A few weeks later, the Goddess Festival is very near, and so Syr decided to make her move on Bell. She wrote him a letter and let it be delivered right to Harth Manor's doorstep. Bell was the first one to open the door and check for mail and brought in said letter, addressed to him and written by Syr, the girl he had been crushing on as of some time now.
Dear Bell,
I liked you from the moment I saw you, and so I wanted to ask you whether or not you'd consider joining me in the festival. Please respond quickly; I hope it's a date.
PS: Congrats on leveling up to 5, my first-class adventurer!!!
Having read this aloud, Harry's wives and Hestia Familia girls were awed and cooed at how cute it was. Bell himself was touched; she made the first step, and as a man, he would agree; so firm was his belief that he didn't even waste a second asking for a piece of parchment along with writing utensils.
"There you go, Bell. Now go ahead and woo her also," came Harry's encouragement. The said God went on to ponder the implications of Syr's letter.
Knowing Syr was actually Freya and how the said goddess ticked meant she finally decided to make a move; this means things might get interesting in this city once again.
"Bell, once you're ready, you'll gear up for a nice and tough dive into the dungeon. You and the rest of Hestia Familia will go down to the 50s and try fighting flawlessly, but Solo, when this happens, you will then advance to the 60s and try teamworking. My wives will go along with you and help, understand?"
"Yeah!"
With that being said, Bell wrote his response and sent it back to Folkvangr, Freya Familia's estate.
The moment he was done, he geared up and blitzed through Orario and into the Dungeon, quickly catching up with his Familia and seamlessly integrating into their well-oiled teamwork as they paved their way to Floor 50 to take a break and, after that, resume their training.
As for Harry, once they all reached floor 50, he continued and increased his tempo. He had been using his autonomous status update skill to constantly evolve his Falna; it fascinated him like nothing else, and the discoveries he had made with it in the little amount of time his avatar or he himself carried that blessing of Hestia intrigued him to no end.
The Falna was imbuing its bearer with divinity; the higher the level, the more godly you were becoming. This means that Harry, with his blessing at the cusp of Lv 8 with his stats all being at X1999, could feel it; even if his own is so much more powerful and dwarfs Hestia's divinity by sheer amount and density, it was present. This meant that Falna was used to turn mortals into gods and goddesses, but nobody had reached an adequate level quite yet.
Leaving this train of thought, his mind refocused on the dungeon, floors 80-90 to be exact. This seemed like some sort of floor group, which all collectively was themed like hell, quite similar to the one he had seen when he was back in his original world with Hades, trying to erase his and his wives' names out of the Book of Death, a successful endeavor for sure.
The whole area was fire and brimstone and a whole lot of red; it was nostalgic, so he grinned and let himself warp to a huge cluster of low-level demonic beasts. It was a slaughter if one could say anything about this picture of war, destruction, and death; it was art.
Once again, Harry felt it; it was Liaris Freese reacting with his desires and emotions. He was a supreme god, the one true Death, with a Falna, an unpatchable bug in the system, making it have no chance but to follow his whims.
It pulsed with immense power, and the dungeon vibrated as it felt the divine presence, sending many powerful monsters to try and flush Harry out, but what was happening to Harry?
A simple yet stupid answer: He had just received all possible skills in the world; there were so many that he just categorized them into three big categories and used split his mind into a few more thought processes to keep an eye on these three categories: attacking skills, defensive skills, and support/healing skills. (AN: just imagine all skills there. I am to lazy to write them all there; I know how many they are.)
Once he had leveled up to 8 and rushed that one up to 9, maxing his status always, he felt good; his divine self felt like lv 10 would mean ascension to Godhood all over again, but this time he'd get a different divinity; he kinda wanted it. It's like when you are OP in a game and you gain a cool ability, and your resources are enough to level it to max immediately.
Having had his fun, he goes back up since he could feel how bored his Familia got; they decided to fight solo in the 60s too.
Back on the surface, they were greeted by Hedin, a noble-looking elf from the Freya Familia, an Lv6 adventurer. He wanted to take Bell and train him to treat a girl like Syr, like a goddess, if only Bell knew. Harry, being overprotective, denied it unless Hedin would come back with Ottar and let them train together.
The elf nodded and said that he would return swiftly with their answer; for now, he wished them a safe return home and a nice evening. He truly was pleasant, or Harry was just a bit too powerful along with his wives.
Back in Hearth Manor, they ate and chatted for a while, after which Harry and his wives went to take a bath together, where a serious discussion was held.
"So let me get this straight: You, Harry, I got too much stamina in Bed Potter, might have found a solution for that, a way to finally best you in bed?!" Hermione's voice echoed in the steamy room as she stared at her husband, her action mirrored by the remaining 5 wives.
"Exactly, well, probably."
"Let's hear it then," Yoruichi purred into Harry's ear as she washed his back carefully.
"Well, if the numbers aren't enough and your divine skills won't bring me down anymore, why not just increase the numbers?"
"So, you mean to say, there are more Women you will recruit into your harem?" Fleur's teasing voice was heard in the bathroom as she raised a brow in mild intrigue.
"Some have caught my eye recently in this world: Loki is a cute redhead with a nice butt, Ais has quite the generous figure and is a half-spirit, and Riveria is a magical genius quite like you four and has a nice body too," Harry said while pointing out the former witches-now goddesses. "Then there's Hestia; you know about her already. Hephaistos might be one to consider also, and there's another elven beauty, Ryuu Lion, the cute maid from the Hostess of Fertility."
A moment of silence, and then they giggled as they gave him their approval under one condition: he would have to manage to bring them on a date to that festival all at once and give them his full attention, and Harry had one solution for that: clones.