The sunlight peeked through the curtains with soft warmth, gilding the wooden floor in golden tones. Lilith stirred slowly beneath the bedsheets, stretching like a lazy cat. Her limbs ached deliciously, a sweet reminder of last night's 'training session.'
She sat up, letting the covers slide down, and yawned.
"Okay… body's intact, brain's intact, and dignity is… probably dead. But worth it."
She stood, shuffled toward her wardrobe, and pulled out her newest outfit: a fluffy, fur-lined coat dyed crimson with ember-stitched cuffs, matching thick pants, and a ridiculous pom-pom hat with protective runes sewn into the inside.
"Combat-ready and cozy. Eat your heart out, fantasy fashion."
After a quick bath and change, she headed downstairs, fluffy boots muffling her steps. She entered the dining room with a confident smile and a bounce in her step.
Five heads turned. Five sets of eyes widened.
Luca dropped his spoon.
"Big sis…" he said, awed. "You look like a battle bear!"
Ren nearly choked on his toast. "Is this… dungeon armor or a snow festival cosplay?"
Julian raised one brow, unimpressed. "You're going to pass out from heat exhaustion before the monsters get you."
Thorne, chewing slowly, didn't even blink. "You kids and your fur coats. Back in my day, we wrestled fire bears shirtless and healed with salt."
Even Father Elric—no, Gareth—took a long sip of his tea and murmured, "At least it's better than leather lingerie. Proceed."
Lilith sat down primly. "Mock me all you want. This outfit is heat-resistant, mana-insulated, and adorable. I am 100% fluff-coded and proud."
Ren leaned on his elbow. "You're glowing again, you know."
Julian coughed into his cup. "That's the afterglow of improper cardio last night."
Lilith's face flushed. "I hate all of you."
Luca tilted his head. "Wait… does this mean you and Ren—"
"Eat your food!" Lilith shouted.
Later – Outside the Elric Estate
Ren stood waiting near the gate, sword strapped to his back, brows raised as Lilith approached in full fluffy glory.
"You're really committing to the snow bunny aesthetic, huh?"
She twirled. "Warm. Durable. And cute. Triple threat."
"Try not to get set on fire."
"That's what you're for, backup flamethrower."
They boarded a carriage again, this time greeted by the familiar driver who didn't even blink at Lilith's new look. Apparently, Windvale was quick to adapt.
"Glowrock Hollow again?" she asked.
"Yep," Ren said. "Zone two this time."
The carriage rattled to life, wheels crunching gravel as they rode toward the molten heart of the dungeon.
Lilith leaned back, fingers drumming excitedly on her knees.
Time to test out Battle Instinct, new stats, and Fluffy Coat of Protection. Let's kick some flaming bat ass.
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The teasing from breakfast still echoed in Lilith's ears as she sat in the carriage with her arms crossed and her chin buried in a thick fur collar.
Julian had said, "Didn't know dungeon training required bed exercises first."
Grandpa Thorne added, "Kid's got more stamina in bed than in combat. That's some strategic stat distribution."
Even Father Elric—I mean Gareth Elric—had said with that stoic face of his, "If the coat gets ruined today, try not to blame Ren again."
She sank deeper into the wool-lined seat.
Next time I level up, I'm putting points in mental defense.
The wheels of the carriage creaked as it rolled along the dirt road, kicking up puffs of dust and the occasional startled squirrel. The view was scenic—fields of morningflowers, distant groves—but Lilith didn't appreciate any of it.
Because she was bored out of her mind.
"I hate this ride," she groaned for the fifth time. "Who designs dungeons two hours away from civilization? What happened to tutorial zones behind your house?"
Ren, sitting across from her and chewing on a mana bar, didn't look up. "Dungeons don't spawn based on convenience."
"They should," she muttered.
Lilith shifted, adjusting her gear. She now wore her freshly bought fluffy dungeon gear—a high-collared fur-lined coat, snug wool-padded pants, reinforced boots, and a hood with bunny ears she swore wasn't intentional.
It wasn't very sexy, but it was cozy and surprisingly durable.
Practicality over cleavage. That's character growth, right?
Ren finally glanced at her outfit, then smirked. "You look like a fashionable snowball."
"I look like comfort," she corrected. "And I'm not getting stabbed by bunnies again."
"That coat won't save you from bats," he said, flicking a thumb toward the looming dark hills in the distance. "Zone two's different. Trickier terrain. Air's warmer. And flying enemies."
"Flying?"
"Cinder Bats."
Lilith groaned louder. "Of course. Nothing says low-level training like airborne fire hazards."
"Just stay close, watch your footing, and don't scream if one licks your hair."
"That happened to someone?"
"To me. Last year. My bangs were crispy for a week."
