Patch Notes:

Fixed glitch where monsters popped without having their mana crystal removed/destroyed.

Removed unnecessary pop-up notification when Celestial Grimoire fails to acquire a roll.

Final Update Pending…

I know something bad is about to happen. I knew it ever since Loki and her Familia waltzed into the restaurant like they fucking owned the place, but I can't put my finger on it.

All I know is someone here is going to do something that'll piss me off, and I'm already at a low simmer just thinking about that.

So naturally, I started bullying Bell to relieve stress. "You gonna finish your plate, or is the eye-candy ruining your appetite?"

Bell's lovestruck gaze shattered as he whipped over to me, a finger held to his lips as he silently begged me not to say anything, absolutely terrified of Aiz Wallenstein thinking he was eyefucking her.

I huffed- and then got a devious idea. A truly wicked idea, but I just could help myself.

"So Bell, you got a crush on the 'S. W.', right?" I spoke in plainly obvious code, knowing from the depths of my soul that the Level 5 he's pining after could definitely hear us.

Bell Cranel then made a sound I could only describe as the human equivalent of their mic peaking, but thankfully he did it with his mouth closed so only Syr, Ryuu-

Where the fuck did the elf go? She was literally standing right next to me. She also took Syr with her. Which… makes it officially guy-talk time.

Anyway, only the people sitting right beside him heard his reaction, but he remembered himself and spoke in a harsh whisper that was even more attention grabbing that the code. "H-how'd you know?!"

"Bell, despite my looks, I've had at least one girlfriend in my life. I know what it's like to be absolutely in love." I teased, the pain of what that relationship ended up as having long faded, leaving only knowledge and ammunition for bullying.

"I-I…" He stammered, before looking down with a crimson blush. "Am I that obvious?"

"Maybe not to Aiz, but to literally anyone else? Without a doubt." The now ashamed boy held his face in his hands, unwilling to face the world now that its plain to see how much he's pining after the Sword Princess. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ugh… wait." The embarrassed rabbit recovered quickly. Looking at me with a frightening amount of hope. "You've had a girlfriend before, right?" What the fuck is the Rabbit cooking?

"That is what I just said, yes." Oh that's my bubble popped.

Bell, now closer than before, asked me again. "Can you… can you tell me how to get a girl to notice me?" He asked me with such honest, innocent fervor that it felt like a sledgehammer to my cold, dead heart. "Please? Pretty please?"

I didn't have it in me to even consider telling him no. "Fine." I sighed, cursing my inherent weakness to cute things despite my tough, rugged, intimidating, intense-

"Thank you! I'll be in your care." AH NATURAL LIGHT! IT BURNS!

Shading my eyes from the blinding smile the Adventurer was sending me, I tried to get him to stop that. "Alright alright, turn down the joy, you're killing my buzz."

That was a lie, this booze was so watered down it was practically just overripe grape juice. Aside from my own personal dislike of alcohol for more than the taste, I honestly do not trust myself to be drunk and capable of using magic.

Still, a pleasant hum at the back of my throat was present, and I had to hope this place had some regular juice so this wouldn't happen again. Giving someone like me lowered inhibitions is a recipe for disaster.

"Okay!" He nodded seriously, making it clear he'd take everything I said deadly seriously, which meant I couldn't fuck with him anymore. I hung my head in front of me, mourning my lack of pasta-

"Okay, lessons cost your food, pass the spaghetti here." Bell, my favorite student, did exactly as I asked. "Okay, the first thing you need to know about woman, is that every lesson I could possibly teach you is extremely malleable. Everyone has preferences, and some of them are contradictory compared to the idea of women. Some women like knitting and dainty things, some like gardening and getting their hands dirty, and some like nothing. You understand what I'm saying?"

The albino Adventurer nodded resolutely, and- when did he get a notepad? Ignoring that, I continued. "Bell, I won't lie to you, if you aimed for anyone other than Aiz I'd say you could get with them just going up to them and telling them you like them, explaining why you think so, and asking them out on a date." Because everyone in this setting likes rabbit meat, apparently.

Not that Bell isn't cool, he is, but damn these bitches were thirsty. 7/10 world, too much debt.

"Why wouldn't that work with Aiz? Am I not her type?" I immediately shook my head as the rabbit got depressed at the thought of his crush not finding him appealing or attractive.

"Nah, it's because she's trying to do something, and she needs to be crazy strong to do so. A person's strength and the way they gain it is reflective of their will, their determination to achieve something. And considering she's the record-holder for the fastest Level Up in the entire, pantheon infested city? She's desperate for that strength, for whatever reason, and I doubt she's satisfied at this point."

