Half an hour later.
At the intersection of North Main Street and West Main Street.
In a high-end residential area that found quiet amidst the noise.
Inside a detached three-story stone residence.
"Click."
Haimer weighed the keys in his hand, looking up at the central courtyard.
Although the grayish-white outer walls bore some traces of time, they had obviously undergone meticulous restoration. Not only was there no sense of dilapidation, but they instead exuded a texture of stability and composure.
Through the black wrought-iron railings, Haimer could even see a laurel tree of some age planted in the yard, its lush branches and leaves providing a patch of cool shade.
The location was excellent.
It was not right next to the noisy main roads, yet it was only a few steps away from the bustling commercial district.
In a place like Orario where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, a house like this could be described as the rarest of scarce resources.
After all, the slightly better plots of land had long been carved up clean by those large Familias.
The best locations were all the exclusive preserves of major Familias like the [Loki Familia] and [Freya Familia]; outsiders couldn't even dream of them.
As for the next tier, they had long been occupied by those medium-sized Familias who had descended to the Lower World early on and established deep foundations.
This was class.
In Orario, real estate was not just a residence, but a symbol of a Familia's strength.
For a new God like Haimer who had just descended not long ago, under normal circumstances, being able to find a place like his previous two-story small building would already be considered exploding with luck.
But now, this house—which would absolutely cause heads to be broken in a scramble if placed on the market—had fallen into Haimer's hands so lightly.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't even need to waste a single extra sentence. All it took was for Shakti to flash her identity badge.
"This is the taste of power..."
After all, this was the [Ganesha Familia].
A behemoth possessing an S-rank evaluation, entrusted by the Guild to maintain public order for the entire city of Orario!
Just looking at their massive headquarters located in the southwest of Orario City—[I Am Ganesha]!
The maintenance fees, cleaning fees, and repair fees for that gigantic statue of Ganesha alone added up to a dizzying astronomical figure every year.
With regards to such a behemoth, Haimer naturally felt at peace spending its money. He had zero psychological burden.
After all, this big fat sheep had voluntarily delivered itself to the slaughter, even washing its neck clean and stretching it out.
If he were to be polite now, that would truly be doing a disservice to the other party's good intentions.
Even for a God, in this world, wanting to live with dignity and having a nest that belongs to oneself is a top priority.
The so-called 'home'.
For a wanderer, it is the only anchor in this chaotic world that allows one to feel their feet on the ground.
Humans have used fire since the cave-dwelling era. The bonfire lit at the entrance of the dwelling cave... that small circle of warm light encompassed not only a sense of security but also the embryonic form of a home.
Gods are the same.
Since descending to the Lower World and shedding the cloak of omniscience and omnipotence, even if their Divine Might remains, a sense of drifting will follow them like a shadow.
Only when holding that heavy key in hand, knowing that in this massive and clamorous city, there is a light burning for oneself, and a tree that is one's own scenery... only then will that feeling truly dissipate.
...
"Speaking of which, I suddenly feel that having Captain Shakti by my side really provides a full sense of security."
"Presumably, the residents of Orario think the same when they see Captain Shakti."
Having eaten their food and taken their gifts, one's mouth is soft and one's hand is short. Haimer's attitude clearly became less aggressive.
Shakti, on the other hand, bowed slightly, maintaining her ceremonial courtesy.
"It is my honor to resolve difficulties for Haimer-sama."
Her answer was watertight.
"Fine, let's cut the empty talk."
Seeing this, Haimer waved his hand. He hadn't expected to hear any interesting response from such a wooden beauty anyway.
"Since I have you as a patron paying the bill, I have to properly enjoy the fun of shopping."
"Just now, I saw that this house with the yard is completely empty inside; it doesn't even have a chair."
"Now that we have the new house, the next step is to go acquire some furniture and such."
"I can't let that group of children of mine go back to sleep on the floor, after all."
"Captain Shakti, let's go together."
With that said, Haimer turned around, took a step, and turned his head to signal her.
"Yes."
After replying, Shakti immediately followed.
...
Moments later.
The streets of Orario were as noisy as ever. But at this moment, this noise formed a marvelous vacuum around Haimer.
The two maintained that distance—neither too far nor too close, exactly five steps.
Haimer walked in front, holding the long spear, strolling leisurely.
Shakti followed behind, fully armed, her face cold and solemn.
The originally crowded mass of people ahead, upon seeing Shakti in that signature Ganesha Familia Captain's uniform, scattered to both sides instantly like a startled school of fish, automatically yielding a wide avenue.
No one dared to block the way.
Now, Haimer actually found this quite enjoyable. After all, it saved the trouble of squeezing through crowds.
As for Shakti following behind, she kept her eyes tightly fixed on Haimer's back.
"Lord of Weapons..."
"Scourge of War..."
Shakti silently recited these titles of Haimer in the Heavens within her heart.
Source of Turmoil.
Fabricator of Strife.
Father of Ten Thousand Weapons.
What kind of story was hidden behind these unsettling titles?
What exactly had Haimer done in the Heavens?
Why was it that merely descending to the Lower World, before even beginning any real activity—just by acquiring a weapon—could make Ganesha-sama face him as if confronting a formidable enemy?
This was the point Shakti was curious about.
Just like the instinct engraved in the bones of all sapient creatures.
When a person stands at the edge of a canyon, even knowing they might fall, they cannot help but want to peek at the scenery at the bottom.
Even if reason told her she should maintain a sense of awe and view the other party as a source of danger... the more dangerous and mysterious it was, the stronger the desire to explore the truth became.
...
Meanwhile.
Dungeon, 10th Floor.
Thin mist drifted here, and the hazy quality of the light made one feel as if they were amidst the morning fog. Visibility was limited. The air was damp.
There was also the sound of heavy footsteps nearby.
Thud, thud, thud.
The ground vibrated.
From a patch of gray mist, a massive silhouette walked out.
Standing over three meters tall, its muscles knotted like rock all over its body, its skin a sickly gray-brown, and wearing only a tattered piece of beast hide around its waist.
On that massive pig head, two tusks jutted outward, and its eyes flickered with a brutal, fierce light.
——Orc.
The representative monster of the 10th to 12th floors.
Famous for their thick skin and massive brute strength, for a Lv.1 party lacking heavy firepower, they were simply an insurmountable wall of flesh.
"ROAR—!!!"
The Orc let out a deafening roar, brandishing the thick leg-bone club in its hand, and charged over like an out-of-control chariot.
The momentum was terrifying.
However.
The next second.
Splutch!
Red and white splattered.
That massive head of the Orc exploded directly at the back of the skull, shattering into a pile of sludge.
The headless corpse swayed twice. Then it crashed to the ground.
Thump.
The corpse turned into black ash and dissipated, leaving behind a medium-purity Magic Stone and that pair of broken tusks.
"So dirty."
Amou Kirukiru shook her hand in disgust, flinging off the stained filth and blood.
Before, it was tearing apart Goblins and Killer Ants with her bare hands. This time it was an Orc.
"Truly monsters, huh..."
Tsubaki clicked her tongue secretly in her heart.
Moreover.
It wasn't just Amou Kirukiru. The performance of the others was also extremely potent.
Swish!
Splurt!
Onigawara Rin severed an Orc's spine with a single slash.
The rapier in Kikakujou Mary's hand pierced into another Orc's eye socket, penetrating straight through to the brain.
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