Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

Compared to those strongest adventurers of the past, he is still far behind.

This born warrior, who swore allegiance to the goddess, fought tirelessly like everyone else, yet he held an extraordinary awareness of self-improvement.

The goal is to become the strongest.

It's all for the sake of surpassing those silhouettes.

*

There was constant air movement at the scene.

A cool breeze, imbued with "magic," began to blow.

It then transformed into a gentle breeze that swept through this underground space.

Sweep across the vast cavern where the King of Bones has been reduced to ruins.

"Ugh...ga...!?"

Udeos lost its right arm, the left half of its head was shattered, and all the bones that made up its dark body, such as its jawbone and ribs, disappeared. Fragments representing groans fell from the "fatal wound" as it looked down.

The boarman who unleashed his "ultimate move" stood there calmly, glanced at the completely shattered greatsword, and then casually tossed it aside.

The "black greatsword," blown away and cracked in the blade, was stuck in the floor behind the floor master.

As if taking his last breath, Udeos, having lost the sword of kings, also lost the demonic flame deep within his eye sockets, which flickered like a candle in the wind.

A large number of bones were scattered in front of Otto.

A giant "magic stone" emitting a purplish-blue light is located in the center of the bone graveyard.

"We won as expected..."

Oh, it turned its head away at the whisper.

The first-level adventurers, including Allen, stood far behind.

The stone pillars blocking the entrance disappeared completely with the death of the Bone King, and the group entered the cave one after another.

Led by Allen, who clearly believed Ota would win, Alfred, Duvalin, Bellin, Gel, Hegney, and Hedin all stared intently at Ota, who was covered in wounds.

They were trying to convey only one meaning through their eyes.

—One day I will defeat you and surpass you.

It was Otto himself standing there.

It is the self that once wanted to defeat Mia, and to defeat the male god (Zeus) and the goddess (Hera).

Ota couldn't help but laugh.

He only slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that wasn't quite a smile, but he was indeed smiling.

And then he said a sentence.

It was said as if history were repeating itself.

"What's the point of your obsession with me? You bunch of brats."

*

The Freya Familia quietly relayed the news of their victory over "Udeos" to the guild.

The guild and adventurers never dreamed that, following in the footsteps of [Sword Maiden], someone else would be able to achieve the feat of defeating "Udeos" single-handedly.

Time just slipped by like that—

"I almost forgot to ask you, did you gain anything from that battle?"

Located in the main god's bedroom within the base camp (headquarters).

Freya sat in the chair, squinting as she watched Ota return, having accomplished his goal.

"It made me realize once again my immaturity... and the gap between myself and the top."

Otto stood before Freya and answered truthfully.

Freya chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"...Did I say something wrong?"

"Because you were supposed to go to the dungeon to become stronger, but your answer was 'I saw my own weakness'."

This is absolutely true; it left O speechless.

Freya saw that although her family member had no expression, one of his ears drooped awkwardly, and he continued to laugh with trembling shoulders, and then asked again about the "main topic".

"Anything else?"

"...Here."

Otto draws the sword from its scabbard, aiming at the "goal" of this journey—the custom equipment (custom item) to be made for the [Gubney Familia].

This is a giant weapon that is over two meters long and about the same height as Otto.

A jet-black greatsword.

Otto knelt on one knee like a respectful knight, presenting the first-class weapon, forged from the rare material "Black Sword of Udeos," to the goddess with both hands outstretched.

"Has it been named yet?"

"If the goddess doesn't mind, could you please name it yourself?"

Ota wanted Freya to name it.

He believed that by swearing an oath to the monster sword that made him realize his own weakness, and in order to repay the goddess for naming it for him, he would surely become stronger.

Moreover, one day we will transcend those "scenes of the past".

Freya understands and respects Otto's will.

After a moment's thought, she spoke:

"Then let's call it—【The Black Sword】."

Freya announced her name with a sweet smile.

"The reason I chose this name is in the hope that one day you will be able to overcome the dark past that is blocking your way."

"I respectfully accept this."

Ota bowed deeply and slowly stood up.

Under the goddess's gaze, the warrior who had not yet become the "strongest" closed his eyes and swore an oath to the black greatsword in his hand.

—This body lives solely to pursue boundless power.

Chronicles of the Families Episode Freya's Past

1

Allen always carries the burden of his "sister".

