Chapter 83

Max

The crimson circle faded beneath his boots, and Max stepped into the PAL office just as Rimuru reached over and switched off the scrying feed. The last image on it was Loki laying the Ouroboros back into its case before the glow died and left the room silent.

Max dropped into his chair and stared at the blank surface, his mind chewing on what that weapon could do. “What do you think that dagger is actually made of?” he asked.

Across the room, Rimuru sat back in his own chair and crossed his arms, considering what they just watched. “Given that it weakens gods and puts them through that kind of agony?” he guessed. “It has to be forged from a Monster Rex drop, something from the 60s, at least.”

Max nodded, pushing himself out of the chair and crossing the office. “Makes sense. Ask Hephaestus about it next time you see her.”

Rimuru shuddered, his body rippling and losing its shape for a second at the thought of interrogating the forging goddess. “Please focus on the operation tonight instead of planning my funeral.”

Max chuckled, using the banter to deflect his own nerves. Reaching the workbench, he unclipped a leather pouch from his belt and upended it, and dozens of blank rings clattered on the table.

Rimuru’s expression shifted from annoyed to complicated as he stared at the pile. Nobody knew the exact damage threshold needed to force a Juggernaut spawn, so Max wasn’t taking chances. He wanted overwhelming firepower.

Rimuru looked from the pile to Max. “Are you sure about this, boss? It is dangerous and borders on suicide.”

“Didn’t we discuss this?” Max asked, pulling up his sleeves.

“No matter how many times you explain your reasoning,” Rimuru countered, gesturing at the pile, “going into the Dungeon to provoke it on purpose sounds ludicrous.”

“It honestly is,” Max agreed.

He didn’t wait for a response and slid the first blank ring across the table. With a sigh, Rimuru extended a hand and coated the inside of the metal with a layer of slime gel, reinforcing it so the metal wouldn’t shatter under the strain of the spell.

Max picked up the coated band and infused the gel with his recent favorite spell, Hadō #88, then set the glowing ring aside and grabbed the next one.

“But look at the current situation,” Max continued, falling into the rhythm of the assembly line. “We have no idea when Evilus will strike next. With what we’re about to drop on the Denatus tonight, things could get out of hand very fast. Right now, every major deity and all the strongest adventurers are inside Babel.”

He finished the second ring, the magical heat making his palms sweat.

“The city is as secure as it’ll ever be, and nobody’s panicking,” Max said, watching the silver flare. “I refuse to delay my level-up any longer. Not with what I need to do.”

“And what would that be?” Rimuru challenged, glancing up from the ring in his hand. So far, Max kept him in the dark about this ‘higher’ goal.

“Reach High Class, obviously,” Max said. “If this pushes me over the edge, there’s no need to fear Evilus unless they somehow bring the One-Eyed Black Dragon itself.”

Rimuru frowned while he filled another three rings, unable to argue with the logic even though the risk was still astronomical.

“I am being careful,” Max insisted, watching his clone’s unconvinced look, setting a ring down. “Look at the party. Ottar’s a Level 6, and Hogni and Kairu—”

“Aside from Hogni and Slime Boss,” Rimuru cut in without looking up, “you haven’t even asked for Ottar yet.”

Max stopped mid-reach and gave him an exasperated look. “Is that really all you could come up with?” he asked dryly.

Rimuru shrugged, rolling the ring between his fingers. “It’s true, though.”

Max let out a breath through his nose and pressed on. “Fine. Once I ask for him, Ottar’s a Level 6, and Hogni and Kairu are Level 5s. But Kairu doesn’t fight like a Level 5. He fights like a High 6, maybe a Low 7. And you know I don’t fight like a standard Level 4. Freya put me somewhere between a High 7 and a Low 8.” He picked up the next ring. “Hogni knows Geppo, so he can jump out of range, and I’ll have him teach it to Ottar too so both of them can dodge. On top of that, I’ll dispel you before I leave and pull Itachi out once his part is done.”

Rimuru still looked unconvinced. Seeing it, Max stopped working and pressed his hand flat on the bench, letting the cool surface ground him, and the fear he carried since the siege finally came through, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Hell, I didn’t even tell Freya the truth,” Max confessed. “I didn’t want her worrying. We don’t know what Evilus is hiding. Attacking Twilight Manor was insane, but they did it anyway. What stops them from hitting Astraea’s compound? Or Folkvangr? What if they retaliate for Rudra’s execution? That’s why I’m rushing this. I need the power to end them.”

