GOJO POV
After the snack run and that... strange encounter with the tiny goddess, I figured it was time to get serious. I needed real answers—like how this whole dungeon thing works.
So I made my way through the winding streets of Orario and eventually found myself standing before a large building bustling with people. Adventurers of all kinds flowed in and out—some cocky, some battered, some glowing with fresh loot. Above the entrance, a sign read: Guild Headquarters.
I stepped inside, hands in my pockets, blindfold still snug across my eyes. A few heads turned. I could feel the attention immediately. Guess white hair and swagger go a long way in a city like this.
I strolled up to the front desk, where a few receptionists were stationed. One of them, a young woman with short light brown hair and glasses, caught my eye. She looked a bit nervous as I approached, though to be fair, I do have that effect on people.
"Hey there," I said casually. "Name's Gojo. I'm new in town. Heard I need to join a Familia or something before I can dive into that dungeon of yours?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. "That's... correct," she said, trying to stay professional. "All adventurers must be affiliated with a deity and receive a Falna to gain access to the Dungeon. It's the rule of Orario."
"Right, right. Rules." I smiled under my blindfold. "And what happens if someone just—oh, I don't know—ignores those rules?"
She gave me a look. A mix of confusion and mild panic.
"You'd be arrested. Or worse. The Guild is strict about unauthorized entry."
"Noted." I gave her a small wave. "Thanks for the info, Miss...?"
"Eina. Eina Tulle."
"Pleasure." I turned on my heel and walked out like I had no intention of obeying a single thing she just said.
Which, honestly, I didn't.
EINA POV
The moment he left, I finally exhaled.
Who was that guy?
I'd seen adventurers act cocky before, but this one was different. His presence… it was heavy, yet strangely light. Intimidating, but not threatening. Charming in a way that made it hard to focus.
And that aura.
Even though he is seemingly not a part of a Familia, he seems to be stronger than most adventurers.
"…Gojo," I muttered, glancing at the entry log.
Where did he come from?
And what exactly has Orario gotten itself into?
GOJO POV
The air outside the Guild felt lighter than inside. Or maybe that was just me walking out like I owned the place. Either way, I didn't get far before something caught my attention—or rather, someone.
I turned a corner and nearly collided with a flash of red and white.
Blood.
A young adventurer, probably younger than me, ran past me, clutching his chest. He was covered from head to toe with blood, as if he had taken a bath in it.
"Woah there buddy, watch where you going." I said to the boy with eyes to match his new look.
"S-Sorry." He bowed and said before he ran off.
'I wonder what happened to him?' I thought before I continued walking.
GOJO POV
I hadn't walked much farther when I saw it—the Dungeon.
It loomed at the heart of Orario, silent and imposing, like a sleeping beast just daring someone to poke it. People buzzed around the plaza leading to its massive entrance: merchants, adventurers, guards. The whole place had an undercurrent of tension… and thrill.
I was just about to take a closer look when I felt it—a presence.
No, several. Strong ones.
I turned slightly, sensing a group approaching from the side. A squad of elite adventurers, armed to the teeth and walking with the kind of quiet confidence only experience could buy.
At the front, a girl with golden hair, clad in sleek armor, walked like the air itself bent around her.
Her.
Even without cursed energy, I could feel something from her. The pressure, the composure, the stillness before a storm.
She glanced at me as they passed. Just for a moment.
Our eyes didn't meet—mine were covered, after all—but I smirked.
"Well well… someone's important," I murmured, watching her go.
Her teammates kept a loose formation around her. A brown-haired elf gave me a once-over with a suspicious frown. Another girl with a double bladed sword looked like she wanted to say something but thought better of it.
I just raised a hand lazily in greeting.
"Yo."
They didn't stop. Professionals, clearly. But Ais—the golden-haired sword princess—lingered with her gaze just half a second longer before they disappeared down the steps into the Dungeon.
I chuckled to myself.
"Guess things wont be too early afterall."
AIS POV
The wind at the Dungeon's entrance was always different.
Cool. Still. Like the world itself held its breath before we descended.
I walked ahead of the others, my eyes focused on the stone steps leading down. Another dive. Another battle.
But just before we entered, I felt it—something.
A presence. Not magic. Not divinity. Just... something else. Quiet but overwhelming, like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down into... a void.
I turned my head slightly.
There he was. A man with white hair, tall, relaxed. A blindfold covered his eyes, but he looked straight at me like he saw everything.
He raised a hand lazily, a small smile on his lips.
"Yo."
He wasn't a god. I havent seen him or heard of someone with his characteristics.
Could he be a new adventurer? With that kind of presence?
Unlikely.
I kept walking.
Riveria's voice reached me a moment later. "You noticed him too."
I gave a small nod.
"He's not normal," Lefiya muttered behind us, a touch of unease in her voice.
"No… he's not," Riveria replied, her tone unreadable.
