"Hurry up!"
"Mm——"
Ais nodded seriously.
What's with your 'mm'! Headache.
In the end, Fron was surrounded by several girls and brought to Loki's divine chamber.
"Hurry up——"
"You girls are really——"
What popularity with women, it's clearly about the ability values, damn it!
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"Loki, are you there! I'm coming in."
"Ah, come in."
The god was still the same, no changes as usual, even that smell of alcohol—still the same.
Perhaps this is the nature of gods—eternity.
They love the lower world because it's full of possibilities and the unknown, fascinated by children, even conferring godly power, abandoning their duties in the heavens, and undergoing brutal competition—to gain a spot.
It's said that Loki defeated many competitors to get his wish.
"Hehehe, I heard it all. Everyone is looking forward to your updated stats—"
Fron smiled bitterly and sat down with his back to Loki—exposing his back.
"They knowing doesn't matter, as long as outsiders don't find out."
"Ha, you're the Familia's top secret, how would outsiders know? Even that lovestruck goddess misjudged you. Hmm—maybe you really do have something special!"
The status update went smoothly. No level up, no development abilities gained, magic and skills stayed the same, only the stats changed.
However—during today's battle, Fron noticed a serious problem, which was an abnormal sense of imbalance.
Welf said his magic power was strong, but was that really the case? No, he knew in his heart that it was simply because he couldn't fully control his body, resulting in a kind of "berserk" state.
The excessively abnormal stat growth had become completely disconnected from his mind. If this distortion wasn't handled soon, it would have serious negative effects on him.
...
[Name]: Fron Argonne
[Level]: Lv.1
[Stats]: Strength: SS1001→SSS1233 | Endurance: SS1001→SSS1233 | Dexterity: SS1001→SSS1233 | Agility: SS1001→SSS1233 | Magic: SS1001→SSS1233
...
Though Loki had anticipated it, she was still momentarily stunned.
"It actually increased even more—"
Seeing his god lost in thought, Fron urged her.
"Loki, is it done?"
"Ah, no changes in magic or skills, just look at the stats."
She pressed the parchment onto his back, printed it in the common language, and handed him the chart.
"SSS1233?"
Even Fron was a bit dumbfounded.
Although the increase wasn't as much as last time, it was already amazing to continue increasing at this stage past 1000, and the stats had increased by more than 200.
"Ah, 1200-1299 should be 4S. Anyway, no one else but you can have such stats, so SSS or SSSS doesn't make a difference."
"..."
You could just say my numbers are something the gods never envisioned before—or is this laziness???
Loki opened her godly eyes, her expression unpleasant.
"You seem to be thinking something terrible?"
"How could that be? You're definitely overthinking!"
"Hmm—alright, Ais-tan~ you guys can come in now!"
"Bang—"
In less than a second, four girls burst in—no, Tione, Riveria, Finn, Gareth, even Bete and Raul were here. Wait, is that Elfy and Line behind them? And the chestnut-haired elven big sister, Miss Alicia!
"..."
Everyone's eyes focused on Fron—not him, but that report card.
"Don't, don't stare at me like that, it's embarrassing."
Fron twisted his body, then nervously handed the report card to Ais, whose face was close to his, eyes sparkling—into her hands.
Sniff sniff sniff—it was the scent of the girl.
"Bang!"
"Fron, Ais is mine—"
Black miasma poured from Loki's body, terrifying.
As for everyone else—they all crowded around Ais, staring deathly at the numbers, completely ignoring the two of them.
"All stats SSS1233—"
Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss—
Everyone gasped, their scalps tingling! Their brains went blank for a moment, and even their breathing became irregular.
Bete's gray tail fur stood on end, baring his fangs like he was about to beastify, eyes turning red.
"W-What kind of joke is this, there should be a limit to how ridiculous this is!"
Tiona's eyes sparkled like stars, staring at Fron with worship, her body clinging to him.
"Hey, hey—Fron, how can I turn into your shape, tell me~"
"…Tiona, saying that could cause misunderstandings."
"I don't care!"
"—?"
Ais shifted her gaze from the report card to Fron, her inner "little Ais" shouting: Turn into his shape quickly, if I turn into his shape I'll get strong fast!
"Turning into Fron's shape means getting strong fast? I want to too—"
"Pfft—"
Everyone froze, then spat out blood.
"A-A-Ais-san—w-why are you saying things like that, wuwuwu—"
Lefiya's big eyes filled with tears, spinning around.
The black cat girl Anya and elf Alicia blushed, covering their mouths in surprise:
"Couldn't tell at all that Ais would be so bold—"
As for Loki behind—at this moment, she had transformed into the evil god form who instigated divine civil wars, her expression extremely ferocious.
"Ais!!!!!!!!!!! My Ais-tan—do you even know what you're saying!! Damn you Fron, it's all your fault!"
"W-What does this have to do with me!!!!!!"
Fron shivered.
Terrifying, truly terrifying.
Everyone's eyes—as if they were about to devour him.
No, must retreat strategically.
"Um, I-I'll leave now—Loki, please burn that for me! Thanks!!!"
Leaving these words behind, Fron disappeared like smoke. That speed—truly worthy of a hexagonal warrior.
Ais blanked out, her lips slightly parted, hand raised as if trying to grab something, her heart feeling empty—
"Hey hey hey, Ais-tan! Quickly crush that scary idea!!!!"
"—?"
Loki panicked—
As for the others, their atmosphere had changed.
Their emotions written completely on their faces—all because of a report card.
"It's going to get lively for a while."
"Maybe for a long while??"
"Hahaha, not bad. That feeling of juniors chasing after us."
The three executives smiled at each other, remembering how Ais, Bete, and the Amazon sisters once chased them when they joined.
Now, another opportunity to motivate the whole Familia had appeared.
At this moment, back in his room with the door tightly shut, Fron finally let out a heavy breath, as if he had just survived a death battle.
The mental and physical exhaustion made him collapse onto the bed, not even wanting to move his pinky finger.
Knock knock knock—
"…"
"Uh—come in."
Fron originally wanted to play dead, but considering the consequences, he gave up.
The door opened, and as expected—it was them, the girls.
"Loki asked us to give you a message. She said you could have leveled up last time, but she suggests you train your stats fully before leveling up—that's what she said."
Fron flipped over and sat up.
Then grabbed the water nearby and gulped it all down, breathing in satisfaction.
"Mm, I thought so too, otherwise it would waste growth opportunities."
"That's right, we all did it this way."
——?
Hiding behind Tiona and Ais, Lefiya twisted her fingers, looking down shyly.
"What is it, Lefiya?"
"U-Um…"
This shy girl—didn't know how to say it.
Thankfully, the understanding elf sister Alicia gently patted her head and helped explain:
"Fron, Lefiya wants to practice her skills. Since you're going to the dungeon, she wanted to ask if she could join you."
——?