Rimuru studied him across the table, taking in the fear behind the bravado, and let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Fine,” Rimuru conceded. He picked up another blank ring and rolled it between his fingers before filling it. “The heavy hitters are locked in Babel. This is the best window you’ll get. But if things go south, teleport out. Do not be a battle junkie. Injuring it once should earn you enough excelia to level up, especially after yesterday’s slaughter in the Colosseum.”

“No promises,” Max said, a familiar grin pulling at his mouth.

Rimuru shot him a withering look.

They went back to work, and a comfortable silence settled over the office as the tension faded into the rhythm of the assembly line: the clatter of silver, the squelch of slime gel, and the hum of magic. They cycled ring after ring into the arsenal until a sharp ping echoed in Max’s mind, Itachi’s signal that the Naming Ceremony began.

Max wiped the sweat from his forehead, scooped the charged rings into his pouch, and called Freya.

It didn’t take her long to answer, her voice chiming inside his head. Keeping his tone casual, Max asked permission to run an experiment in the Dungeon and left out the danger. To keep her safe while he did it, he asked to borrow Ottar and suggested Allen take the Warlord’s place at her side.

She granted the request without hesitation.

Max cut the connection with guilt burning in his chest and pushed it down, promising himself he would ask her forgiveness later. He sent word to Ottar to wait for Allen’s arrival, then head for the elevator and ping him once it was done. Then he called Hogni and told him to be ready. While they prepared, he packed everything up and tapped Kairu, who was resting on the table, and the slime woke in an instant and flowed up onto his shoulder.

Within minutes, everything was ready, and Max finally looked across the room at his clone.

Rimuru took a step back and offered a crisp salute. “All the best, boss. Level up and be safe.”

Max nodded and severed the connection.

Without the link, Rimuru’s projection dissolved, and the clone lost its humanoid shape, collapsing into a familiar blue slime that gathered its mass, flowed across the table, and rejoined the original Kairu on Max’s shoulder. At the same moment, a surge of magic rushed back into Max’s reserves, freeing up a Complex Protocol and wiping away the fatigue from making the rings. For the first time all night, he felt almost full.

Max checked with Kairu one last time and felt a ready pulse against his neck, then grabbed Hogni’s coordinates and created a magic circle under his feet.

-◈ -

General Pov

The transition to the 38th floor was instantaneous. Hogni materialized a split second after Max, his hand resting lightly on his cursed blade as his eyes swept the cavern for movement.

They waited in the cavern for Allen to reach Freya, and when Ottar’s confirmation finally arrived, Max grabbed his coordinates and pulled him down.

Ottar materialized in a crouch, one fist braced against the damp stone, and held the position for a long moment, listening to the silence. Only once he was satisfied that the area was secure did he rise to his full height. Surprise flickered across his face at the sight of Hogni already waiting beside Maximus, and he gave the elf a brief nod before turning to the boy.

“Maximus.” His voice was a deep rumble that carried through the quiet cavern. “What is this urgent experiment?”

It was highly irregular for him to leave Lady Freya’s side while she was outside Folkvangr, and the Warlord expected the explanation to justify it.

“I’m sorry to pull you away, Ottar,” Max began, his tone apologetic. “But what I have in mind could kill me if I were alone. So I wanted support.”

Ottar’s eyes narrowed. Maximus admitted to a lethal threat as easily as asking for a sparring partner. The Warlord took in their surroundings with deliberate sweeps. Damp stone. A claustrophobic layout. The 38th floor. He ran through the monsters native to this depth, and since none of them posed a genuine threat to Maximus, the boy had to be planning something unnatural.

He glanced at Hogni, expecting the usual timidity, and found it hardened into something grave instead. Whatever this was, the elf knew the details for some time and chose to stand here anyway.

“Explain,” Ottar said.

Max nodded, keeping his voice conversational. “Because of my store’s cooperation with the Guild, I got my hands on some classified information. There’s an anomalous monster called a Juggernaut.”

