The Dungeon trembled.
Something unnatural was happening on Floor 50.
In the depths of the abyss, within the writhing flesh of the Dungeon's walls, new horrors were born.
Juggernauts.
Not one. Not two.
A horde of them.
Parallel to their creation, another wave of creatures crawled forth—monsters dripping with corrosive acid, their very breath capable of melting steel and flesh alike.
For the first time in ages, the Dungeon itself was retaliating with purpose.
From a plane of existence beyond mortal comprehension, Harry observed it all.
Not his Avatar. Not the one currently braving the depths of the Dungeon.
No, this was the original—the Divine Harry Potter, the God-King, the The one true Death.
His wives shared his vision, linked through his mind.
Nestled between his legs, Yoruichi stretched lazily, her golden eyes glinting with amusement as she got comfortable.
She then promptly got up to gather milk.
A sigh echoed in the divine realm.
Kaguya, the elegant Moon Goddess, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is that horny cat at it again?"
Harry didn't respond verbally.
He simply nodded.
His focus remained on the battle unfolding below—his Avatar was struggling.
The Juggernauts were relentless.
The Acid-spewing creatures ensured that dodging was never enough—without precise movements, armor and skin alike would melt away.
Even for him, this was a challenge.
Harry clicked his tongue.
Unacceptable.
His Avatar was an extension of himself. His friends, his comrades—they were his responsibility.
With an apologetic sigh, he cut his wives out of his mind.
They pouted, of course.
But Harry had more pressing concerns.
Gathering a mere morsel of his immense divinity, he reached out across the boundary of existence and altered his Avatar's very essence.
A gift.
A new skill, woven directly into his soul, the skill to update his status without needing Hestia to drop her blood onto his back.
Avatar Harry
A warmth spread through Harry's Avatar—a surge of power, raw and untamed.
He let it flow through him.
And then—
DING!
His Level increased.
Liaris Freese—his rapid growth ability—activated at full force.
His stats skyrocketed.
The battle that had once been a desperate struggle suddenly felt… manageable.
Finn and Riveria were the only other ones completely uninjured—but even Aiz, on the brink of Level 6, had suffered some injuries.
The acid-spewing bastards had left their mark.
Almost everyone had holes in their attire.
The acid ate through armor, cloaks, and fabric alike—a fact that Bete loudly cursed as he looked down at his now partially-burnt pants.
"Oi, this is some serious bullsh—"
A volley of magic and death interrupted him.
Gran Rey Cero-Kedavra.
Fused together into a single devastating attack.
A barrage of emerald destruction rained upon the battlefield.
The Dungeon's monsters, once unrelenting, were obliterated in an instant.
Victory… But No Rewards
Finally.
The group could breathe.
Lili, still catching her breath, looked at the now-empty battlefield… and then at the lack of Magic Stones.
She froze.
"…Wait a damn second."
Her tiny hands clenched into angry fists.
"These bastards didn't drop a single Magic Stone?! Not even one?!"
She turned to Harry, her face one of pure betrayal.
"This is evil! The Dungeon is an assh'le! It didn't even let us make a profit!"
The Loki Familia stared at her outburst before Finn chuckled.
"Don't worry," he reassured. "I'll make sure you all receive a ton of money for this."
Harry, still brimming with energy, nodded. "Graciously accepted."
Finn smirked. "Would two-fifths of the total be enough?"
Harry tilted his head, then gave a slow, satisfied nod.
Deal.
With the Dungeon momentarily at peace, they sprinted back to the surface.
A record-breaking time.
Through the madness, through the exhaustion, through the chaos—Harry had never felt more alive.
As he reached the exit, something caught his eye.
A floating screen-like object beside him.
His Status.
— Level: 3—All stats averaged at about A 850
Harry grinned.
Dismissing the screen, he stepped out of the Dungeon—the last of the group.
Parting ways with Loki Familia, they confirmed the money exchange location before heading home.
Welf soon separated as well, heading back to Hephaistos' Familia.
And then—
Hestia Familia returned home.
The moment they stepped inside, Hestialaunched herself at them.
"BEEEELLLLL! HARRYYYY! LILIIIIIIIII!"
The tiny Goddess tackled them all in a fierce hug, squeezing them so tightly that Lili nearly suffocated.
After what felt like an eternity of affection, they finally settled down for dinner.
Pro-Chef Hestia made a feast, and they ate like kings.
Eventually, exhaustion took over.
Bell and Lili collapsed onto the only bed, completely drained.
And Harry?
He found himself acting as a pillow for Hestia, again.
The petite Goddess curled up on his chest, her black hair a messy tangle as she wore a silky nightgown, making herself comfortable.
From their makeshift couch-bed, the two chatted in quiet murmurs.
Soon, their voices faded.
And sleep took them.