At this, I turned away from the plate in front of me, and looked Bell Cranel dead in his blood red eyes. "She is carving a bloody path through every obstacle in her path, because all of this is just a prelude to whatever the hell she plans on doing. And considering the dumbass company she keeps, I highly doubt she's any type of callous or heartless to the people around her. But she's planning something she needs that strength for, and if you aren't on her level then she'll eventually leave you behind for your own safety."

500 points banked.

A flash of irritation filled me as my soul suddenly heated and cooled without even telling me what the fuck I missed out on, but I ignored it for now.

"..what? How do you…?"

"I know her- the type of person she is." I corrected myself, feeling like I was forgetting something important. "Chip on the shoulder, lost something important to them, can't cope with the loss while the thing that caused it is still around. Tale as old as time. But, Bell, listen to me. Wallenstein wants strength- both in herself and her allies. It doesn't matter how much she will care about you, when the going get tough she will leave you behind for your own safety."

The Adventurer before me immediately shifted in place, A tension filled him as his hands tightened into fists while he stared down at them, likely lamenting their own weakness.

I put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. There is not a single person in the world who wants to hear that someone else can protect the people they love better than they can. Still, I very liberally shook him and called for his attention.

"Oi, the fuck are you doing getting pissy about it. Being weak isn't a crime! Anyone, if they got the will and the way, can become anything they want. The Dungeon is a fucking hellhole filled with monsters and tragedies around every corner." I smiled, and Bell Cranel visibly shivered at the sight. "It's the perfect place to get stronger. The only thing that can hold you back is your will. Do you, after knowing the reason behind that strength of hers, still want to put everything you have on the line to reach her?"

He stopped. Moving, shivering, balling his fists, all of those motions came to a screeching halt as he closed his eyes and contemplated. But as he opened his eyes, a resolve unlike anything I'd ever seen burned red.

"Yes. I… I won't let her fight alone. I can't! I'll become so strong she won't be able to stop me from fighting on her side. A-and then I'll tell her how I feel, when it's all over!"

A grin grew at my face, as I saw Bell Cranel find his resolve to beat up One Eyed Willy or whoever the fuck the big bad of the verse is. A chuckle came bubbling up past my lips as I shook the kid encouragingly. "That's the ticket, man! You got the destination, and you've finally taken the first step. Now it's time to find your path, wherever it takes you!"

"You're right! I've got this! I'll become as strong as I can, and help her! Thank you Selah! I'm going to head out right now!" Bell shouted to the very heavens.

"Don't forget to pay." I cautioned him, and he very rapidly threw out a good two-thousand valis as he sprinted out of the dining hall.

Where the Loki Familia has been sitting that entire conversation, who all have senses so literally every single one of them heard that. Especially the… blushing Aiz Wallenstein.

Ah, is this how wingmen feel when you've handed your bro the bag, and they decided to double down and pull moves that leave even you slack jawed.

Truly, no one moves quite like a harem protagonist in love. I stand in awe of his absentminded charisma. And also my masterful manipulation tactics, especially since I didn't give him any actual advise while Wallenstein was here so she wouldn't think he was just saying whatever he needed to get her attention.

Oh, and his skill probably just got a massive buff out of nowhere thanks to his resolve, so I best watch out for a significantly stronger rabbit massacring everything in the Dungeon.

Truly, today has been the best of days.

"Oi, what kind of fucking comedy show was that?!" One of Loki's favorites spoke up, who was either a Chienthrope or a Werewolf. The difference?

Uh, one's a dog, the other's a wolf? Literally the only difference, as far as I can see without acting racist about it… wonder if I get to RWBY and fuck Blake's mom.

Kali. Kali is her name, I've written porn of her, why am I pretending I don't know her name?

I was knocked out of my odd thoughts by the gray haired attack dog's hand, as I suddenly realized he was lifting me out of my chair with one arm. My eyes sharpened, but before I could immediately lash out with my magic, the one person here deserving of the title goddess spoke up.

"Oi, Loki. Keep your dog on his leash, and his paws off my customers." Mama Mia grit out immediately, and Bete caught a glare from the extremely unfortunately developed woman he called a goddess and I was dropped onto my feet. "Where's Syr's date?"

"Oh, he left before you could come back." A storm of anger wafted over from the owner of this restaurant, and I interrupted her. "He left some money with me to pay the bill. It's on the counter where I was sitting." The storm passes, and I subtly began to breathe easier.