Neither executive asked about the store, as if by an unspoken understanding.

“It spawns when a floor is damaged past a certain threshold,” Max went on, “and only to deal with whatever caused the damage.”

Hogni’s brow creased. “D-deal with?”

“Kill them,” Max said simply. “That’s all it exists for. And it’s always two levels above the floor’s native monsters, so the one that spawns here should be a Level 6.”

At that, Hogni’s hand went to his scabbard, his knuckles whitening around the grip. Ottar said nothing, but his gaze moved past Max to the cavern walls, as if he was already measuring the space a Level 6 would need.

“It also uses an anti-magic shield,” Max continued, “so spells won’t do much against it. In exchange, its defenses are poor against physical attacks. And it doesn’t have a magic stone. After a certain amount of time passes, it just disintegrates.”

Ottar’s eyes narrowed. “And how much of that do you believe?”

“Most of it,” Max admitted. “But I’m planning for it to be worse.”

Ottar studied him for a moment, then grunted. It was the answer he wanted to hear. Anyone who took the Guild’s word at face value didn’t last long.

Hogni glanced between them and swallowed, his stutter coming through despite his best effort. “S-so we are about to summon an anti-magic Rex to speed up your level-up?”

“Exactly,” Max agreed.

The two executives shared a look, Hogni’s face turning pale while Ottar’s stayed unreadable, and for a moment, nobody said anything.

“The goddess would not be happy,” Ottar said at last.

“She wouldn’t be,” Max agreed easily. “But when we succeed, she’ll be proud of us.”

“Maximus.” Ottar’s voice dropped at that, and though he didn’t move from where he stood, the pressure coming off him swelled until it filled the cavern. “You speak of summoning a Rex-class monster born to destroy. A creature made to kill whatever damages its floor. And your answer to her trust is to stand in front of it.”

Max opened his mouth, but the Warlord wasn’t finished.

“You are aware of your importance to the goddess. To her, you are not just another adventurer. You are the answer to decades of her longing. If you fall, or are severely injured here, there is nothing in the world worth the cost for her.” His eyes locked onto Max, unblinking. “I have guarded her for longer than you were alive, Maximus. I will not trade her happiness for a faster level-up.”

The words hit harder than Max expected, and for a moment, he had no answer. He let out a slow sigh and glanced at Hogni, half-wondering if his friend would side with the Warlord and push for a retreat.

The elf said nothing. He met Max’s eyes and gave a small dip of his chin, his knuckles still white on the scabbard and the fear still plain on his pale face, but he stayed where he was.

Max turned back to Ottar and dropped the casual tone, meeting the Warlord’s eyes. If anyone deserved honesty here, it was him.

“Let’s talk about our strength, then. Just levels, nothing else. Hogni and Kairu are Level 5s, and you’re a Level 6. But Kairu fights like a High 6, maybe a Low 7.” He let that sit for a beat. “And by Lady Freya’s own assessment—her words, not mine—I fight somewhere between a High 7 and a Low 8.”

Hogni’s eyes went wide, and his head snapped toward Max with a strangled sound. Ottar didn’t so much as blink. He must have heard it from the goddess already, but the rigid set of his jaw said their strength didn’t move him.

“Numbers do not stop a blade that reaches you first,” Ottar countered.

“No,” Max agreed, tapping the slime on his shoulder. “That’s what Kairu is for.”

Under his fingers, Kairu rippled and let out a firm Ki!, as if he was waiting to be asked.

“He’ll act as my armor and take the hits for me, shaping himself into whatever the fight needs. The level-up comes first, yes, but the moment either of you sees this going sideways, you jump in. I won’t call it pride or refuse the help. If I survive even part of this fight, the excelia alone pushes me through. And if it becomes unsurvivable, we teleport out. The spawn dies on a timer whether we finish it or not, and there’s no one within 10 floors to wander into it.”

Ottar heard him out in silence, his jaw still set. When Max finished, the Warlord said nothing, and the quiet stretched until Max realized that none of it was enough.

