Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 52

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 52

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 52 Freya: I smell the scent of kindred spirits.

Every individual has their own desires, Noah is no exception.

And he is very clear about his longing, which is combat.

To be precise, it is surpassing and conquering!

Just, the more a person pursues something, the more they will be bound by it, and no one can escape this.

Noah is no exception.

For someone who craves to surpass everything, what is the most dangerous thing?

For Noah, there is no doubt that it is when he reaches the peak and there are no more targets to fight and surpass.

Noah has already experienced this after slaying the Demon King in the previous The World, and he does not want to experience it again.

Although there is a 3-no system that allows him to travel between different The Worlds, its origin, purpose, and creator are unknown.

Noah should not have to worry about finding opponents.

However, a little precaution is always good……since he is worried about not finding opponents in the future, why not start cultivating one now?

Self-reliance, that’s the way to live a comfortable life!

Noah hopes to find someone who can walk alongside him in his long life, even surpassing him, someone he can chase after.

This opponent is not an enemy, but someone who understands him better than an enemy.

To achieve this level, without Noah as their target, and even living for him, it is impossible.

To do such a thing, am I no different from those Evilus Faction members?

But, I won’t design a trap that forces people into despair and then offers hope.

Who asked you to come to me?

With a hint of Distortion pleasure, Noah lifted Ais’s half face.

He squeezed his palm slightly, as if he wanted to pass his will onto her through this Strength.

Feeling the heat of the palm against her face, Ais held her Breathing Technique, even her crying stopped, staring blankly at Noah.

“Ais, I’ve said that people are complicated. Why must we choose one or the other? Your hatred is not wrong. It’s just that before you realize it, your heart already has something more substantial, more important and precious. So don’t resist hatred, and don’t be afraid of this preciousness. Take them all with you and keep moving forward. Of course…”

Noah squatted down Body slowly, keeping his sights level with Ais.

During this process, Ais clearly felt that some of the warmth in Noah’s eyes disappeared, and another more aggressive and fiery birth was born.

‘The big brother who will take care of himself in Familia’ is gradually disappearing.

The ‘Noah Cipher’, born to conquer and surpass everything, stood before her eyes.

“……If you’re ever lost and can’t find your way, why not try looking at me?!”

A cold Electric Current surged through her body, and Ais’s eyes widened in shock, as if she had been hit by a BOOM!

“Look at you, Noah?”

In Noah’s eyes, Ais saw a brilliant, blazing light… she couldn’t tell if it was the fiery glow of a sunrise or something else entirely.

All she knew was that the Flame ignited a burning passion within her, and her body was filled with an intense heat, like a raging Inferno.

“Yes, look at me, chase me, defeat me… no matter what you want to destroy, I’ll surpass it, so just look at me, and that’s all you’ll need, isn’t it?”

As she listened to the seductive tone, a slender hand appeared before her, inviting her to take it, like a siren’s call.

The deep, azure eyes, which seemed to reflect her very soul, were like an abyss that drew her in, making it impossible for Ais to look away, as if she was trapped in a whirlpool.

Everything else around her seemed to melt away, consumed by the intense heat within her, leaving only a vast, pure white expanse.

It wasn’t just her tears that were scorching hot; her entire body felt like it was burning, like her Blood was boiling, and she couldn’t help but let out a stifled moan, a low, mournful sound, like a dying ember.

Especially her back, which felt like it had been branded with a red-hot iron, making Ais’s Breathing Technique rapid and shallow, leaving her speechless, as if she had been punched in the gut with a loud THUD!

This feeling was reminiscent of when she was in the Dungeon, being tempted by the evil god, like a dark and sinister whisper in her ear.

It was too small, too narrow, too weak…

Ais realized that she would be chasing after something far more powerful than the darkness of despair, something more vast than the sky itself, a Figure that loomed over her like a giant.

But the burning passion in her heart, which was more intense, more pure, and more powerful than her hatred for the black flames, wouldn’t let her refuse, like a raging fire that consumed her very soul.

In this heat, not only her confusion but also her hatred, pain, despair, anxiety, anticipation, and cowardice were all being consumed, becoming fuel for the burning passion, like dry leaves being devoured by a wildfire.

It was transforming into a clear, shining light, like the radiant glow of Gilgamesh’s Shiny aura.

Accompanied by the intense heat and promises that arose from her chest, Ais almost instantly gave her response…

“Noah, you’re a bad person!”

White clouds drifted lazily across the sky, and the clear blue heavens stretched out endlessly, like a vast, unbroken canvas.

Basking in the warm, golden light of dawn, the girl took Noah’s hand, like a ship finding its anchor.

A clear, determined light shone in her eyes, and Ais’s tear-stained face became calm and composed, free from confusion, like a calm sea after a storm.

Looking at Ais, who pouted, Noah revealed a satisfied smile, like a warm breeze on a summer day.

Before leaving the city walls, Noah cast a glance at the white, chalky tower at the city center, like a king surveying his kingdom.

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The original gloom was wiped away, becoming free of confusion, the golden soul became purer and more dazzling… That’s how it is, has he found his place, his blade’s sheath?

Gazing out from the highest floor of the white-walled tower, the Silver-haired Goddess sipped red wine from her goblet.

“In just a few days, has such an interesting change occurred?”

The Minotaur Martial Artist slowly took in the scene, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up.

“Freya-sama, should he be brought into the Familia? To fulfill your wishes, even if it means going against Loki Familia we…”

Listening to the proposal, Freya pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“That soul is interesting, but not the type I’m looking for… And how should I say this? I sensed a similar Breath from him.”

Ever since that young man appeared in Orario, Freya had been observing his profound and dark, unusual soul.

It wasn’t until yesterday, during Noah’s Dungeon run, that she saw a hint of something.

That was, when Noah killed Monsters, there was no hatred or hostility in his heart, only pure enjoyment!

Then, Freya remembered that when he interacted with the gods, or rather anyone, there was no reverence in his heart.

It was as if both sides were equals, making no difference to him…

Freya immediately realized that this was an extreme equality that came from despising everything to an extreme.

After all, when an individual only distinguishes others by their swordsmanship, all creatures in The World are left with only the difference between bleeding and not bleeding, Enemy and not Enemy.

Even if it meant killing a god, it would be no different from killing a Monster for Noah.

But what concerned Freya even more was the similar Breath she sensed from Noah.

What do perverts hate most?

It’s not those who are on the extreme opposite side, those who are noble and pure.

On the contrary, they love them very much, even if they are hated by the other party.

After all, whether it’s teasing those pure people, watching them struggle in pain, or corrupting them and possessing them, it’s incredibly pleasurable.

So it can be inferred that what perverts hate most is that they are at the same level as themselves.

Now, Freya smelled a trace of the same breath in the Mortal World child named Noah.

Although the amount of that trace of desire is small, the sense of similarity is very strong.

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