Julian had barely begun to dream when something soft and warm landed squarely on his chest with a muffled thump.
"Gaaaah—Lilith?!"
She was already grinning from ear to ear, pinning him down in his blanket cocoon.
"Good morning, sweet prince," she purred. "Now take me to a dungeon."
Julian blinked up at her, hair tousled, voice still a hoarse whisper. "...What?"
"I want a dungeon. Monsters. Loot. Level-ups. You. Me. Violence."
"Are you drunk?"
"Nope. Drunk on health and unspent mana."
He groaned. "Lilith, it's barely sunrise…"
"Exactly! Prime adventuring hours!" She clutched his collar. "I'm overflowing with dungeon energy. Don't waste this."
Julian groaned, blinking hard. "It's not even breakfast yet…"
She leaned forward, face inches from his. "The bloodshed has dried. The cramps are gone. My soul demands monsters."
"Go fight the broom in the kitchen."
She pouted. "Julian Elric, are you refusing to aid your adorable little sister on her heroic journey?"
He blinked again. "Lilith, I'm not even an adventurer."
She blinked. "...What?"
"I'm not registered. I've never done dungeon work. I'm a blacksmith's assistant who looks athletic."
Her mouth fell open in exaggerated betrayal. "You mean I spent my sweat, tears, and maidenhood on someone who can't even legally enter a dungeon?!"
"I—what?! That's not—!"
She flopped onto the bed beside him, face buried in a pillow. "Useless… Hot but useless…"
"Ask Ren," he muttered.
Her eyes peeked over the pillow. "Wait. Ren's registered?"
"You don't eeven remember Ren is a C-rank?"
She shot off the bed like a firework. "Perfect."
"Wait—what are you—?"
But she was already out the door, barefoot, shouting "REN\~!" down the hall.
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Elric Estate – Training Yard
Ren Elric was mid-stretch in the backyard, dressed in a loose tunic and fingerless gloves, when his instincts screamed.
He turned just in time to catch a pink-haired missile.
"Oof—!"
Lilith latched onto his waist like a backpack. "Take me to a dungeon."
Ren steadied himself and sighed. "Can you maybe try 'good morning' first next time?"
"No time. I crave EXP."
"I'm eating breakfast first."
"I'll steal your plate and scream 'molester' in town."
"You're deranged."
"Dungeon. Now."
He gave her a sideways look. "You're not even registered."
"Then take me to the guild."
He sighed like a man defeated by fate. "You're going to get me arrested one day."
They went out after hurriedly finishing breakfast.
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Windvale Adventurer's Guild – Registration Hall
The Windvale Guild wasn't large, but it was alive with movement—adventurers lounging near job boards, vendors negotiating over mana ore samples, and clerks floating glowing data-sheets through tubes.
Lilith stood in front of the registration counter, bouncing on her heels.
A guild attendant approached: a cute young boy with moonlight-silver hair and a professional look that said he'd dealt with one too many overconfident rookies.
"New applicant?" he asked, eyes moving from Lilith's eager expression to Ren's weathered posture.
"Yeah," Ren said, crossing his arms. "She's enthusiastic. And mildly insane."
Lilith beamed. "Lilith Elric. Eighteen. Fully consenting to stat registration… but…"
She leaned forward over the counter. "Can you, um, hide my class and class related skills?"
The woman raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"My skills are a little… unconventional."
Ren coughed into his fist. "You don't say."
The clerk shrugged. "We offer a privacy filter. Stats and class will show vaguely on public terminals, but detailed skillsets will remain confidential unless you're flagged for a job contract."
"Yes please."
The boy waved his hand over a crystal pedestal, summoning a pulsing orb of light.
"Place your hand here and remain still. It will scan physical stats, mana presence, and general class affinity."
Lilith placed her hand atop the orb. It glowed warmly, threads of magic wrapping around her fingers.
[Scanning...
Compatibility: High.
Magic Core Detected.
Affinity: Hybrid / Lust-based.
Class: Hidden.
Rank: Unrated.]
The orb dimmed. A metallic click echoed as a thin silver badge floated down into a tray.
The clerk handed it to her. "Congratulations. You are now a registered adventurer of the Windvale Guild. E-rank by default. Please don't die on first day."
Lilith held up the badge like a holy artifact. "It's so shiny."
Ren muttered, "Try not to trade it for snacks."
The clerk, already done with them, turned to greet the next person in line.
