DanMachi: Why Am I Being Crowned the Lord of Cinder!

Chapter 190 190: Lefiya: Why Does It Feel Like Ron Knows a Bit Too Many Spells?

Godslayer's Greatsword!

Ron was naturally more than familiar with this thing…

It was the drop from defeating the boss Godskin Apostle in Elden Ring—so why would it appear here, obtained from the Ash Judge?

If you had to ask, then it was obviously because of that cheap trick aimed straight at the balls!

Only after confirming that the Pus of Man virus had completely disappeared did he finally take the spiral greatsword into his hands.

But before he could even properly examine it, Ron could already feel—the unique skill inherent to this weapon itself.

...

[Queen's Black Flame]

Ignites the Godslayer's black flame along the blade.

For a certain duration, the black flame consumes the user's life force.

...

"…"

Very familiar.

It followed the same principle as the pyromancy "Power Within" from the Ashen One character save he had mastered.

The black flame that slays gods…

So—this weapon could directly damage the origin of the gods in DanMachi?

It could even kill those so-called gods outright inside the Dungeon?

This was a good weapon.

It was just that, at his current stage, Ron couldn't think of any situation where he would need to use it.

Orario did indeed still have remnants of Evilus, along with gods living under false identities. If something really happened because of his "Despicable Outsider" skill…

Then this Godslayer's Greatsword would be his final trump card.

"Not a bad haul."

"It's just a shame… I didn't get the Smithing Stones I promised Lady Hephaestus."

Ron lightly shook his head.

After defeating the Ash Judge, there was no path ahead leading to any kind of altar. That meant the Fire Keeper likely couldn't be found here.

Stay any longer?

There was no point.

The heavy smog blanketing the sky, along with the overlapping distortions caused by time-space dislocation, made the entire place feel deeply unsettling just by standing there.

"We should head back."

"Let's see if we can find a way back to the 13th Floor. We shouldn't keep them waiting too long."

"Alright."

The surrounding air was suffocating.

If there had been a way out, Tiona would have already left this collapsing world-like secret realm. As for this bizarre exploration experience—according to Captain Finn, everything unusual had to be recorded and reported afterward.

But—as the tan-skinned Amazoness girl looked at the aftermath of the battle, and at the Ash Judge kneeling on the ground, its body completely torn apart—

'In a situation like this…'

'Do we really report it to Captain Finn too?'

"…"

If only her sister were here—she would definitely make a better decision!

Tiona felt a headache coming on. Looking at Ron's figure about to leave, she nudged the elf girl beside her, whose eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

"Lefiya."

"What are you spacing out for? We're heading back!"

"…Okay."

Lefiya nodded lightly.

This strange adventure beyond the Fog Gate—the Ash Judge, the Pus of Man virus—had indeed, to some extent, completely overturned her understanding of the world.

But she didn't dwell on that aspect too much.

She only knew one thing—Ron was someone she could trust completely. And that alone was enough.

However, after witnessing Ron's battle just now—as a mage—the elf girl felt like her entire worldview was starting to collapse.

After leaving the Fog Gate, they finally returned to the familiar Dungeon environment.

Even though it was still a dim cave passage, that sense of familiarity made them feel at ease.

At least… they didn't have to worry about being infected by that kind of strange virus!

"Um…"

"If I remember correctly… adventurers should have a limit on their magic slots, right?"

Walking at the back of the group, Lefiya spoke absentmindedly, letting Ron clear out the special monsters ahead. She lowered her voice and asked the senior beside her.

"…"

"Yes."

Although she herself didn't possess magic, Tiona still had a decent understanding of it through her experience as an adventurer in Orario.

"For example, Lady Riveria."

"She only has three spells."

"But…"

"Lady Riveria can alter the nature of her magic power to produce different effects. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"…"

Feeling the gaze on her face, Lefiya didn't feel uncomfortable. She simply shook her head and began recalling the various magical methods Ron had used during this time in the Dungeon.

First—there was the magic blade formed from red lightning.

A wide-coverage spell with overwhelming destructive power—she felt it could already rival Lv.4.

Shattering Crystal.

The dragon-head projection that spewed flames.

Just these alone… were enough to completely fill up Ron's magic slots.

Then what about that barrier he used at the very beginning, when facing Lansseax, which could absorb fire?

How was that supposed to be explained?

More importantly—Lefiya wasn't even sure if that was the full extent of Ron's abilities.

The Dungeon's difficulty so far hadn't been high—was he still holding back more trump cards?

"I don't get it…"

"It just feels like—Ron uses way too many different types of magic!"

She cleared her chaotic thoughts and finally reached that conclusion.

Could it be… that he could actually learn the techniques used by monsters?

And even break through the limitations of magic slots?

"Uh…"

"I don't know either."

Without any talent for magic, Tiona couldn't give her an answer.

But Lefiya was clearly overlooking something important.

After thinking for a moment, she said: "I don't know if you've noticed…"

"Hmm?"

"The magic Ron uses… doesn't seem to require chanting at all!"

"…"

Short-chant magic did exist in Orario.

But instantaneous, chantless magic—just thinking about it made Lefiya's scalp tingle.

Imagine facing an experienced adventurer like that in battle.

When both sides were evenly matched—and suddenly—a powerful spell was launched right in your face, with no time to react or dodge.

The entire battle would instantly be overturned.

"That's why I'm saying—"

"Don't compare yourself to geniuses. You'll just end up thinking they're monsters."

The elf girl's emotions were written all over her face.

It was hard to imagine that Lefiya, seen as the successor to the "Nine Hell", could look like this.

Tiona didn't tease her.

She simply sighed softly.

"Tarnished."

That title was fitting.

Even though this expedition hadn't ended yet,

she could already foresee—Ron's existence would become something no adventurer in Orario could ever overcome… a chasm.

"A monster, no doubt about it."

"And the worst part? He's a hardworking monster."

"…"

Lefiya didn't deny it.

Her gaze drifted forward.

In the distance, the tall figure of the boy was currently facing off against a mutated, massive Minotaur.

At that moment, Ron was wielding—the strange spiral greatsword he had pulled from the Ash Judge's chest.

Perhaps because there were too many of those black-skinned Minotaurs, or perhaps simply because he wanted to test the power of the Godslayer Greatsword—right before the elf girl's eyes—the blazing flames—black flames that seemed capable of reducing everything to nothing—instantly engulfed the spiral blade.

Even from such a great distance, she could still clearly feel—that aura of annihilation originating from the very essence of existence itself!!

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