He let out a breath, and when he spoke again, his voice came out quieter. “Ottar. Evilus attacked Twilight Manor. Did you think that was possible? We were comfortable thinking they wouldn’t dare, and they did it anyway. We have no idea what else they’re hiding, and we just executed one of their gods in front of the whole city. What happens when they come for Folkvangr? For her?” He held the Warlord’s gaze. “The Denatus is the only time she’s this safe, with every god and every strong adventurer locked inside Babel. I’m not doing this for a faster level-up. I’m doing it so that when they come, I’m strong enough to end them.”

This time, Ottar didn’t answer. Twilight Manor was the strongest home in the city after Folkvangr, and Evilus walked into it and left some of Loki’s children dead. He spoke of the goddess’s happiness, but the boy was speaking of her safety, and those were not the same thing. If Evilus came for Folkvangr, and he expected them to sooner or later, the goddess would need every blade that could stand against them.

The pressure coming off him slowly eased, and when the Warlord finally spoke, his voice was as steady as ever. “Then I will stand with you.” He said firmly as his eyes bored into Max’s. “But if I judge this fight lost, we leave. No argument.”

“No argument,” Max agreed.

Beside him, Hogni let out a shaky breath and nodded too.

Max felt the tension drain out of his shoulders. “Thank you, both of you,” he said quietly. Then he straightened, some of the lightness returning to his voice. “I have more preparation to do, in the meantime, can you do me a favor and learn something new?”

Ottar frowned, but Max was already turning to the elf. “Hey, buddy, can you teach him Geppo? It’ll be vital for the coming battle.”

Hogni opened his mouth.

When the word favor echoed in his mind and pulled him back to the meeting just after sunrise. Max knocked on the door of his residence, and Hogni braced himself for a sparring request, the usual routine of their friendship. Instead, the boy leaned against the doorframe and asked for a favor. He didn’t order or request it. He asked. Coming from a younger peer, the humility of it stunned the elf into silence, and he readily agreed.

Then Max shared the details. The deep floors. A threat matching Udaeus.

Hogni remembered standing in his doorway, trying to make the logic add up, as it never did. The 38th floor had no Monster Rex, and unless Maximus meant to drag the mistress herself into the Dungeon to force an irregular spawn, the scenario was impossible. He said as much, and Max only offered him an enigmatic smile.

I’ll show you how tonight.

To seal the agreement, Max promised to bring Ottar into the loop, and that promise settled Hogni’s nerves at once. With the Warlord present, even a Level 6 anomaly could be crushed without breaking a sweat. It was only later, through the quiet hours of the morning, that Hogni’s mind drifted back to the ripples running through the executives. He remembered the truth of his counterpart’s fate and the chain of events that led to it.

Under Maximus’s expectant look, Hogni blinked, and the memory gave way to the damp gloom of the cavern.

He shook his head to clear it and looked up at Ottar. The Warlord stood waiting, a rare curiosity breaking through his usual composure, and Hogni realized that Maximus just left the task of teaching the captain of the Freya Familia in his hands.

Hogni closed his mouth and took a slow breath, letting his nerves harden into resolve, then nodded once and motioned Ottar toward the center to begin.

Leaving the executives to their training, Max set out to scour the floor for a soft spot in the wall, somewhere a concentrated bombardment would set off a reaction across the whole floor. The terrain made the hunt interesting. The 38th floor choked mobility and funneled movement, which made it a perfect environment for a trap.

While he searched, Kairu slid off his shoulder and took over security, patrolling the area in a patient circuit and quietly dissolving anything the floor spawned before it could become a distraction.

While Max worked, dull thuds kept rattling the stone behind him. When he finally glanced over his shoulder, Ottar hit the floor again, his heavy boots cracking the rock, and grunted as he stared up at Hogni. The elf hovered ten feet above him, kicking empty air. He didn’t speak. He simply tapped his foot, channeled a burst of force, and jumped higher, climbing invisible stairs only he could feel.

Ottar tracked the movement, his eyes narrowing as he memorized it, then crouched, kicked upward, and caught the air himself. This time, the crash took much longer.

Max’s eyebrows went up. Give him an hour, tops, he thought. With a body like Ottar’s, he expected nothing less.

He turned back to the rock and got to work, sending pulse after pulse of Destruction into the stone and reading what came back. Hard here. Hollow there. A hidden fault line spidering beneath the surface. It took the better part of the hour, testing the density again and again, but he finally found the right wall and mapped its weak points in his head.