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Carriage Ride –
The road rolled gently under the wooden wheels, flanked by quiet trees and morning fog. Lilith leaned out the side of the covered cart, hair whipping in the breeze like a tail of pink fire.
"This is amazing. So scenic. So dungeon-worthy."
Ren sat with his boots up, eyes half-lidded. "Don't throw up when the monsters start moving."
Lilith turned. "So what dungeon are we going to?"
"Glowrock Hollow. E-rank. Good training spot."
She brightened. "Wait, isn't Whispering Hollow nearby? Can we go there instead?"
"That's a C-rank dungeon," he said flatly. "Which means I'd have to carry your corpse back out. We're not doing that.
It's full of things that set rookies on fire."
"I'm not a rookie. I have stats now!"
"You also thought rabbits couldn't kill."
She crossed her arms, sulking. "Glowrock better be cool."
Ren chuckled. "You'll be screaming at the first horned bunny."
Lilith grinned. "And stabbing it in the face."
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Glowrock Hollow – Entrance
The dungeon yawned before them—an arched cave mouth draped in moss, glowing faintly with green sigils that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air inside was cool and damp, with the earthy scent of stone and something faintly metallic.
Lilith stepped inside with wide eyes, clutching her spear like a noble heroine on a quest.
"Welcome to your first real dungeon," Ren said as he followed. "Don't touch the walls. Don't trip over moss clumps. Don't scream unless you're dying."
"I'm not a total idiot."
"You are literally the class of rookies who think 'I'm immortal.' Forgive me for keeping my expectations low."
He handed her a pouch of small glass vials. "Healing potions. Two uses each. Don't drink unless you're gushing."
Then, a basic steel-tipped spear.
"And this—so you don't end up fighting monsters with a pout and a hairpin."
Lilith spun the spear once, striking a dramatic pose.
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Zone 1 – Burrow of Thorns
The cavern opened up into a surprisingly wide field of subterranean grassland, glowing faintly from bioluminescent roots and fungi. Patches of thorny vines spread in irregular clumps. Shadows twitched between mounds of greenery.
Lilith stared in awe. "Whoa… This is beautiful."
Ren unsheathed his sword and muttered a soft spell. Flames flickered to life along the blade's edge. "Beautiful? Maybe. But this place trains rookies by mauling them with rabbits."
She blinked. "Rabbits?"
As if summoned by the word, rustling echoed through the tall grass ahead. Low, fast shadows zipped from cover to cover—blurs of white fur and twitching horns.
Lilith raised her spear confidently. "I've seen enough JRPGs to know how this works. I just charge and stab, right?"
Ren crouched low beside a rock. "I take front. Watch their movement. Use your spear to corner them or jab from range."
But Lilith had already stepped ahead, grinning. "Let's gooo!"
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The first horned rabbit burst out of the grass like a furry missile.
Lilith lunged—and missed.
"Wait—what?!"
The rabbit dodged clean under her stab, spun midair, and zipped away.
Ren casually decapitated another mid-leap. "They're faster than they look. You need timing and position."
"I didn't expect BUNNIES TO DODGE!"
More rustling. Three more broke cover.
Lilith lunged again, stabbing wildly—her spear nicked one in the shoulder, but it rolled out of range.
And then—pain.
A sharp horn rammed into the back of her thigh.
"AAAGHHH!"
She collapsed with a shriek, clutching her leg. Her eyes blurred.
I just got shanked… by a RABBIT?!
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Ding!
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[Skill Activated: Persistence of the Weak Lv.2]
➤ Pain resistance temporarily boosted.
➤ Stamina regeneration increased while injured.
➤ "You may suck at this, but you're too stubborn to die."
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Lilith gritted her teeth, grabbed a healing potion from her belt, and chugged it with one hand.
She stood—bloodied, pissed, and twitching.
"You wanna mess with ME? You fluffy bastard?!"
She spun her spear in a furious arc, eyes blazing.
I will not be disrespected by nature's cutest demonspawn.
"DIE, YOU F***ING RABBITS!"
She began stabbing wildly—rage-fueled, uncoordinated, chaotic. Rabbits scattered in every direction, but one unfortunate laggard caught her spear straight through the side. Another jumped, and she whipped her weapon sideways with a primal scream, swatting it into a bush.
Ren, perched on a rock, burst out laughing.
"Oh my gods," he wheezed, slicing down two more. "This is the greatest dungeon raid I've ever seen."
Lilith stabbed another one, panting. "I! HATE! RABBITS!"
This is my isekai power fantasy?! This is pain and rodents!
Continued...