventurers?" Hestia questioned resulting in a pause in the lords' thoughts.

"Mmmm, yeah I thought about that already. Yhorm Catarina, Lothric and Lorian Roceiros, Ludleth Coureland and Aldrich McDowell," Bell offered drawing tilted heads.

"Catarina?"

"In respect of your onion knight friend."

"Oh, I see," Yhorm had a small satisfied smile at the memory of Siegwald keeping his promise.

""Roceiros?""

"Your mother and father."

"McDowell?"

"That fat fuck of yours," Bell responded with a wave.

"Alright then, you guys can read and write, right?" Bell questioned, drawing a nod from all the lords. "This world is different from yours," Hestia reminded them.

"Yes, but that changed when we entered this world. Initially we failed to understand each other but after the use of a few miracles and our embers, we learned not only learned how to speak the language but also how to write it," explained the newly named Ludleth Coureland.

"Oh. I see," said Hestia before turning away from them. "Come to think of it, Bell, how will you approach the guild? Will you claim everyone here is level one or will report that they are all level six?"

"The latter. We have no reason to hide our strength and defending ourselves is not an issue. Them investigating us and finding no foul play will put us in a good position to sue them for damages to our reputation and the repercussions of them finding out will be troublesome. Really, the guild does not question one's history as long as they make them money so we will be fine.

Because of our experience and our status as high-level adventurers, we can easily rival if not surpass existing veterans. Only problem now is explaining how they appeared in Orario but oh well, we'll deal with that later," responded Bell after a moment of thought.

"Hmmm, okay. We'll figure something out," said Hestia.

"This guild, just how much power does it have?" asked Lothric.

"While it has no real military as a result of them being neutral, they hold a firm monopoly on the market for magic stones. This city while not as beautiful as Anor Lando is much more prosperous and has much better security and amusement. I take it back on the security part. Those silver knights are menaces," Bell answered drawing a nod of approval from Aldrich.

"Interesting," Lothric muttered before blinking. "Wait, where is Elfriede? Was she not cradling us before we were brought here?" Lothric suddenly asked causing the men besides Bell to widen their eyes in realization.

"Who is Elfriede?" asked Hestia.

"Bell's girlfriend and a dear friend of ours," responded Aldrich with a troubled look. Hestia's jaw dropped at the word "girlfriend" allowing her soul to slip out of her body.

"Oh, Friede is pretty close by. Dunno what she is doing but she isn't in danger. She took a bit of my blood after I defeated her so we have a link. I will get her later. While she is weak, she, like us is capable of embering up and she possesses an exceptionally powerful scythe with ice so cold that it could cause Yhorm's profaned flame to shiver," Bell shrugged before walking towards the exit.

"Goddess, please find us a large house with a training ground or a good plot. Whichever you prefer. I still remember magic stone rates so go for something within a 60 million vals range. Ludleth, after our registration bring our familia registry form, signed by the guild to our goddess. I will consult with my advisor Elma-"

"Eina," she corrected despondently, still not getting over the fact Bell had a girlfriend.

"Eina for about an hour. We need information on the deep floors," said Bell before exiting the church with all the lords except Ludleth.

"Please wear this ring, it is a ring that makes it easier for monsters to detect you and me to find you. Since there are no monsters in the city, you should be fine," said Ludleth after pulling off his skull ring.

"Sounds pretty ominous but okay," Hestia responded with a sigh drawing a small smile from the pygmy lord. He respectfully lowered his head then turned away and rushed after his friends.

The Pantheon, more commonly referred to as Guild headquarters was where the guild's main branch operated. They offered a number of services which facilitated many adventurers' livelihoods such as exchanging magic crystals for currency or offering classes that educated adventurers in all aspects of the dungeon.

Located on West main, close to Babel, it was placed conveniently so that tired and weary adventurers would not have to travel far in order get their business done. The only reason they did not use Babel as a headquarters was Babel had a hospital equipped with the latest magic stone technologies and the finest healers in the land. Even the famed Dea Saint occasionally worked there.

Aside from health facilities, the tower possessed a number of shops whose trade was in equipment for adventurers and offered showers which were famous with adventurers. This was the reason why despite a hard day at work, adventurers rarely stunk.

The tower and the headquarters building's close proximity was no coincidence.