When he walked back toward the center of the cavern, he found Hogni kicking off the air to demonstrate Geppo one more time while Ottar watched from below. Kairu finished his circuit and flowed back onto Max’s shoulder, and Max pulled the storage pouch from his belt.

After confirming Ottar learnt the technique and all of them are ready, Max initiated his plan and the bombardment that followed shook the 38th floor. Volley after volley of Dragon Lightning Cannons hammered the wall, six batches of them in all, and each time the Dungeon stayed silent while the stone melted into a glowing ruin.

Then, as the seventh batch of rings flared on Max’s fingers, the Dungeon finally answered.

A wail of agony ripped through the cavern.

AAAAAAOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH~

Instead of hitting their ears like any normal sound, it spiked straight into their skulls, and it kept growing louder until the walls trembled and dust rained from the ceiling.

Behind Max, Hogni’s knees buckled before he caught himself. A pressure came with the sound and bore down on him from every direction, locking up his whole body, and his cursed blade felt twice as heavy in his grip as he forced his feet apart and held on.

Beside him, Ottar felt it far worse. The hair along his spine rose before he even understood why, his ears pinning flat against his head as something deep in his gut told him to get down and submit. He knew that feeling. Years ago, as a supporter hauling packs behind the Zeus and Hera Familias, he felt it twice: once when the Behemoth roared, and once when the Leviathan rose from the sea. Both times, his body knew he was standing in front of something he could never hope to beat long before his mind accepted.

But this was different, and as the wail went on, he slowly realized. The Black Monsters were the Dungeon spawns. This was the Dungeon itself, all around them and Maximus’s attacks jabbed it awake. Whatever it was one thing was clear to him: it was furious.

After the initial blast, the sound continued to tear through his armor as if it wasn’t there, then through his flesh and down into his bones, passing through him as easily as wind through fingers. And the longer he heard it, the more he realized it wasn’t one voice. With every second it went on, he could pick out more of them buried inside it, hundreds, maybe thousands of smaller wails layered over one another, each one crying out on its own.

They rattled around inside him until he felt them grinding in his teeth and his ribs, shaking him all the way to the core. The pressure that came with them squeezed his chest and dragged at his limbs, trying to push him flat against the floor, which he willfully refused.

Ottar clenched his jaw and forced his instincts down. He planted his boots, and the stone cracked under him as he held his ground.

On Max’s chest, Kairu felt no pressure. Instead, the wail poured into him like heat and trying to fill him with rage, and an insistent nudge, quiet and treacherous, pushing the slime to turn on the one he was protecting.

ATTACK. KILL, KILL KILL KILL. TEAR the intruder apart. For half a heartbeat, the plating over Max’s ribs tightened.

Kairu dismissed the urge at once. Master is Master. The slime clamped down even tighter around Max’s vitals, holding him safe as the wail went on.

The seventh volley erupted without delay, blasting the fresh wall into ash, and the wail cut off.

The silence that followed was so sudden that it left their ears ringing. Behind Max, Hogni sucked in a ragged breath, his shoulders heaving as the pressure lifted, while beside him, Ottar slowly unclenched his jaw and rolled his neck, the hair along his spine still standing on end. For a few seconds, nobody moved. The air pressure dropped, popping their ears, and then a sharp crack echoed through the cavern.

The floor behind Ottar and Hogni split open. A single fracture raced out from a point between them, then another, and another, spreading slowly across the stone as something beneath it pushed up from below.

“Oops,” Max said, blowing out a breath. “Maybe I went a bit overboard. Be ready, people. It is coming.”

The cracks gave the executives the moment they needed. Ottar turned toward the spreading fractures and raised his greatsword, his breathing steady again, and Hogni dropped into a low stance beside him, the cursed blade humming back to life in his hands as the last of the tremor left his legs.

Max shook the spent rings off his fingers into the pouch and drew the Amphisbaena bone sword, sliding the knuckleduster onto his left hand. “Kairu,” he murmured, his eyes on the cracks. “In case of an emergency, protect them.”

On his chest, Kairu answered with a firm Ki Ki!

Behind them, the floor burst apart, and the Juggernaut came out of the rubble with a soul-piercing roar.

