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

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!"

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This noisy scene like a vegetable market was finally calmed down by the intervention of the three executives.

"Loki, stop fooling around. Let's get down to business first."

Finn rubbed his forehead in frustration and hurriedly interrupted the two who were roughhousing.

"Fron, can you introduce the effects of this item first?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, he nodded. However... everyone's expressions were oddly strange, including Loki's murderous glare and Lefiya's darkness—

Who told Ais to still be leaning on his shoulder at this point?

"Ahem, it's called [Suppressor Wrist Guard]. It's a special magic item enchanted with 'status values.'"

"The effect is: as long as you wear the bracers, your entire body will be constantly enveloped in gravity."

"Hiss—"

Everyone gasped in shock, stunned by the effect.

Ais is a Level 5 adventurer, and just a single item can completely suppress someone of that level?

Are you kidding?

"This thing isn't meant to be used on enemies, right?"

But then the clever Finn noticed the catch.

"Ah, it's meant for you all to use."

"For us to use?"

Then, right on cue, he once again brought out his bottleneck theory and gave everyone a detailed explanation of the pattern he had thought of before.

Finn bit his thumb, squinting his eyes with a meaningful look:

"You're saying, this thing increases the chance of breaking through a bottleneck?"

"No, it should be said to enhance breakthrough and efficiency."

"For example, for someone whose status values have reached a certain height, the likelihood of further growth is nearly negligible. But with this, it's possible to break the current limit and dig deeper into their potential."

Loki crossed her legs and held her wine glass, unusually serious.

"We'll know once we try. As usual, even for Ais-tan, after an 'expedition' her status increases are all single digits. She's already tried it once—just update the status and check it out!"

Everyone turned to the blonde girl, who weakly nodded and struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Fron had no choice but to support her from the side.

"Lefiya, you come with Ais and me to the Divine Room."

"Y-Yes."

After watching the group leave, everyone fell into silence again.

"If it's really as Fron said, and this thing speeds up training, then—"

"It's a top-secret of the Familia!"

"That's right, absolute secrecy. Though every Familia has its own trump cards and secrets. One more or one less doesn't make much difference."

Normally, updating status values only takes a few minutes.

But now, these few minutes felt like an eternity to everyone, even the calm three executives frequently glanced at the door.

As for Fron, he was already in a panic.

How could he have not expected that his secret base would be discovered by Ais and the others?!

Will there ever be peace again in the future? Won't people come knocking every few days?!

Especially Tiona, with that huge double-edged blade [Urga].

"Bang—!"

Loki burst through the door excitedly, panting heavily.

"How was it, Loki?!"

"We—we were all shocked! Her Endurance actually increased by 1 point!! And it's only been such a short time!"

"..."

Everyone was stunned by her words, then all turned to look at Fron, as if eyeing a delicious feast.

"Ahem, even between close friends, accounts must be settled clearly. So—"

"Speak, how much does it cost?!"

"..."

What's with those 'money is no object' looks on your faces?!

In the end, under Loki's direction, the [Suppressor Wrist Guard] were priced at 20 million. The special versions for the three executives were 30 million valis, with the cost of magic crystals calculated separately.

That price was comparable to second-tier weapons—not including the material cost, purely the craftsmanship. The insane profit made Fron grin ear to ear.

After all, in all of Orario, he was the only one with both [Forge] and [Mystery] skills. Now that's a monopoly business!

Fron, "Finally, I've finally made it through!"

Loki, "Tsk tsk tsk, you've finally grown up, kid."

For Fron, having money meant being able to buy large quantities of materials, then craft weapons, equipment, and magic tools. Through this process, he could absorb a vast amount of knowledge and rapidly improve his stats.

Then, by selling off his creations, he could recover funds and start the next cycle.

Combined with dungeon exploration and training with companions, he could advance evenly in stats, skills, strategy, and combat experience.

The path to becoming strong was already laid out before him—only time remained.

...

...

"Huh? You've got something tomorrow?"

Early morning, Fron apologized to Welf with a helpless expression, saying there was nothing he could do.

There was no helping it—his familia members were hounding him like madmen and grim reapers, urging him to hurry and craft wrist guards.

After all, everyone had witnessed Ais's growth firsthand, and once she'd slightly adapted, she'd charged straight into the dungeon. How could the others not be anxious?

"Ah, sorry. I probably won't be able to go exploring for the next month."

"Well, I need to refine my craft anyway."

"Okay, then see you later! I'll contact you afterward!"

"Yeah!"

After settling things with Welf, Fron, under the urging of many kind-eyed companions, dove into his workshop, hammering away day and night.

It was exhausting, but he found joy in it.

Through high-intensity crafting, his attributes and development abilities grew like crazy.

Day after day, sun rising and setting, time flew by.

Over 20 days passed.

Aside from eating, sleeping, and dealing with bodily needs, Fron was completely absorbed in his work.

When he finally returned to the base after more than half a month, his scruffy, unkempt appearance startled everyone.

"Hey hey hey, weren't you guys pushing him a bit too hard?"

"Uh, he did it willingly."

"Really? Tione?"

"Captain~~~~~~ You don't believe me? Waaaah—my heart is broken!"

"..."

"Well, Finn. I did do it voluntarily. Because it benefits me too."

"Here, these are your wrist guards."

He laid out twelve wrist guards on the table like pieces of art—black-coated with silver patterns engraved with mysterious runes.

"Tione, Tiona, Bete, Raul, Anakitty, Alicia, Elfy, Cruz, Lefiya—these nine are yours."

"You're all Level 3 to Level 5, so 'mid-tier' quality is sufficient."

"Finn, Riveria, Gareth—these three are yours. They're 'high-tier.'"

Finn picked up his wrist guard, examined it carefully, and asked curiously,

"Other than the price tag, what's different about ours?"

Fron scratched his head and gave a bitter smile:

"It's simple—the difference in materials means they can withstand greater strength, and of course the craftsmanship is more complex. The core material of the 'mid-tier' ones is the secret crystal of a gem beast. The enchanted 'magic' power is enough to overwhelm anyone below Level 5.As for yours, the core material is a secret treasure: a drop of Cadmus Spring Water, allowing it to release gravity that can suppress even a Level 6."

"Riveria and you should know this best—even a single mana crystal made from a drop of Cadmus Spring Water, not including my labor, costs 10 million vali just for the raw materials!"

"So that's why you insisted on not covering the cost of materials back then—turns out it was way too expensive, hahaha!"

"Yeah, I couldn't afford it anyway."

"Alright, everyone put them on and test the effects, but no dungeon diving until your bodies have adapted. Understood?!"

"Yes!"

Then everyone charged out with a loud shout, leaving only the elven ladies standing bashfully beside Riveria, waiting for the her instructions.

"Alicia, you all go too."

"Yes, Lady Riveria!"

Fron looked speechless—so this is what elves are like? I'm in love.