Fucking overpowered jackasses. I can't wait to be one of them.

"Now, not that this hasn't been fun, but I have a warm bed to get home to. So…"

"Well, considering how the mood's been ruined, we may as well follow you." A high pitched, sleazy voice slinked up between me and the mutt, and I looked down to spot Loki. My eyes narrowed at her, immediately recognizing the hidden threat in her words- trying to get her to fuck off wouldn't work, considering her gaggle of high-tier Adventurers that were all impossible to outrun. How fun.

Destruction - Bombardment-type Spells - Lyrical Nanoha (Free)

Roll Success! Purchased! 500 points remaining.

[Bombardment-type Spells] When someone or something absolutely needs to be blown the hell up befriended. Accept not substitutes. By focusing a large amount of mana into a single point, you may fire a large blast at a target, designed to completely overwhelm them via a show of raw power. These are almost always aimed, but if you can get a bit of skill and power for it, you might find a way to make such destructive spells guided...

Oh. Fuck. The. Hell.

Yes.

I was so fucking jazzed after getting a spell I can actually use for something other than debuffs! Don't get me wrong, my curses are practically the only reason I've lived long enough to make it this far and for that I'll be forever grateful, but I can finally start adding some fucking variety to my spellcasting.

Hell, I was so happy the people who'd taken me outside to have a threatening chat were completely unnerved at the sheer joy I was emanating, especially the giant grin on my face… or that might just be Villainous Aura acting up.

"So, Chuckles," Loki spoke once they realized I was heading home, not even stopping to be scared by the rest of them. "Whose Familia are you part of?"

"Anubis." I spoke easily and freely, vaguely aware that gods can't be lied too, and knowing perfectly well that if any of them so much as considered harming a fucking hair-

I suddenly realized that I had like six Level 5s glaring at me, daring me to try anything on their goddess, even as she chuckled and raised her hands calmingly.

"Whoa whoa everyone, no one's about to start threatening goddesses here, just an honest question! Just curious about who could possibly know that much about Ais here." The perpetual squint on their goddess' face was undone as a single red eye looked right through me for a moment.

"But I know about slacker; she's so isolated no one noticed she'd joined Gekai for months. So, who told you all of that, earlier?"

I looked at the diminutive goddess, wondering what had her panties all in a bunch, then glanced at Ais herself. Completely expressionless, but not unemotive if you knew what to look for- like the subtle flex of her jaw, the way her sword arm flexed, how she refused to look anywhere but me.

I looked back at the goddess and sighed. "No one, I just put two and two together." I said easily, stepping past the so-called trickster as my honesty rang through her, and everyone became less outwardly hostile. Though I don't take people other than me and Bast making fun of Anubis lightly. "But slacker, eh? I wish I could deny that, but better to be lazy than a horse fucker."

The statement caused everyone to stop, the elf glaring a whole into the side of my head as their goddess looked at me like I was insane. "I- what?"

"Oh, you don't know the rumors?" I asked with faux innocence, causing the goddess to squint even harder at me. "Where I'm from, there are plenty of stories of how Loki disguised himself as a woman and got pounded by a horse."

"Ah, wha- who said that!" Loki said, immediately incensed at my words, but I couldn't stop here.

"Oh I don't know. It's a pretty popular story, but looking at you I'm not entirely sure how accurate it is anymore. I mean, you look like you could barely fit a regular dick, let alone a horse's." The goddess flinched. "I doubt that you could disguise yourself as a woman, considering even a horse would think you're a man even if you stripped bare." She gasped and stepped back. "And worst of all, just from meeting you, I can tell you couldn't seduce a rabbit in heat if your life depended on it. Let alone a horse for recreation." Finally, my verbal true combo slumped over in defeat, as I had not spoken a single lie.

But now it was time to be mean about it. "Hell I'm one of the horniest bastards I know, and I'd only fuck you if you were gagged, had a bag over your head, had a god verify you were legal, didn't know it was you, and was so shitfaced I wouldn't remember it after."

Ah, the beautiful sensation of an arrogant brat being disciplined via horrific insults rather than cock. The sight of Loki falling onto her knees from the assault was the icing on the cake.

But when it came to the sweet taste of the suffering of my enemies, I'm practically diabetic.

"And if you don't believe me, ask you Familia if they feel any different." Throwing the ball into the court of her Familia, a sniffling Loki turned-

"No." They all said at the exact same time with the exact same tired tone, and the goddess fell unconscious of the pure heartbreak she just endured. I coughed into my fist to hide a chuckle, gaining the attention of the rest of the Familia. "Anyway, can I leave now, or do you all want some too?"