It leaped clean past Hogni before he could swing, its eyes locked on the intruder who did the damage, exactly as the reports promised.

As planned, Ottar took point. One Geppo step carried him across the gap, and he landed between Max and the charging monster with his greatsword raised, catching the leading claw on the flat of his blade before the echo of the spawn fully dispersed.

Up close, Ottar felt the thing was worse than the briefing promised. The Juggernaut ran low to the ground, all compressed bone and blade-limbs, with two huge bony horns curving forward from its skull, clearly made to ram through anything in its path. Ottar felt a chilling realization that nothing on it existed for show.

Seeing the monster easily outspeed him, Hogni unleashed his magic into its flank, trying to slow it down. Much to his horror and the Guild's accuracy, the Juggernaut’s plating swallowed the spell without the monster slowing a step.

Watching it made Ottar’s face grim as he adjusted his grip, So this is what the Dungeon’s ultimate weapon feels like.

Then he met its eyes. Crimson-gold and slitted, they never settled on him. Even with its claw pressed against his blade, the Juggernaut was looking past his shoulder at Maximus, as if Ottar was merely an ant in its way.

It took only a few exchanges for Ottar to understand how true that was. His first full swing came down on its shoulder and barely scraped the bone. When it lunged again, he caught both claws on his greatsword, and the force alone drove him back three steps across the stone. Hogni slipped in behind it and slashed at its hind leg, his cursed blade flaring crimson, but the cut left only a shallow mark, and a lazy sweep of its tail sent him skidding away before he could follow up.

Ottar answered with a shoulder-check that should have knocked any monster off its feet, and the Juggernaut simply leaned into it and kept coming, its horns nearly ripping the sword from his grip. They held their ground as well as anyone could, but it didn’t matter. The Juggernaut wasn’t fighting them. It was simply walking through them, and with every step it took, the two executives were pushed one step closer to Maximus. Ottar faced enough monsters to know the weight of one. This thing was no Level 6. It was well beyond him.

From his place by the wall, Max saw it too. The executives were being pushed back, and the gap between him and the monster was closing fast. His grip tightened on the bone sword, and he shifted his weight forward, ready to step in.

Before he could move, a ping echoed in his mind.

Itachi’s report came through, short and quiet. As far as he could tell, Freya suspected nothing, and his part was done.

Max’s focus split, half of him staying on the fight while the other half turned inward, severed Itachi’s connection, and pulled. The Kairu clone anchoring Itachi folded back through the link, and the last piece of his magic rushed home in a flood that topped off his reserves, freed up his last protocol, and made him whole again. He felt himself grin at the sensation.

He was still grinning when the Juggernaut slipped past Ottar’s guard and went straight for him.

Auto-Evade screamed in his head, and before his eyes even registered the danger, Kairu yanked him sideways.

When the world snapped back into focus, the Juggernaut stood exactly where he was a moment ago, its clawed hand extended and its talons a foot from his face, close enough for him to see the hairline fractures webbing the bone.

And from behind the monster, Ottar’s warning finally reached him, bellowed raw with fury.

"MAXIMUS! DODGE THAT ATTACK! This monster is not a High Level 6! But a Mid Level 7!"

--> Devil in a Dungeon <--

Life Update:

I know you are wondering what I was up to and why the updates are delayed. Long story short, I had to move houses suddenly and my new home had bed bugs which got too close to my comfort. My hands feeling the brunt of the ordeal. Hence the delay in updates. Fortunately, I did see a doctor and am working on recovering from the allergy and the severe itching it is causing me. I will do my best to give you the next update as soon as I can.

AN:

Doesn't it look like Max biting more than he could chew?? I know most of the chapter was set up, and even though I tried my best to make it not lag, I feel it turned to be rushed a bit. I will go through it and change it for flow when I have time.

But coming to the chapter, it is one hell of a balancing act as I had to ensure to manage Ottar's skepticism and Hogni's loyalty with Max's explanations.

We finally have the full reasoning for Max's push with the Jeggernaut and I must saw, they are tactical, but could they truly stand against a mid Level 7 monster with just the 4 of them or as suggested my Ottar, will they run to safety? We have to wait and see in the next chapter as we will also Ouranos's reaction as well, I'm sure he wouldn't be amused.

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