Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

Except for Amid who mostly made healing items, Asfi's were her own combat support and never for sale.

Fels only revealed his trump cards at the end.

And Barca? He mass-produced cursed items that couldn't be cured, leaving Orario in rivers of blood.

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Tiona was shouting excitedly, almost unable to contain herself.

Seeing the reactions of the others, Fron realized he had underestimated the influence of "Mystery."

Between everyone's enthusiastic chatter, the joyful mealtime came to an end.

After sparring with the group in the courtyard (actually just getting beaten up one-sidedly) to help digestion, Fron excused himself and left.

Back in his room after a long absence, Fron's expression turned serious.

"Whether it's 'Smithing' or 'Mystery', they both allow enchanting equipment with attributes related to 'stats', 'magic', and 'skills'."

"For example, accessories with 'poison resistance', weapons with 'indestructibility', boots with 'magic absorption', or even 'magic swords' that can cast spells."

Narrowing his eyes, Fron ran his hand over the cover of his notebook, his mind quickly calculating the feasibility of his plan.

"I've already mastered the forging method and am fully versed in the enchanting techniques. The only thing left is materials that can endure it."

"Assuming it's meant to be worn long-term and not hinder combat, making it into a bracer would be ideal. The main material will be mithril, which has excellent durability and superb conductivity."

"As for the magic crystal material, the best I can access is the secret crystal from a Gem Beast—it can handle the strain."

With a plan already in place, Fron had previously asked Anakitty for a small piece of raw mithril ore and a secret crystal.

"Everything's ready. Let's get to work."

Putting on his cloak and hat again, Fron appeared like a ghost in the shadows of the aerial corridor.

He looked carefully—

The "Twilight Manor" had already fallen silent under the night.

With a soft "whoosh", he spread his arms slightly and lightly leapt down—landing soundlessly, then flipping over the red courtyard wall, disappearing into the forest.

"Alright, let's follow him."

"Hehehe, I already noticed he was distracted and acting shady in the lounge. I knew it!"

"Cut the chatter, Tiona. He'll be gone in a second."

"I can sense his presence."

"Yeah, with Ais here, he can't escape!"

From the shadowy corner of the courtyard, Tione, Tiona, Ais, and Lefiya had been hiding there the whole time.

All of Fron's sneaky theatrics were meaningless—if anything, a bit comical.

"This way—"

Under Ais's lead, the four quickly followed.

"Sigh, these kids, can't they give us a break? Causing trouble in the middle of the night again."

Once the four left, Riveria, Gareth, and Finn stuck their heads out from a top-floor window, shaking their heads and sighing.

What can you say—older folks are more cunning after all.

"Raul, Anakitty. You two follow as well. See what they're up to and report back to me."

"Don't worry, Captain, got it!"

As Raul and Anakitty also left, a certain wolf-boy napping in a tree grinned with bared teeth:

"All of them, so boring."

Fron had no idea how poor his stealth skills actually were.

If he knew he had a whole train of people tailing him, he'd probably faint from embarrassment.

The workshop wasn't far from their base—

Even at his Level 2 speed, it took less than ten minutes to reach.

Sitting in the workshop, lit by the blazing furnace, Fron's eyes sparkled.

He was preparing to craft his first piece of gear with special attributes.

"Ding, ding, ding—"

Hiding in the nearby bushes, the girls exchanged looks, not sure what expressions to make.

"That's his workshop? Wasn't his gear already done?"

"Tiona, don't forget. He's got both 'Smithing' and 'Mystery' now. You know what that means!"

Lefiya whispered in shock:

"Enchanted gear, like magic items?"

"Exactly. There's never been a blacksmith with both 'Smithing' and 'Mystery' development abilities before. Fron is the first—who knows what he'll make?"

"Let's wait and see."

The girls, all at Level 4 or 5, wouldn't be affected by pulling an all-nighter.

They just stared at Fron's workshop the entire night.

Until the sky began to brighten and the sound of hammering finally ceased.

