After the battle, Dradid his partial transformation and looked down at the magic stone of the green dragon he had just defeated.
He felt a bit bloated from the amount of excelia that had trickled into his body, a sign that he was at his absolute limit.
Grabbing the stone, Draco briefly ied it before sending out a magical pulse to survey his surroundings.
‘Seems they have almost broken down the wall I put up. Thankfully, no one is nearby; I should hurry,’ Draco thought.
Due to the battle, nearby monsters had been attracted to the area, something he had anticipated.
However, he didn’t expect such a rge buildup of monsters around the walls of earth he had created.
This wasn’t good—not just for him, but for passing adventurers.
Monsters were meant to be sparsely scattered, not trated in a single area.
Any adventurer who got too close would immediately draw the attention of the gathered monsters, likely leading to their annihition.
Luckily, the nearby adventurers seemed to stay away when they noticed the anomaly in the area.
Draco didn’t want ao ect the io him, nor did he want to fight any more monsters.
He was already full, and abs any more excelia would only strain his body.
Quickly looting all the gems from the treasure tree that the green dragon had been guarding, Draco used another exit to leave the 24th floor of the dungeon.
He navigated his way back to the surface, doing his best to avoid monsters along the way.
Soon, he arrived bae, immediately heading inside.
He had inally wao visit his firebirds, Vesta and Yara, but decided to go home instead.
‘Bahamut and the others are probably worried sick about me,’ Draco thought.
The previous day, he had received an earful from Bahamut about his solo dive into the dungeon.
As he entered, he gently twisted the doorknob and walked inside, a bit startled seeing Cir reading a book.
“Wele back, Draco,” Cir greeted him, her eyes still focused on the book she had been reading.
“Thanks,” Draco replied, taking off his dungeon bag.
“So, were you successful? Was it hard? Are you hurt?” Cir inquired, still not looking up from her book.
“Rex, I’m fine,” Draco reassured her.
He could tell that she was ed but was trying to act mature.
“Hmm,” odded, falling silent.
The room was enveloped in an awkward quiet.
Draco has been finding it increasingly difficult to i with Cir as she was quickly ging.
It felt as though she was rushing to mature, discarding any childish aspects of herself.
From his perspective, it was bizarre; he wanted her to take her time growing up.
‘Sigh, is this an effey reje, or is something else going on? How do I fix this?’ Draco wondered.
Meanwhile, Cir kept sneaking gnces in his dire, curious why his expression seemed so…
“Draco, you’re back!” a voiterrupted both of their thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m back,” Draco replied, catg Bahamut, who bolted into his arms.
He felt a bit awkward under Cir's gring gaze.
It was a strauation; while Cir was trying to mature, Bahamut was being more childish.
It was a stark trast to how the goddess had behaved months ago.
Realizing that there was another perso, Bahamut quickly posed herself.
“Ahem,” she cleared her throat, hopping off Drad readjusting her posture.
She had thought she was the only o home since everyone had go in the m, as it was a day off.
“Cir, when did you get back?” Bahamut asked.
“An ho,” Cir replied.
“Oh, then where are Dimitra and Vasiliki? I remember you went out with them,” Bahamut asked, recalling the pns she had made with the two girls but had fallen asleep waiting for their return.
“Iher house,” Cir answered.
“Oh, you call them over, or do you three not want to update your status today?” Bahamut inquired.
“Sure,” Cir replied, folding the page of the chapter she was on before leaving the room.
“I assume you want to level up nht?” Bahamut asked Draco.
“Yeah,” he replied, not pnning to dey his level-up any further.
Luckily, Denatus had already passed, and the one was in about two and a half months—the same amount of time he intended for his other familia members to level up.
He wao leave arong impression during the Denatus, which would take p the new year, a year when Orario’s darkest period would begin.
Without wasting any time, Bahamut pulled Drato her room, eager to see what new developments and abilities he would acquire.
Laying on Bahamut’s bed, the goddess quickly got to work updating his status before making a copy on a sheet of paper for him.
Taking the sheet, Draco was quite shocked as he looked at it.
The maximum value of his stats had increased by around 200, which didn’t seem like much at first, but it was a signifit deal.
He had gaihis much from just one growth phase, and he could tell that the other phases would hold even more surprises.
The highest recorded values for stats were attributed to Bell el, the main character of the Danmachi series, who possessed a broken skill.
Draco, oher hand, didn’t have a skill that could push the normal limit, which was S999 for nearly every mortal.
His stats exceeding this limit were due to his race, enabling him to bypass the typical restris.
His familia members also cked such skills, and their races weren't particurly special.
Acc to Bahamut, one or both of his sealed skills were likely responsible for their accelerated and limit-breaking growth.
He recalled asking how it ossible for the effects to ma despite being sealed, but Bahamut admitted she didn’t know.
She specuted that the seal had likely loosened when he received her falna, and the stronger he became, the more it would loosen, revealing the true effects over time.
Draco didn’t mind this; he had his own theory.
Being part spirit, he reasohat it was likely something simir to the spirit blessings that spirits had bestowed upon adventurers of the past before the gods desded.
Shelving his thoughts, Draco refocused on the list of development abilities before him, his eyes widening as he noticed a skill he hadn’t expected among the options.