"- wait, you've only had a Falna for like two days?" Tiona asked me, having started a conversation while the rest of the Familia had tried to give me the silent treatment- after we tried to split up and realized we were going the same direction. And considering I was back to riding the high of actually having a fucking spell, I was more than able to keep up with the bubbly Amazoness. Amazonian? What was it again?

"Nah, I've had it for a week, I've only been going into the Dungeon for two days." I corrected her with a shake of the head, which she nodded to, wide-eyed.

"Still weird, I've had my Falna since I was a kid. How does not having a Falna even feel?" She asked, almost awed by speaking to someone who hasn't had their Falna long- which makes sense, Loki's familia doesn't take on Level 1s so she's probably never been around someone who hasn't had it for several years.

"Fucking lame compared to having it, I can tell you that." I nodded firmly, unable to accurately describe the feeling of my flesh turning from limited and bound by logic and reason, to something that has no limits aside from your own ability to survive… It was an improvement across the board.

Especially since I don't need glasses anymore after getting it. Sweet Anubis, do I love the general 'become better' aspect the Falna grants.

600 CP banked.

I instinctively felt pissed off, a part of my very soul knowing that whatever I just lost was fucking amazing without even looking at it. But… the one good spell I'd received would be enough for now, at least.

"Haha, yeah, that makes sense." The tanned Amazoness chuckled, rubbing the back of her head at the obvious answer. "Still, for a complete newbie, you can be pretty scary! Like, fighting a Level 3 in my undies, scary."

"..." I gave her a once-over, pointedly looking at the tube-top covering small but noticeable breasts (infinitely more than the baby crying in her sleep that Bete was forced to carry). She chuckled at my look.

"Nah, I wear even smaller clothes under this. Wanna see?"

"Absolutely." I didn't hesitate.

"Not in front of Finn, sister." The tall, buxom, and mature twin spoke up against me seeing tiddy. Automatically making her my least favorite twin- actually now that I think about I've met a lot of twins in my life.

Either way, boo, what kind of older sister keeps her younger sister from flashing strange men who talk about fucking the closest thing to a mother they have?

That's right, a lame one.

I cupped my hands around my mouth, and booed Tione stoically, which her sister mimicked near-instantly. Ah, my fellow gremlin. I will enjoy corrupting her in the ways of sass and pleasure.

In that order.

A single step she took cracked the stone beneath her foot- oh never mind, she turned it into sand. "Shut your fucking mouths, or I swear I will beat you both black and blue and throw you out of the fucking city walls from here!"

I blinked, and looked over at Tiona, who met my gaze evenly.

'... Call her bluff.'

'She'll kill you.'

'Nah, I'd win.'

'Bro she literally just heard you were a Level 1, what kind of person would let a rookie disrespect them like this?'

'Your goddess? Besides, it's a two v one. You fight her, I cheer you on. Moral support wins the-'

Unfortunately for me, my free Excelia has been denied by Finn placing a gentle hand on Tione's arm, calming the raging she-beast until she became demure and mature once more. Fucking exp-stealing midget.

"Alright, as fun as this has been, I think we've all had a bit much to drink. How about we all just split up from here, for good this time?" The blonde had some fair words to add, and I absently nodded.

"Aww…" The cooler sister pouted, before turning over to me. "See you later, then. It was fun meeting a wimp with a spine." She insulted me as easily as she breathed, a certain mischievous humor clear on her face.

I smiled sharply in response. "And I'd never thought I'd meet an Amazon with half a brain." She gasped in mock offense, before chuckling and waving me off.

The many Level 5s who didn't deign to talk with me- especially the snooty elf who looked at me like I was a particularly pungent slime she found on the side of the road- gave one-worded goodbyes and left me on my lonesome.

Damn, who knew all you needed to do to avoid an interrogation was tell the truth and insult the only person who wanted to mess with you into unconsciousness.

Welp, time to go home- where am I?

Name: Selah

Race: Human (Variant)

Level: 1

Ability Scores:

STR: I - 23 - I - 35

END: I - 12 - I - 28

DEX: I - 17 - I - 37

AGI: I - 20 - I - 50

MAG: I - 60 - H - 145

Developmental Abilities:

Magic:

Skills:

Black Sheep - Increases the growth of stats in proportion to the risk being undertaken.