"Looks like he finished? I'm super curious!"

"If you're curious, go check! Foolish little sister!"

Tione, with her fiery temper, didn't care about anything and stormed straight ahead without hesitation.

Ais did the same, leaving Tiona and Lefiya staring in disbelief.

"Wait for us, Ais!"

Inside the workshop, Fron, still wearing an apron and a headscarf, squinted as he examined the freshly completed enchanted equipment.

It was a completely black wrist guard, 20 centimeters wide, with hieroglyphs etched into it using crystal powder to form a inscribing.

As for the creator's signature, it was perfectly hidden on the inner side.

Made from rabbit fur combined with mithril and magic crystal, and enhanced by the development abilities "Smithing" and "Mystery," the inscribing of hieroglyphs brought this piece to completion.

"Hmm, the enchantment effect is 'Gravity.' Calling it 'Gravity Wrist Guard'? Too lame, not impressive enough. Let's go with 'Suppressor Wrist Guard'—that sounds like a magic item."

Bang—the wooden door of the workshop was violently thrown open.

The morning sunlight was a bit dazzling. After shielding his eyes for a while, he finally recognized who they were.

"Uh—Ais? Tione, Tiona, Lefiya? Why are you all here?"

Ais stared intently at the [Suppressor Wrist Guard] in his hand, completely ignoring Fron's question.

Tione wore an utterly smug expression.

"With your flawed stealth skills, I bet the entire Familia knows by now."

His eyes widened in disbelief, nearly coughing up blood.

So all that sneaky maneuvering was just self-deception?!

"Mr. Fron, what is this? Could it be—a magic item?"

He handed the piece to Lefiya, shrugging:

"Drop the 'Mr.'—as you can see, this is a long-conceived creation of mine. A unique magic gear made by combining the 'Forge' and 'Mystery' skills—something only I can make."

"It has a very special property. Want to try it out?"

Tione looked thoughtful as she reached out and touched it.

"An equipment enchanted with 'status effects,' huh."

"Mhm, similar to accessories with 'Block,' 'Poison Resistance,' or 'Indestructible' traits, but with even more unique capabilities."

"What does it do?"

"Ais, put it on and try it."

"Is that okay?"

"No problem, I made it for you guys anyway. I don't think I'll need it myself."

Everyone blinked in confusion.

"You'll understand once you wear it."

Fron urged Ais, smiling slyly.

"You really look like you're up to no good—"

"Now now, don't say that, Tiona. It hurts my feelings."

Ais nodded blankly, took the wrist guard from Lefiya, and examined it.

"Hieroglyphs."

"Mhm."

Then—Ais put the wrist guard on her left hand.

"——!?"

Before she could react, she felt her body being crushed by an invisible weight. Caught off guard, she almost collapsed straight to the ground.

Luckily, Fron was prepared and caught her.

The usually expressionless girl finally showed a reaction, her gaze sharp.

"Gravity—"

Fron helped her up with ease and smiled meaningfully under the stunned stares of the others:

"So? How does it feel to fight in the dungeon like this?"

"..."

By the time they all rushed back to Twilight Manor, the three leaders and Loki were already waiting in the parlor.

It seemed Raul and Anakitty had returned to report.

But the fact that Ais was carried back by Fron was totally unexpected.

The sudden onset of gravitational pressure had left Ais's slender body completely limp. She couldn't even walk.

Fron placed her on the sofa. The girl tried to straighten up but ended up leaning weakly on his shoulder.

"This thing is what did this to our Ais-tan?"

Loki, Finn, Riveria, Gareth, the Amazon sisters, Lefiya, and even Bete all stared at the magic item on the table.

Fron, "Uh, if you insist on putting it that way, sure."

Loki, "Huff! Huff huff!!! Fron—I'm going to kill you!!!!!!"

Fron, "Hey hey hey, Loki. This isn't really my fault, is it?"

Loki, "What, you're saying it's mine?!!!"

Fron, "Calm down, Loki—this was all for the Familia!"