Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 35

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 35

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 35 Is this charm even serious?

Taking to the air in battle is a foolishly dangerous act; without a decisive strike, it often gives the enemy a chance to counterattack.

The reason Noah chose this battle style and keeps changing his killing methods is to adapt to his body.

Whether it’s the enhancement of his body after gaining Falna or the grueling recovery from Airmid’s 7 days of torment, Noah has gained a strength that is entirely different from before, leading to a decrease in control.

What was meant to be a clean cut to the neck ended up shattering the entire head.

Attempting to leap behind the monster for a counterattack, he landed over ten meters farther than expected.

Or perhaps he misjudged the hardness of the rock beneath him, shattering it completely underfoot and nearly toppling over.

To regain fine control over his body, Noah abandoned the various efficient techniques he had trained in long battles.

Facing the monster’s offensive arts, Noah did not dodge or block; he relied solely on speed and his sword to break through from the front.

Bathed in the blood and gore, Noah swung his silver blade that represented death, matching speed with the monster.

Under such a full-force assault, Noah gradually felt his body heat up, and his spirit became increasingly clear.

Forgetting the past, the present, and everything else, he listened to the will of his body itself, swinging his blade under the strong intuition brought by the [Hymn of Spring].

An astonishing heat surged from within, seeping through his skin like a furnace, refining Noah’s spirit and body until they fused seamlessly.

After the last monster fell with a tremor of the ground, Noah looked around with his sword drawn, but he could no longer see a single monster.

Within the barely clear vision, as the mist was shredded by sword qi, the surroundings were silent, the bloodlust faded, and the area felt eerily tranquil.

After a deep breathing technique, Noah gazed at the distant cliff, sheathed his sword, and walked towards the two figures approaching.

Although Ais was supposed to be the supporter, Riveria was also carrying a massive backpack.

Though she was an Arcanist, she bore the main load with strength rivaling that of other level 5 close-combat adventurers.

With a slightly smaller backpack on her, Ais took the initiative to collect the scattered Magic Stones and dropped Tools, currently scurrying about like a golden mouse.

Topped with a dragon scale larger than she was, the blonde lass appeared as adorable as a little elf hiding under a lotus leaf after the rain.

“How do you feel?”

Taking the water flask Riveria handed over, Noah took a long swig and considered her body’s condition.

“Well, to be honest, there’s not much pressure.”

Even with various hidden wounds and weaknesses in strength and endurance, the monsters of the twelfth floor posed no real threat to Noah.

For the past 3 hours, despite Noah’s non-stop running through battle, having turned the ground from the first to the twelfth layer inside out, she still felt an endless reserve of strength within her.

Mentally and physically, they were mostly in sync, yet there was a sense of unfinished business.

“Is it still not enough?”

Although she was prepared, witnessing Noah’s battles from the first to the twelfth floor left Riveria in a state of shock that bordered on numbness.

What didn’t surprise her was that the upper floor monsters didn’t pressure Noah; she had anticipated that much.

What amazed Riveria was Noah’s growth rate.

The discomfort from the initial surge in strength, Riveria had also experienced it, and it required time to hone.

But within Riveria’s knowledge, no one could adapt faster than Noah.

Whether it was the control over strength or the agility in her movements, Noah seemed to become more adept and precise with each passing second, eventually barely wasting any strength.

Battle is never about simply comparing strength, speed, or mana alone, because offensive arts that miss the enemy are meaningless.

Compared to adventurers of the same level, monsters often have several times or even dozens of times the strength advantage, and a single strike can determine the outcome.

But monsters, with all their might, fundamentally can’t hit an adventurer.

While adventurers, though often needing to dodge, can often land a decisive strike.

That’s skill, the secret to how mortals of the lower realm can overcome the strong with the weak and defeat monsters.

As for Noah’s battle prowess, Riveria honestly felt she had nothing more to teach him… No, that’s not right.

He had surpassed her long ago.

After all, he had been fighting for so long, yet not a single drop of blood had stained his body.

That alone spoke volumes.

“Although, in my opinion, it would be better to call it a day…”

Looking at Noah, whose eyes still gleamed with eagerness, Riveria sighed and took some of the weight from Ais, who had walked over.

“…But seeing you like this, I doubt you’d want to leave just yet, right?”

“Definitely, I haven’t even used Magic yet! I’m still trying to get my workout in…”

As he spoke, Noah blinked and slowly lowered his gaze to Ais, who was peering up at him with her white nose twitching slightly.

“Ais, what are you doing?”

No matter how Noah looked at it, Ais’s actions seemed as if she were sniffing him out for his scent.

If their roles were reversed, Noah was sure that the very next second after making that move, he would be reprimanded by Riveria.

“…Noah smells so good…”

Coming back to her senses, Ais’s cheeks flushed pink, and she lowered her head like a child caught doing something wrong.

Although she was still young, she already understood what was right and wrong.

She was aware that her recent actions were inappropriate.

But, it really did smell nice.

That faint, clean scent brought back memories of a white flower field swaying in the breeze, a green meadow deep in her memories…

Feeling embarrassed, Ais subconsciously glanced at Riveria, but was surprised to find that she wasn’t scolding her.

Instead, there was a complex expression on her face.

Riveria had actually noticed that strange ‘scent’ emanating from Noah long ago.

Before entering the dungeon, she had to get very close to smell it.

But as Noah continued to battle, not only did the expected body odor not appear, but that scent became increasingly clear.

This proved that the scent wasn’t from any perfume Noah had used, but was naturally emanating from him.

What was even stranger was that the intensity of the scent didn’t change with distance.

It remained consistently faint, barely noticeable yet impossible to ignore.

Even Riveria, who had

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Even Riveria, who is knowledgeable, was a little confused when she saw this situation.

​​She had heard of some potions and special races that could make Spirit trance and be controlled by the smell alone, but now she is very Awake.

Rather, it’s a bit comfortable and calm?

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Especially in this blood-soaked environment, catching a whiff of the faint scent emanating from Noah, Riveria didn’t feel her usual slight discomfort, but instead felt as comfortable as she would on a quiet summer night in a deep forest, her mood unusually calm.

What’s going on here?

Is this the allure of a Spirit Awake’s charm?

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