Naturally, after a night on the town that ended with me either befriending or antagonizing one of the strongest Familias in the fucking city, I made sure to inform both of the goddesses who gave a shit whether I lived or died exactly what happened last night.

Instead of being scolded, put in time out, or god forbid told to sleep on the (nonexistent) couch, I was dragged to a very isolated alleyway in the middle of the city by Bast.

"Uh, as much as I love spending time with you, I feel like I'm going to get murdered." I said, more than aware that the Goddess of Protectors has SSS-tier combat skills, even if she's got the body of a regular person right now.

"Only spiritually." She corrected easily. "Now think fast."

I immediately flinched out of the way of the random fucking rock that hurdled past the space my eye had been occupying half a second ago, and I heard the unrecognizable sound of a rock shattering against stone down the alley we were occupying.

"... how the fuck would a rock like that not bust my head open?" I asked very pointedly, turning over to the-

My arm flew up and caught whatever the fuck had been about to shatter my fucking teeth, even as my irritation flared up, I kept my Villainous Aura in line.

"Alright, cut that shit out and say some fucking words." My expression was sharp and unwavering, even as the beautiful and curvaceous goddess in front of me began languidly stretching, causing various parts to move and pounce. But my rage would not be defeated by mere libido.

"You don't know how to fight. I'm going to teach you how, the right way. Now, considering I don't use weapons and you do, I'll have to teach you methodology."

Destruction - Magic Iron Sword - Neverland: The RPG (400 points)

Roll Success! Purchased! 200 CP remaining.

[ Magic Iron Sword] A mighty sword forged by Michael the Mountain Smith. After three successful hits on a target, the sword damages either the opponent's weapon (reducing its attack power) or their armor (reducing their defense).

And then Bast was in front of me, throwing a fist straight for my chest before I can even react to my new sword. My hand quickly slaps her wrist away, the other arm coming up and forcing the other fist to the side with my forearm.

My knee instinctively comes up to block the kick to the balls she went for- only for both of us to push each other away when a sword falls from on-high and plunges blade-first into the ground between us.

Bast blinked. "Huh. Magic sword?" She asked me, words sharp and cut off in a way that told me she was still in 'fight' mode. That and her pupils were even sharper than I'd ever seen them before.

"Yeah. Every three hits makes the target weaker or less durable." I nodded, grabbing the hilt and King Arthur-ing the thing out of the ground with one arm. I tilted my head at the blade- it was straight, with a slight curve at the very tip. Despite how much of a fucking nerd I am, I couldn't recognize the type of sword based just off that.

Still… I slashed at the air, freely swinging and reversing the grip to slash and block with the flat of the blade. The blade felt right in my hand- not in magic way, or even a 'oh this sword is good', it just seemed to fit right with my idea of sword fighting.

Attacking, defending, and parrying all at at once in dynamic, high speed confrontations. A weapon most embody the most important part of combat- speed. Strength and all the durability in the world is pointless if you can't hit your opponent.

"You done playing with your sword yet, you still have a pounding to get back to."

I opened my mouth.

"Say it and I go out of my way to kick you in the balls." She promised, ears flicking this way and that in mild annoyance. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"... You're going to do that anyway. I'd never turn down pounding you, Bastet." I dropped my sword and put all my concentration into blocking the punch aimed straight at my chest. Again I blocked a leg straight to the nuts, but it was a feint to sweep the remaining leg.

I put the other leg on the ground quickly-

My life flashed in an instant as Bast suddenly gripped me by the back of my neck and yanked my face down to her level, and she placed her leg between mine. The knee that threatened my bloodline hovered idly, even as I found myself trapped by Bast's eyes.

And her toned yet soft arms, but the point still stands this was the most romantic nutcheck I'd ever been part of. Sharp golden eyes pierced into my own, and quick, harsh puffs slipped past full lips. I was suddenly reminded of a fact- wild cats don't pounce when they are being looked at.

"...Hey." I said low and slow, refusing to look at the movement atop or head or above that beautiful ass of her.

"... hey." She responded softly, and I could feel puffs of hot air against my skin. "Y'know this is the part where I start beating you, right?"

"Yeah, I think I got that." A low, rumbling hum that was far too close to a purr than my poor, fetishized heart could handle filled the air between us.

"Then what's this?" And then her leg pressed into my stronger-than-steel erection, before slowly sliding up and down through my pants and boxers (briefs are man-bikinis, and therefore a crime against Anubis and Bast).

Oh I am not getting dommed right now, say sike right fucking now.