Within the crowd of people who had mixed cloth culture, some being very weird and some being perfectly normal, the lords stood out. Aldrich's face was hauntingly beautiful as if he did not belong to this world with Lorian and Yhorm being within his realm. Aldrich was the epitome of feminine beauty and the pair were epitome of masculine beauty.

Aldrich strode with the elegance of a maiden making the other lords appear as high-class chaperones.

The crowns on their heads, paired with their regal attire and gorgeous faces gave the impression of royalty. Naturally eyes were drawn to the white-haired boy leading them giving way to the witnessing of Bell's confident gait.

The lords following the boy subserviently gave the impression that he was some kind of impressive leader.

Whispers billowed out from the countless lines of adventurers evenly distributed across the expansive, marbled space.

The material that composed the pantheon were indeed beautiful but Guild HQ was austere by design. It was plain in such a way that it encouraged the people within to focus on business related discussions.

There were a few paintings, murals and sculptures of famous adventurers and guild employees. The intended design of the guild hall led to all these art works being the focus of most people's attention.

Bell and the others approached the reception desk where a lone woman of elven and human descent sat with a book loosely in hand. She was dressed in a black suit, pants and jacket, that hugged her shapely figure.

"Miss Eina." Her long, pointed ears twitched upon the receiving Bell's words, making her tear her emerald eyes off the pages of the book she carried.

The guild wasn't very busy during that time of day due to most adventurers being in the dungeon leading to her reading to pass some time.

"Oh Bell, good afternoon," she greeted with a small smile.

"Good afternoon. Could you please register my new familia members as adventurers then give us a crash course on the middle to deep floors?" he requested.

"What? Did I hear that right?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me the first time, Miss Eina," Bell responded with a wry smile in remembrance of her personality.

"Good afternoon," she greeted the lords who all gave her a nod. "Please fill these registration forms while I talk to Bell," she said before ducking under the counter and procuring the required parchments before walking out of her station and grabbing Bell's arm and dragging him away.

"Misha, please tend to the gentlemen and lady," Eina called out, failing to notice Aldrich's scowl and the others' snickers.

With the pair now seated in a private booth, Eina unleashed a furious glare that demanded answers from the deceptively young adventurer.

"Bell, what has gotten into you?" Eina hissed, "Do you realize how dangerous those regions are? You haven't even passed the fourth floor yet you are requesting for information on the middle and deep floors of all places. What is wrong with you?!" she hissed, grasping the boy's shoulders.

She blinked, "Wait… Bell would be terrified right about now. Something's different about him," she noted in confusion and shock.

"There is nothing wrong with me Miss Eina. Is it not unnatural for first class adventurers to hang around the upper floors?" he inquired with aplomb.

"F-f-first class? Bell… You are pulling my leg right?"

"I am afraid not. Everyone in that group is level 6 and have joined Hestia familia. They have prior combat experience so do not worry about them being incompetent, we just need travel to middle floors and deep floors to collect fundings," he responded simply.

"LEVEL 6!!!!" they heard a voice shriek. The booth was excellent for keep sounds in but not as good for keeping them out. The voice they heard was Misha's, indicating that the lords had concluded their writ task.

"Level 6… That is quite the serious claim you are making there. Where did they come from? And how come no one seemed to recognize them?" she demanded with wide eyes.

"They stayed hidden for all their lives. As for their origins. Not my place to say," he expressed with a peaceful expression.

"Bell, what you are saying is they are within the realm of Loki and Freya familia's elites, are you absolutely sure that they are level 6?"

"I did see their status," he responded plainly, "and they can certainly back it up. Feel free to pit them against any first-class adventurer and see for yourself."

"I see. Very well, I'll believe you," she said before standing and walking towards the door.

"Thanks Miss Eina. This is why I love you," he laughed jovially at the explosion of red.

"B-Bell!"

"Now, don't just stand there. Let us go stop that co-worker of yours before she makes Aldrich mad," he said before placing his hand on the door and pulling. He gestured toward the door, allowing her to exit first prompting Bell to follow close behind.

"Cheeky little… Fine, let's get your friends and into the party advisory antechambers," Eina said in desperation, hoping her crimson face would subside. She didn't dare look up at Bell sly grin, knowing that she would die from embarrassment.

Upon exiting the advisor session area, they were met with the sight of people gazing upon the strange group of people with wide eyes. Standing next to them was the guild's top executive, Royman Mardeel and a blue haired woman in an orange cheongsam, Shakti Varma. Ludleth had taken charge of the role of being the group's spokesperson.