We walked out of the Dungeon, but my mind lingered for just a moment longer.
Who was he?
And why did he feel like a storm waiting to happen?
GOJO POV
I waited until the pros were out of sight before strolling over to the Dungeon entrance. No guards tried to stop me. Maybe they figured anyone crazy enough to walk in without a Familia deserved whatever came next. Or maybe they thought I was in a Familia—there's really no way to tell unless you're a god.
Maybe Eina just said that to scare me, I thought, amused.
As I descended the stairs, the air grew heavy—charged with something primal. This place wasn't just deep underground. It was alive.
Monsters came quickly.
First, a goblin. Then two. Then a whole pack.
They rushed me with crude weapons and sharp teeth, but it was like trying to cut down the wind.
A flick of the wrist. A palm forward. Blue.
Boom.
They vanished in a blink—slammed against the wall like bugs on glass. I barely had to move.
A few minutes deeper in, and I'd already gotten the gist of it. The Dungeon spat out monsters like a vending machine with a grudge. I could spend all day in here.
I could even teleport to the next floor and explore some more.
But something tugged at me.
Not danger. Not boredom.
Comfort.
My stomach growled.
"…Potato snacks," I muttered.
Yeah. Maybe it was time to find a place to stay. Somewhere with a roof, a bed, and preferably, more of those golden, crispy rockets.
Only one person came to mind.
Tiny goddess. Big… personality.
And honestly? She didn't seem too picky about who she let into her Familia.
I turned on my heel and headed for the surface, smirking.
"Alright, Miss Big Boobs," I said aloud, hands in my pockets. "Let's make a deal."
HESTIA POV
Ugh. My back hurts.
Why do gods have to sleep on stone floors when all the rich Familia have mansions?
I flopped face-first onto my pillow—well, the one ragged cushion I had left—and groaned loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters.
"Why does nobody want to join my Familia? I'm cute! I'm fun! I cook!"
My stomach grumbled right on cue.
"…Okay, sometimes I cook."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
I blinked.
A knock? Here?
Nobody ever knocked. Not unless it was Bell… or a tax collector.
I scrambled to my feet, tripped over a crate, cursed under my breath, and ran to the door.
When I opened it, I had to look up.
He was tall, lean, with snowy white hair and a lazy grin like he already owned the place. And those eyes—wait, blindfold?
"Heya, Miss Big Boobs," he said casually, hands in his pockets. "Got room for one more?"
My jaw dropped.
"Wha—huh—EXCUSE ME?!"
"Don't worry, it's a compliment." He strolled right past me like this was his place now. "Nice spot you got. Could use a couch."
I sputtered, eyes wide. "W-Wait! Who are you?! You can't just—!"
"Gojo. Just Gojo," he said, plopping down like a cat in the sun. "I figured I'd join your Familia. You seemed chill. And your snacks? Top tier."
I blinked again.
Was this real life? A total stranger just waltzed into my crumbling home like it was a five-star inn and asked to join my Familia?!
"…Are you any good?" I asked, arms crossed, trying not to show how desperate I was.
He tilted his head.
"Let's just say the Dungeon and I had a little chat. It didn't go well. For the Dungeon."
My lips twitched.
Was I dreaming?
"Alright then," I said, placing a hand on my hip. "Gojo, welcome to the Hestia Familia."
I grinned.
Finally.
GOJO POV
After the snack run and that... strange encounter with the tiny goddess, I figured it was time to get serious. I needed real answers—like how this whole dungeon thing works.
So I made my way through the winding streets of Orario and eventually found myself standing before a large building bustling with people. Adventurers of all kinds flowed in and out—some cocky, some battered, some glowing with fresh loot. Above the entrance, a sign read: Guild Headquarters.
I stepped inside, hands in my pockets, blindfold still snug across my eyes. A few heads turned. I could feel the attention immediately. Guess white hair and swagger go a long way in a city like this.
I strolled up to the front desk, where a few receptionists were stationed. One of them, a young woman with short light brown hair and glasses, caught my eye. She looked a bit nervous as I approached, though to be fair, I do have that effect on people.
"Hey there," I said casually. "Name's Gojo. I'm new in town. Heard I need to join a Familia or something before I can dive into that dungeon of yours?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. "That's... correct," she said, trying to stay professional. "All adventurers must be affiliated with a deity and receive a Falna to gain access to the Dungeon. It's the rule of Orario."
"Right, right. Rules." I smiled under my blindfold. "And what happens if someone just—oh, I don't know—ignores those rules?"
She gave me a look. A mix of confusion and mild panic.
"You'd be arrested. Or worse. The Guild is strict about unauthorized entry."
"Noted." I gave her a small wave. "Thanks for the info, Miss...?"
"Eina. Eina Tulle."
"Pleasure." I turned on my heel and walked out like I had no intention of obeying a single thing she just said.
Which, honestly, I didn't.
EINA POV
The moment he left, I finally exhaled.