Whether after losing both parents.

Or after losing their home.

Wherever he goes, he takes his crying "little sister" with him.

They are "lost children".

They were two helpless kittens.

Wherever the two went, there were always ruins.

Before me lay endless ruins, until I later learned that this place was also known as the "Abandoned World," once the most vast nation on this continent, destroyed overnight. Various ferocious monsters subsequently inhabited this area, making it uninhabitable for humans.

Not long ago, he was living a peaceful life, not long ago, he was living with his parents, whose faces he could no longer remember. But when Allen came to his senses, his home had been reduced to ruins. He only remembered that something seemed to emit a bright light, and then his parents disappeared.

Then only the brother and sister were left.

Lost and helpless kittens

Where do you live?

The headless orc statue posed this question.

Allen didn't know how to answer.

They even doubted that such a thing had ever existed.

The birds soaring in the sky have never provided an answer.

He was only searching for a safe haven, somewhere unknown, to protect his "sister," wandering through this endless world of ruins.

The powerless kitten (Allen) can only do everything in his powerless "sister".

Otherwise, she would drag me down with her, and I would die along with her.

Their world is filled with all sorts of terrifying "monsters." Some are bizarre creatures with claws and fangs, while others are hideous beings with "humanoid" forms. Allen can only fight and kill his enemies to escape with his "sister's" hand.

The two were often exposed to heavy rain.

The sky, overcast with dark clouds, never cleared up.

There has never been a day without bloodshed.

The little sister's crying never stopped either.

Alan is repeatedly annoyed by his "sister's" longing for family affection.

She always clung to Allen's clothes, and her slender little hand constantly annoyed Allen.

Allen had wanted to push her away countless times.

I've thought about hitting her countless times.

I don't know how many times I've considered abandoning her.

But even so, even so—

Allen spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and continued carrying his "sister," who had fallen asleep from crying.

Two years after their home was reduced to rubble, when Allen turned six, things finally took a turn for the better.

A gust of wind blew up at that time.

It's a goddess-like aura of unrestrained freedom.

"Come with me."

The goddess looked down at the young Allen and the others, and simply extended her hand.

Even though she concealed her figure with a long robe, she was still so beautiful and captivating.

Although the "younger sister" was also captivated by her, she felt a sense of fear towards her.

This is a kitten's instinct; it fears that something it cherishes most will be taken away.

Alan, captivated by those silver eyes, kept comparing his "sister" to the goddess standing before him.

She's a snot-nosed brat, an incurable idiot, and has a nearly devastatingly bad singing voice that repeatedly annoys Alan. She's also incredibly weak.

After looking at his "sister" with tears in her eyes for a while, Allen took the goddess's hand.

2

The four brothers didn't want anything.

They all have skillful hands, capable of making almost anything, and as long as they tell themselves "I am a little person," they will habitually choose to give up on most things.

The four Jaliba brothers were born in an industrial city.

Despite the early death of their parents, the four of them could always find a way to make ends meet, even when they were struggling financially.

They look very alike, and their personalities are also somewhat similar.

The eldest son's personality makes him more prone to being taken advantage of, but the relationship between them isn't too bad.

To make a living, the four Jaliba brothers naturally chose to become craftsmen. They always wore aprons and thick gloves, getting covered in soot. Often, on their way home from shopping, the four of them would stand shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the billowing black smoke emanating from the chimneys of their various workshops, and at the sunset completely polluted by the smoke.

After the four brothers became craftsmen, they were able to create most items by working together. These included beautiful bracelets, exquisite earrings, and gold and silver ornaments that resembled works of art. Until the very end, the four brothers did not realize that they were being treated as one person and given the title of "Dream Craftsman Master (Jialiba)," the foremost craftsman in the industrial city.

There's a reason they're called "Dream Team".

Alfred had nearly been kidnapped by terrifying humans and goddesses who constantly told him he was "so cute"—basically, freaks with dangerous fetishes—so he avoided going out as much as possible afterward. Since the eldest son (Alfred) had almost been kidnapped, his younger brothers, who shared the same appearance, naturally became targets. So they hid in a workshop with exposed rock walls, resembling a cave, and stopped venturing out. Even as dwarfs, they refused to be preyed upon.

The workshop in the cave is always very dark, and it would be difficult to survive without the unique eyesight of the dwarves.