The woman turned to Yhorm and swung her fist so fast that air heated up. Everyone was sure he would be paste until their expectations were thrown out the window; the woman's fist had been caught by the master of the profaned flame.

He silently released her fist then averted his gaze as their business had been concluded.

Guild employees stared aghast as the woman repeated the process with the rest. Lothric ducked, Aldrich parried it, Lorian took the hit and shrugged it leading to her slugging him a few more times for good measure to no avail. Ludleth tilted his head and continued speaking as if she was not there.

The corpulent-elf's eyes a glint of visible joy at the registration of new first class adventurers. This meant that the guild had more resources to use to pursue the clearing of the dungeon. It would be one thing if they were normal first-class adventurers but they were highly experienced, meaning that they were expedition ready.

Royman Mardeel, although greedy, had great loyalty toward the guild and was exceptionally hardworking. The organization's best interests were usually his own so he naturally hastened the registration process for the newly minted first-class adventurers.

It wasn't too strange that they were unknown, after all, the world was quite large and some people made an effort to keep their levelling a secret. Ludleth had explained that they all reached this level by battling extraordinary opponents and killing them.

With the information he collected from Ludleth, he decided that he should allow the adventurers to set up a base of operations first before pushing them toward an expedition. "Tulle! My antechambers are free. Use them," he commanded before looking at Bell strangely then leaving for his office.

"Yes sir," Eina said before suddenly changing direction.

Hestia familia's members let the pink-haired girl take away their paperwork as they approaching their captain and the elf.

"Ludleth, you have what you need right?"

"Yes, Mister Mardeel took time to point at good plots. We will need 60 million maximum. 33 for the plot, 23 for the materials and the rest for the masonry familia. I will depart and meet our goddess, until then," Ludleth stated before turning away and exiting the pantheon with speed that only a first-class adventurer could track.

"It's an honor to meet your acquaintance, my name is Eina what are yous?"

"Lothric, it's a pleasure."

"Lorian."

"Yhorm."

"Aldrich."

Met with terse responses from the 3 of the 4, Eina shivered slightly but said nothing. The antechamber used by Royman hosted meeting with larger and stronger familias meaning that there were plenty of records related to the middle floors and upwards.

As she led them, she formulated her thoughts around plans for the crash course. She was a little worried that the amount of information would overwhelm them but she would later find out that her worries were unprecedented.

"The dungeon is quite remarkable," stated Lorian as he leaped over a punch, courtesy of goliath before holding his sword aloft and bringing it down.

"True, I completely forgot how amazing it was because of my time in Lordran," responded Bell, ignoring the massive explosion caused by a combination of Aldrich's soul spear sorcery and Lothric's soul spear miracle.

The monster whose home was the hall of sorrow had respawned as the group dispatched a group of minotaurs and a wyvern without trouble. It had taken them a total of 12 seconds to annihilate the monster.

Upon its conception, it lunged forward like a toddling cart and it's trundling fist barreled toward the uncaring giant only for it to be intercepted by Lorian who had his chaos infused great sword in his hands.

It was black and orange, like the gradient of lava and rocks. What would have been the blade had it not looked like partially molten rock was thick and heavy as if the sword had been meant for blunt trauma. The monster paused mid-attack, unable to compute what had happened until it gazed upon it's cauterized wound.

Its maw opened to protest but its head was subsequently blasted off by twin beams shaped like arrow heads, one purple and the other white.

Yhorm abandoned the monster he was looting and leaped toward the collapsing body of the giant, summoned his great machete and expert filleted the monster and pulled out its massive magic crystal without any issue.

Due to logistical issues, it was extremely rare for familias to bring monster-rex crystals for exchange but it was no problem for the lords. They still had slots in their inventory and despite the crystal's size, it only took one slot.

The problem was that monster crystals were different entities meaning that in storage, it wouldn't be "monster crystal" it would be "[insert monster type] crystal." This relegated them to using backpacks and keeping their storage strictly for high value monsters. If they were to stay on the middle floors, then they would only accept Wyvern and Minotaur monster crystals into their packs but alas.

"It is a pity that we cannot face this, Amfi-bina?" started Aldrich

"Amphisbaena," corrected Bell, "but yes. It's annoying that Loki familia faced it first, oh well," he continued as he tossed the remaining magic crystals into his bulging backpack.

