Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

In front of Dean Kate's small pharmacy.

buzzing-

A white shadow fell from the sky to the ground, and the continuous shockwaves rebounded, causing cracks to appear on the ground.

The crowd gasped and dispersed, staring in astonishment at Metluth, who, like a witch, leaped from her wand and landed gracefully.

She didn't care about other people's opinions and rushed into the treatment center.

At this time, the Deankat Familia had not yet been led by Amid to the scale it would later become. Overall, its shops were similar to those of the Mich Familia across the street—not particularly prosperous, but not exactly shabby either.

There were still many customers buying elixirs inside the shop, but Metluja pushed them aside, exclaiming and cursing:

"Damn, are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?!"

"Are you crazy? Look carefully who came in!" Another guest quickly covered the man's mouth.

When he saw the long white hair and the elfin face, his cursing stopped abruptly.

The allied forces of Zeus and Hera have just defeated the sea monster Leviathan. The one who dealt the fatal blow to this behemoth was none other than the "Talented Monster" Alfia.

"That's the sister of [Silence]... Is she tired of living?"

"But, isn't she supposed to be very gentle? What's wrong?" The customer looked at Metluth, who was standing on the counter, looking down at Dean Kate, with a puzzled expression.

"Old man, give me three dozen stamina potions. Hurry up, hurry up." A cold, emotionless voice came from Metluja's mouth.

Dean Kate looked up at the girl standing on the counter and thought: Rude girl, I... I think you might need your brain treated more.

"Huh? Why isn't there any response? Hello, hello..." The mechanical voice rang out again. The next second, Metlujah suddenly swung her wand and hit the old god on the head.

The force wasn't heavy.

However, the development ability [Crush], which only appears at level 5, was triggered.

Before the old man could speak, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed inside the counter.

"what------"

A moment of silence fell over the shop, and then...

"hiss……"

"He... he killed a god?!"

"Hera's Familia, have finally reached their breaking point and are preparing to annihilate all the other Familias?"

Metluja slowly turned her head to look at the guest who had exclaimed in surprise, and slowly extended her hand, her expression completely calm: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"Sorry, we didn't see anything!"

Wow————

Inside the shop, both customers and therapists scattered in an instant, and silence fell.

"I just wanted to open the store..."

Charles reached out his hand, trying to stop him, but no one heard his explanation.

He looked at Dean Kate, who had been knocked down by his F key, and it seemed as if the words "Press 'E' to finish him off" popped up on his forehead.

Charles shook his head and looked at the dazzling array of medicinal herbs on the counter.

'It seems like I'm the only one left in the shop now...'

Let me see if there are any treasure chests in the shop...

With that thought in mind, he manipulated Metluth to search through the shelves.

Russian qing.

She swaggered out of Dean Clinic with a backpack full of stamina potions on her back.

……

Having prepared basic supplies, Ciel controlled Metluth, mounted his wand, and returned to the foot of the Tower of Babel.

She swaggered past the adventurers in front of her on the quest board, casually glanced through the quests, and finally settled her gaze on the quest: "Cleanse the monsters in the unexplored areas before the 18th floor."

There are a total of four commissions, including one to hunt down a small dragon and Goliath, and another to kill the enhanced species of the Secret Realm Catfish.

This appears to be a commission issued by Chardo...

She went to the counter.

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "It's a pleasure..."

“Accept the commission,” Charles interrupted.

"Um, this..."

"This is acceptable too."

"I mean……"

"Stamp this for me."

"...Let me finish!" the teller shouted, clenching her fist.

Before the clerk could speak, Metluth jabbed her wand, sending the guild employee flying.

“…Oh, sorry. My hand slipped.” Ciel awkwardly rubbed his toes.

He simply pressed the buttons too fast and couldn't stop; he's not very skilled at it yet. It really wasn't intentional.

Guild staff were attacked.

The guild quickly descended into chaos. Upon receiving the news, Royman, with his enormous body, frantically crawled out.

When he saw the white-haired girl surrounded by the employees, his heart skipped a beat.

"Sorry, I really just accidentally..."

"Everyone, disperse, disperse." Royman hurriedly pushed aside the staff and fawned over Metluth, "Isn't this Miss Metluth? What brings you to the guild?"

Finally seeing an acquaintance, Charles tossed the request on the table to Royman: "Help me register this."

Royman accepted the commission, glancing at the indifferent-looking Metluth: "Miss Metluth, forgive my intrusion, but are you going to the dungeon? Does Lady Hera know about it?"

"Can't I go?"

"That's not..."

"Then register... and then give me the location of Little Dragon and the Secret Realm."

"But……"

"Bang—" Meryl suddenly swung her wand again, and Royman was hit hard in the stomach. Fortunately, his fat saved him, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"President...President!!!"

The employees were angry but dared not speak out.

However, after learning about Metluja's background and confirming that she seemed to have a congenital disease, the anger in his eyes gradually turned into sympathy.

"It must be that his brain has been damaged by illness."

"I've heard that Miss Metluth used to be very gentle."

"Like a little angel."

"But, it doesn't look like that at all now... it looks more like that [Silence] instead."

"Eh... I can only say, they truly are sisters."

Among the crowd, a trio of dwarves and elves, led by a blond-haired dwarf, watched this scene silently.

"The floor owner we were eyeing has been snatched away..."

"I remember she didn't have any fighting talent, so why did she accept Goliath's subjugation request?"

What should we do, Finn?

“Strange…” Finn licked his thumb: “My thumb tells me it’s best not to meddle in other people’s business.”

“But, since it concerns the Hera Familia, I think we should follow them and see…”

After watching Metluth leave the guild with her quest, Finn thought for a moment and decided to follow.

On one hand, Goliath is the trial monster he chose to improve his stats. On the other hand, Zeus and Hera's Familia are their hypothetical enemies; if they want to gain a foothold in the fiercely competitive Orario, they will eventually have to overcome this formidable obstacle.

It's best to know something about the actions of Hera's Familia.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the guild, some people hiding among the crowd had dangerous glints in their eyes...

"Hera's Familia, I wonder if you can still sit idly by now that this overprotected little princess has fallen into our hands?"

Chapter 452 This is what you call cheating!

Shortly after Metluth left, Hera, lifting her skirt, strode into the guild hall with an air of authority.

Inside the hall, discussions about Metalia's changes naturally reached Hera's ears. What surprised Hera most was that the adventurers' assessment of Metalia was that she was a "witch."

For Metluja, who is bedridden for most of the year and whose going out is a luxury, this title is indeed very unsuitable for her.

But Hera was neither surprised nor angry; in fact, she was somewhat relieved.

Outsiders don't know much about Metluja. They only know that she is the younger sister of [Silence], and that she is rumored to be a frail "sickly girl" with no talent, nothing more.

But in Hera's eyes, Metlugh was enjoying every moment of being alive. Her illness couldn't defeat her smile; she cherished every second and lived life to the fullest.

She was indeed momentarily taken aback when she saw the mischievous Metluth, but quickly recovered from her daze.

'If that child didn't have that illness, he'd probably be even more willful.'

Or rather, Hera hoped she could be even more reckless, which was better than being confined to bed, unable to even get out of bed.

Although she was looking forward to it, "abnormal" is still "abnormal".

Beside Hera, two members of Hera's clan, who had learned the basic situation, whispered something in Hera's ear.

Of course, it also mentioned that someone seemed to have followed Metluth...

"Who are those people?" Hera asked coldly.

“The Loki Familia, and the remnants of the Osiris Familia.” The Hera Familia warrior, dressed in a black tuxedo, had sharp eyes.