Who was that guy?
I'd seen adventurers act cocky before, but this one was different. His presence… it was heavy, yet strangely light. Intimidating, but not threatening. Charming in a way that made it hard to focus.
And that aura.
Even though he didn't appear to be part of a Familia, he seemed stronger than most adventurers I'd seen.
"...Gojo," I muttered, glancing at the entry log.
Where did he come from?
And what exactly has Orario gotten itself into?
GOJO POV
The air outside the Guild felt lighter than inside. Or maybe that was just me walking out like I owned the place. Either way, I didn't get far before something caught my attention—or rather, someone.
I turned a corner and nearly collided with a flash of red and white.
Blood.
A young adventurer, probably younger than me, ran past clutching his chest. He was covered from head to toe with blood, as if he had taken a bath in it.
"Whoa there, buddy. Watch where you're going," I said to the boy with eyes to match his new look.
"S-Sorry," he said, bowing quickly before continuing on.
'I wonder what happened to him?' I thought before continuing my stroll.
I hadn't walked much farther when I saw it—the Dungeon.
It loomed at the heart of Orario, silent and imposing, like a sleeping beast daring someone to poke it. The plaza buzzed with activity: merchants, adventurers, guards. An undercurrent of tension and thrill hummed through the air.
I was just about to take a closer look when I felt it—a presence.
No, several. Strong ones.
A squad of elite adventurers approached from the side, armed to the teeth and walking with the kind of quiet confidence only experience could buy.
At the front, a girl with golden hair, clad in sleek armor, moved like the air itself bent around her.
Her.
Even without cursed energy, I could feel something from her. Pressure. Composure. The stillness before a storm. Like a Tempest.
She glanced at me as they passed. Just for a moment.
Our eyes didn't meet—mine were covered, after all—but I smirked.
"Well well… someone's important," I murmured.
Her teammates kept a loose formation. A brown-haired elf gave me a once-over. Another girl with a double-bladed sword looked like she wanted to speak but didn't.
I raised a hand lazily.
"Yo."
They didn't stop. But Ais—the golden-haired sword princess—lingered for just a heartbeat longer before disappearing into the Dungeon.
I chuckled to myself.
"Guess things won't be too boring around here."
AIS POV
The wind at the Dungeon's entrance was always different.
Cool. Still. Like the world held its breath before we descended.
I walked ahead of the others, eyes on the stone steps. Another dive. Another battle.
But just before we entered, I felt it.
A presence. Not magic. Not divinity. Just... something else. Quiet but overwhelming, like standing at the edge of a void.
I turned my head slightly.
There he was. A tall man with white hair, relaxed posture, blindfold over his eyes.
He looked straight at me.
He raised a hand lazily, a small smile on his lips.
"Yo."
He wasn't a god. I hadn't seen or heard of anyone like him.
Could he be a new adventurer? With that kind of presence?
Unlikely.
I kept walking.
Riveria's voice came from behind. "You noticed him too."
I nodded.
"He's not normal," Lefiya muttered.
"No… he's not," Riveria agreed.
We walked into the Dungeon, but my mind lingered a moment longer.
Who was he?
And why did he feel like a storm waiting to happen?
GOJO POV
I waited until the pros were out of sight before strolling to the Dungeon entrance. No guards stopped me. Maybe they figured anyone walking in without a Familia deserved what was coming. Or maybe they thought I had one—after all, there's no way to tell unless you're a god.
'Maybe Eina just said that to scare me,' I thought, amused.
As I descended the stairs, the air grew heavy—charged with something primal. This place wasn't just underground. It was alive.
Monsters came fast.
A goblin. Then two. Then a pack.
They charged with crude weapons and sharp teeth.
A flick of the wrist. A palm forward. Blue.
Boom.
Gone. Slammed against the walls like bugs.
A few minutes deeper and I'd gotten the gist. The Dungeon pumped out monsters like a grudge-filled vending machine.
I could stay here all day.
I could teleport to a lower floor. Explore more.
But something tugged at me.
Not danger. Not boredom.
Comfort.
My stomach growled.
"…Potato snacks," I muttered.
Yeah. Time to find a place to stay. A roof. A bed. And hopefully more of those golden, crispy rockets.
Only one person came to mind.
Tiny goddess. Big… personality.
And honestly? She didn't seem too picky about who she let into her Familia.
I turned toward the surface, smirking.
"Alright, Miss Big Boobs," I said aloud. "Let's make a deal."
??? POV
What a headache.
The anomaly that entered the city a few hours ago just entered the Dungeon.
I wanted to keep track of it.
Maybe send Fels to spy?
…No.
If Fels gets caught, it might provoke it.
Sigh.
I'll just monitor that weird energy it radiates.
If it starts causing trouble…
I might have to deal with it personally.
…
Wait.
Is it joining a Familia?
Not just any Familia.
Her Familia?
Sigh.
"What a headache."