"Alright gentlemen, we'll go to Rivira to exchange our drops then go further below. We can go sight seeing on another day, we need be back before the sun starts setting," Bell announced, drawing agreements for the lords.

As they hastened their magic crystal collection, an army of adventurers rushed into the 17th floor, looking ready to battle the goliath.

"IT'S DEAD! WE TOOK CARE OF IT," Bell called out while raising the hand that was carrying a Goliath tooth. Most adventurers in Rivira were level 2 so they wouldn't have trouble seeing it clearly from the distance between them.

Rivira often mobilized adventurers to kill goliath because the monster's presence affected business. The people in the army seeing that they no longer had purpose, chattered excitedly as they gazed upon the unknowns.

They had heard the commotion allowing them to come up with an approximation of the length of the fight. It was almost instantaneous. It was party composed of 5 people, 4 men and 1 woman (Aldrich twitches).

Upon concluding their collection of drops and magic stones, the group was approached by a well-built man with black hair and a teal right eye. His vertically scarred left eye was covered by an eyepatch. He wore a sleeveless gray jacket that was open, revealing his toned, muscular and scarred torso.

He wore blue pants with a belt whose red buckle was shaped like a monster's face. His feet were covered by brown boots.

Bell gestured that the group should leave while he tended to the man who fit the description of Bors Elder, Rivira's head. Only Lorian remained to act as Bell's guard. This is because Bell is still registered as a level 1.

"Greetings, Mister Elder. How may I help you?" evenly addressed the boy who should have been chasing a certain, rapier wielding woman whose beauty rivalled a goddess.

"Taking out a goliath with only 5, impressive," the man commented as he watched the remainder of the monster rex's hand dissolve into ash.

"A fight like this was trivialized by my companions and their high levels," Bell responded simply before walking the man and Lorian. They had a short conversation before Bell was picked up by Lorian who chanted for obfuscation purposes and teleported them to the rest of the group, shocking Bors.

During their word duel, Bell asked about where they could exchange their stuff while casually parrying Bors' attempts at finessing them. If he was really 14, then he would have fallen for it but unfortunately for Bors, Bell was over 500 years old. He stopped counting awhile ago and also didn't factor in the time when he was 'dead' due to linking the fire.

He was pretty damn old and naturally, he met a multitude of interesting personalities. Patches was one of the most amusing.

5 Hours Later

Exchanging magic stones had taken only 10 minutes so they were quick to rush past the Great Tree labyrinth and Water City. They had Yhorm and Lorian as the vanguard and Bell at rear while Aldrich and Lothric took the center.

Equipped with their greatshields, the pair rammed through hordes of monsters as they sprinted at exceptionally high speeds while their comrades followed closely behind. Through the use of their embered states, they managed to get the 37th in 2 hours and farmed magic crystals and drop items there.

That was the only time their inventories were used. Only Yhorm used his to collect Goliath's magic crystals. Aldrich collected Barbarian crystals and their drops, Bell Spartoi and the occasional Worm Well, Yhorm was in charge of Lizardmen elite and Obsidian soldiers, Lorian had taken charge of peludas, loup garous and skull sheep.

Lothric collected excess drops, both by backpack and by storage and also protected the group with a lightning miracle and a miracle that resembled bountiful sunlight except it floated and kept healing the other lords.

After their packs were bulging, the lords departed from the deep floors and reached the surface in record time after completing a few quests. Upon exiting the dungeon, they were met with countless whispers and murmers because of a rumor about new level six adventurers.

News in Orario travelled quickly so them looking exactly like the described first-class adventurers drew a significant amount of attention to them.

As the lords rushed to the pantheon, except Bell who was taking read a book he had purchased from Rivira as Aldrich carried him under his arm like a sack of potatoes.

"Hello again, Miss Eina," greeted Aldrich as he had the lords dump all the drops they had in their storage into a pile besides the former devourer of gods. This naturally drew eyes to them. Piles of loot standing proudly besides backpacks.

"…" Eina openly gaped and slowly collected herself. Her emerald eyes left Aldrich and landing on Bell who gave her an okay sign.

"H-h-hello Aldrich," she greeted as she began processing with shaky hands. She couldn't help but think about how in the world they were able to pull all these drops out of thin air. The backpacks' obvious pregnancy.

