Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 2

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 2

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 2 Steal!

Frozen Rain blankets the vast streets. An 8-year-old girl named Ais Wallenstein charges forward with Energy Momentum, ready to crush everything in her path.

Scalding tears spill from her eyes and are blown back by the icy wind.

Despite her sprint causing armor pieces to fall off, the injuries stretch grotesquely, spilling blood, pain, and cold as they tear through her body. She doesn’t stop running.

Speed alone isn’t enough; she can toss Pain, Sorrow, and Regret behind her like confetti.

But it fails. Words that cut and wound others—and herself—haunt her like a nightmare, tightly wrapping around her.

“You’re not my mom!”

Riveria’s face, filled with Pain and Sadness, flashes in her mind. Ais feels her heart being torn apart.

Her heart is like meat on a rusty saw blade. Every breath sends sharp, bleeding pain through her body, shaking every nerve.

Why?

Why can’t you understand?

This world is dangerous and dark. Without enough Strength, she’ll be swallowed by hopelessness again.

Just like her father and mother!

Reality isn’t a fairy tale. Heroes won’t appear…

There are no heroes in the past or present, nor will there be any in the future.

No one will save her. No one will help. No one will come to save her.

Even if she finds herself broken and crying until her throat is raw, even if tears are replaced by blood, a Hero has never stood beside her.

So, she can’t wait…

So, she can’t hope…

So, she picked up the sword…

Because Ais Wallenstein must be her own Hero!

By the time Ais regains her senses, she’s already arrived at the Dungeon.

She didn’t know why she came to this dark and cold underground dungeon, only knowing that there was no other way for her to go.

After wounding the most concerned, loved, and cared-for person in The World, she escaped Riveria. Where could she go now?

With no one else to accept Ais, a sword-wielding woman, her only meaning for survival was within the Dungeon filled with Monsters.

Ais swung her sword, stabbed, and struck, using Energy Momentum more violent than Monsters to slash through the Dungeon.

She used dancing blood flowers to hide her tear-filled face.

Let the sword roar cover the childlike wail from her throat.

She drove a violent Fighting Spirit, smashing both the Monsters in front of her and her own body.

Only to cast aside the lingering silence that eroded her will like shadows.

Until her body sent an impending collapse signal, waking Ais from her intense emotions. She even forgot about Breathing Technique.

After defeating the last Monster, she drove her sword into the ground and felt the burning spread from her hands to her chest while practicing Breathing Technique.

When she forced herself to look up, she discovered herself in a vast wasteland surrounded by dim white mist and filled with countless dry trees.

Ais recognized this as the 12th layer, the deepest floor of the upper area of the Dungeon.

Since all Monsters had been cleared out, the only sound was her Breathing Technique echoing in the quiet surroundings. The loneliness hit her again, making her eyes hot.

Then…

“──You feel Pain, wandering child?”

A strict yet somehow lighthearted voice echoed, startling Ais.

She turned her head to see a figure emerging from the mist.

He was wearing black clothes with long purple hair flowing out of his hood. His Body looked as slender as an Elf woman’s.

Despite his exhausted appearance, his perfect features and Non-Human qualities revealed his identity to Ais.

……God?

Why would he be in the Dungeon?

When Ais notices more black-robed figures emerging, like guards surrounding the purple-haired God, it sparks a sense of curiosity.

“The Dark Faction!”

Ais instinctively thinks to unsheathe their sword and prepare for battle.

“Those people don’t understand you, do they? They always get in your way, making you feel lonely, sad, and anxious.”

The God’s voice, as sweet as honey, freezes Ais’ expression.

Ais’ heart races as the sound of black flames rolling through their mind echoes in their ears, leaving a burning sensation cascading down their back and stirring that chaotic surge within them.

It’s the urge to break free from Everything Beautiful Illusion, to completely surrender oneself to the cruel black flames, and sink into endless battles.

“Then let me grant you Strength. Come to me—I’ll give you Everything Beautiful…”

Looking at the God’s beautiful hand, Ais’ hand slightly moves, almost releasing the sword handle…

Just then, the Elf Princess’ tearful Emerald Eyes flash across.

The memories of the past year, filled with Clear Wind, awaken Ais from the flames and tighten their grip on their beloved sword.

“I want Strength, but this isn’t right… I can’t follow you.”

The God’s smile fades as he shrugs and assumes a carefree demeanor moments later.

“Oh, what a pity. I thought I could lure the rumored ‘Doll Princess’ sister… Now I’ll have to follow through on our agreement and eliminate you.”

Hearing the word ‘eliminate,’ Ais quickly readies themselves.

But the God suddenly snaps his fingers, drawing a chilling smile beneath his hood.

In Ais’ astonished gaze, the God lifts his hand and…

‘Divinity’ is unleashed!

Waves of Black-Purple Light transform into long columns of light piercing through the dungeon’s ceiling.

The dungeon shakes violently, as if awakening from a slumber. The walls collapse like avalanches, and a deafening crash echoes from the entrance.

While atop the wall, it seemed like an eggshell had shattered, and life was struggling to break free. A foreboding black wing hung precariously above, emitting a guttural roar.

Clad in sharp claws, jagged fangs, obsidian scales, and wings.

That’s the Wyvern, a powerful dragon species known to inhabit mid-tier regions, and this one clearly had been enhanced into a Variant Species.

For a moment, Ais’ eyes instantly froze over.

The black flames that had originally subsided reignited with a ferocity, obliterating her sanity in an instant.

“So, Doll Princess sister, bye-bye.”

Ais waved goodbye to the God and pulled out what appeared to be a magical tool—a silver orb—from its arms. Turning around, it quickly joined the slightly panicked guards in retreat.

With a mix of failure and excitement from their failed attempt at an adventure, Santos moved forward toward his target—somewhere within the twelve layers before a high wall.

Amidst the earth-shaking labyrinth beneath the ground, a mournful wail echoed through the depths—a sound akin to that of a demon’s cry.

Through the swirling dust and fog, a shadowy figure suddenly emerged. A radiant swordlight, brimming with cold intent, flashed briefly into existence!

“Godfather! Be careful!”

“They’re attacking!”

The guards immediately noticed the disturbance and, while sounding the alarm, quickly pulled the God back toward themselves.

In the next instant, a sword blade struck the God, nearly decapitating it……

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