"Just a declaration of how much I want to make you mine." Oh, Villainous Aura popped in there. Well, that's a whole lot of implications I'll think about later. Instead, I continued exploring the shape of her face with my eyes.

Her eyes gained an almost imperceptible squint as she looked at me, before she raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, 's that how you think this is gonna work out then?" The low, soft purr continued as my hindbrain begged me to do anything possible to listen to her talk like this some more.

The more rational parts of me silently agreed, but still slapped the shit out of him for being a fucking simp.

"Yup." I popped the 'p', idly noting how she was drawn to the motion of my lips- for a split second I imagined myself between soft yet muscular thighs- No. No simping. I'd totally do that, dom or not, but keep the drooling to a fucking minimum.

"Hmm… Well how about this. You can strip down and let me show you who wears the pants in here." I looked her in the eye, silently reminding her she wore a fucking robe everywhere she went. She rolled her eyes and ignored my semantics. "Or… you can pay off your debt to me, and try your best to take me for yourself."

Sex now without pride, or sex later with my pride on the line.

"Well, guess we better get back to it. It'll give you time to get used to being on your back." I promised her, with all my heart and soul.

She smiled, equal parts proud and excited in so many ways I didn't bother trying to categorize. "Oh, I love putting dumbasses in their place. Just for that, I won't kick you while you're up."

And then my legs were swept, and I found I had already caught myself as I looked at the god- no, the tomcat who had walked away from me and turned back to me.

"Okay, first of all, you need to buy yourself better arm and shin guards. It'll give you more room to block and parry, since your first instinct when you can't dodge a hit is to put your forearm or shins between it." She criticized me, like she hadn't offered to fuck me in a backalley as long as I bent over on command. "I know you don't want to buy armor while you're losing so much weight," She said plainly, and I nodded. It was a mix between self-image and not wanted to buy something so important and expensive when I wouldn't fit it in like a week. "But the way you're going, you won't live long enough to worry about spending that money, so don't hesitate."

I took a deep breathe- a solution too way more problems than it should be, don't knock it 'till you try it- and got both my libido and my Villainous Aura under control.

300 CP banked.

My instincts flared, and I immediately realized I had missed out on something amazing again, and I decided to just push myself upright and face the goddess across from me.

Is it wrong to take a chance in the Dungeon? Without a doubt.

Will that stop me from trying to rig the odds in my favor, in any way I can?

Hell no.

A/N: Not sure how the whole Loki Familia thing will come across cause I'm not 100% about it, but right now is the time for the SI's comfortable life to be intercepted by people, good or bad.

But I did really want that conversation with Bell about girls, and the unceremonious roast of Loki, the worst flattie in all of anime. Don't worry, magic experimentation and dungeon diving is the vast majority of the next chapter.

Now, for the final patch: Instead of the gacha salt interrupting the story, we will have it all here!

For those that don't care, thanks for reading, Peace.

Missed Rolls:

[Pyramid Vault] Hello, warden. This pyramid is quite special, you see. Staffed by an entire choir of Apprentices and laden with heavy spells of Hysh, this pyramid is a smaller replica of the very structure of your home College. It has but one purpose: to focus the Wind of Light and trap a horrifying power. The Daemon locked within the deepest chamber of this pyramid is guaranteed not to escape without aid. Such a horror may provide useful information while imprisoned. You will find soon enough, especially as the prison follows you, that the trapped Daemon is somewhat versed in the weaknesses of whatever Daemons you may face in your time here. You will also notice an empty cell next to it. This cell will adapt itself to contain any extradimensional entity you defeat and seal within, and it will in turn be compelled to volunteer you information useful in fighting others of its kind. For each Daemon or similar creature you trap, a new cell will open.

SI: Nooooo! My free Wizard Army! Rent-free living! Wind of Light alignment! And it's fucking thematic with my Familia?!

[Finessed Casting] One of the greatest deterrents to will working is the observation of others. Many mages are hampered in their casting by being watched and some magic is outright dangerous to display. You however have developed a keen understanding of the psychology of the outside observer... and know just how to exploit it. Your spellcraft is much more subtle than other will workers, allowing you to use covert magic in such a nuanced and precise way that many cannot tell that anything supernatural happened at all. This finesse extends even into the higher realms of reality, making it very difficult if not impossible for other mages to tell when you have used magic, or to detect residual traces of your casting.

SI: So basically the ultimate stealth-wizard, whose so good no one can tell you used any magic at all? At any point. As long as it's vaguely sneaking, like a disguise spell.

… I'd be more angry if I had a way to use it.