A black-haired human whose looks screamed average was accompanied by a black-haired cat person. They had just concluded the exchange of their previous expedition's drops and were about to leave when they spotted a group of 5 doing something ridiculous; pulling items out of thin air.

They then saw the white-haired boy entering the Guild president's office with a few monster drops and later exiting, as if he did not meet one of the most important people in Orario.

"What the? Are those the new first-class? Why do they have so much loot when they only registered a few hours ago? And how are they doing that?" he thought in awe. As someone in a top-tier familia, he was one of the first to hear of a new group with 5 first-class adventurers.

It had happened so quickly that Loki familia's executives hadn't had time to decide whether the new faction should be approached or not.

With the situation's delicacy in mind, Raul decided it was better to retreat but not before witnessing the group reaching to touch the man in bronze armor's shoulder and disappearing… "T-t-they can teleport," he muttered in shock, his wide eyes mirroring those of fellow witnesses.

Rumor had it that they made 70 million vals, quests included. They had used their storages to also stock up on rare materials.

Leaving the Goibnu familia offices and their goddess, they departed to West Main as they were famished after a hard day at work. Well not really hard but sprinting the distance of dozens of Orarios while repelling monsters would tire out just about anyone.

Their chosen plot was, like the abandoned church, located on West Main. It was the amalgamation of multiple buildings whose area covered totaled to half a dozen acres. To assist the new familia of first-class adventurers, the guild had decided to assist them in exchange for them getting rid of a lot of troublesome monsters that top familias failed to hunt down.

There was a moss huge in the great waterfall area rumored to have enough power to overpower monster-rex, Amphisbaena. It always survived encounters with first-class adventurers. Its attacks against adventurers were random but not so much that it discouraged them from venturing in the Great Water Fall.

It was capable of spawning clones that rivalled low level 5s.

One incident caused by it was when it poached Ishtar familia's kill versus Amphisbaena and consumed its magic stone before escaping.

It was strong enough to challenge Yhorm(Bare handed, no profaned flame or skills) but the great giant lord overpowered it because of his greater combat experience. There a few other quests of this nature as they travelled to the 37th floor and each and everyone of them was completed.

With proof of their kills submitted, the guild pledged to cover for some of the materials and act as intermediaries for reluctant owners.

The Goibnu familia stated that it would only take them a week to build the mansion and facilities as Hestia and the lords had no qualms about their design. It was decided they would live in an inn as they had a surplus of 9 million vals left over. They would return to the dungeon the next day for more.

There were no worries about taxes as they were exempt from those for a month, right now they could do as they wished.

After securing rooms and keys at a popular hotel in the Market Area, the gentlemen decided to visit a pub known as the hostess of fertility as that is where Elfriede worked apparently.

Rumors stated that in as much as she is gorgeous, one should not flirt with lest they face her frozen scythe.

Many familias attempted kidnapping her to force her to join them but she was protected by her coworkers.

If an enemy surpassed level 2, that is the usually the time when the others had to step in lest she is forced to summon the black flame she promised Bell she would limit use of.

Last time she used it, she struck someone with a curse so severe that even Dea Saint failed to heal it. The victim in question was one of Apollo familia's executives of elven origin. Conflict between her and most familias concluded when Elfriede publically humiliated Hyacinthos Clio while handling a bag of vegetables in one hand.

No one fucked with Elfriede. Rumor stated that she had complete immunity to the charms of goddesses of beauty.

She was unblessed but her scythe and excellent combat abilities allowed her defeat experienced adventurers. She was so skilled that Lyu considered requesting that she train with her but her not having a falna would be probmatic.

She was distant, typically expressionless and quiet. Even more so than Lyu.

She was nicknamed the ice queen leading to more gaping mouths when she quickly gave customers their plates and almost violently shooed away the brown-haired waitress Runoa and latched onto a white-haired boy's arm and nuzzled against him with a smile.

The lords were not offended that she didn't greet them instead they were bemused and paid it no mind.

End

No, their sorceries, pyromancies, and miracles do not register in their status cuz they learned them without having their status. Makes no sense to have them in their status. They can use all their stuff but to a lesser degree due to power and mana constrictions.

And yes Hestia Familia is the strongest Familia or second strongest in Orario. They are capable of defeating Freyas Familia (it would be a difficult battle, even for them) and would wash Loki's Familia lol.

I'll update when I have time and feel like it. Gimme your reviews, your disses and complements and of course, recommend memes. I'm fucking bored.