She paused, then snickered. "Ren. The Fire-Fried."
"Say that again and I'm leaving you in the muck tunnels tomorrow."
Glowrock Hollow – Re-entry
By the time they arrived at the entrance, the sunlight had grown harsher and the moss-framed mouth of the dungeon looked darker by contrast.
Ren helped Lilith off the carriage as she stretched her legs and popped her back.
"I swear, sitting for two hours should count as a dungeon hazard."
"You'll miss that bench when we're dodging bats."
They entered without fanfare, descending through familiar passages from Zone 1—now eerily quiet, save for faint rustles in the distant grass.
The slain rabbits had been cleared by guild sweepers. A few moss patches bore burn marks from Ren's magic the day before.
Lilith's grip tightened on her spear as they approached the narrow tunnel that led to the next zone.
"Alright," Ren said. "You've killed bunnies, skinned them, got stabbed, got stronger. Ready for your first flying menace?"
She smirked. "I got a level, new stats, fluffy armor, and pent-up aggression. Bring it."
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Zone 2: Molten Nook
The cave deepened, the air growing drier, shimmering with waves of rising heat.
Lilith followed Ren along a narrow path overlooking a wider ledge. Jagged rock formations created blind spots. Her fluffy gear clung to her skin with sweat, and her boots scuffed on coarse volcanic gravel.
This zone is a damn oven... Who designed this? Satan?
She wiped her forehead, then froze—ears twitching.
Screee—!
A Cinder Bat dove from above, screeching as it spiraled toward her. She readied her spear and jabbed, but missed. The bat twisted mid-air and spat a burst of ember sparks toward her.
Lilith rolled aside—just in time to see the sparks ignite a patch of mossy stone, which hissed and burned away.
"Did they just… set the floor on fire?"
Ren shouted from behind a boulder. "Their spit triggers small combustion reactions! Don't stand still!"
She didn't. Two more came from behind. One brushed her back with its claws—she gasped, whirling, trying to track them.
They were faster than rabbits—but lighter, fragile. One mistimed its dive and grazed her spear shaft—she caught it on the rebound and stabbed it down.
[+10 XP – Cinder Bat Slain]
"Lilith!" Ren called out, blocking two bats with wide flaming arcs. "You need to learn their pattern—they always fake a dive before they spit!"
"Thanks! Would've been helpful before I got scratched!"
"You're the one who wanted to fight flying fire demons!"
Okay. Focus. Pattern recognition. This is like a Dark Souls boss... but in flapping gremlin form.
Lilith crouched behind a rock. Her eyes scanned the bats weaving above.
One swooped high—then dipped low—then faked a charge. It spat embers right as it pulled up.
She lunged, preemptively stabbing just after the fake charge—
Her spear struck true.
Squelch. The bat shrieked and tumbled into the rocks.
Got you! They delay-spit! Dodge left, count three, jab mid-rise!
She stood, more confident now.
"Ren! I got the timing!"
"Then stop talking and start skewering!"
Another bat flew low. Lilith faked a dodge, spun her spear one-handed, and clipped its wing. It crashed—dazed—and she crushed it with a clean thrust.
But then—one came from behind.
She heard it a second too late. Claws raked her back—nothing fatal, but painful. She screamed, turning and swiping wildly, but missed.
"Damn it!" She stumbled back.
"Breathe!" Ren barked. "You're panicking."
Lilith grit her teeth. She grabbed a small healing potion, popped the cork, and drank—then growled under her breath.
I didn't come this far to get clowned by fire bats.
More bats circled. Four remained.
Speed: 23. Perception: Improved. I've got the rhythm now. Don't brute force—outsmart them.
She scanned again. That one with the longer tail vein—it always dived from the left.
As it shrieked and came in again, Lilith twisted, letting it pass her by, then spun in place and caught it on the backswing—straight through the belly.
[+10 XP – Cinder Bat slain]
Three left.
Ren slashed one cleanly out of the sky—but two came for Lilith.
She faced them down.
They'll try to feint—left-right. I'll bait the left one—then nail the right one when it breaks formation.
It played out almost exactly.
The left bat pulled away at the last second.
The right dove, shrieking.
Lilith lunged at a steep angle, her body twisting like she'd trained a hundred times.
The spear tore through its neck—clean kill.
[+10 XP]
[XP: 200 / 200]
🎉 Level Up! You are now Level 3.
+10 SP Gained
The final bat—spooked—veered off.
Before Lilith could chase it, Ren sent a small flame arc its way.
Crack. The bat ignited mid-air and vanished in smoke.
They stood in silence, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the soft bubbling of lava from a nearby crack.
Lilith leaned on her spear, grinning.
"That," she panted, "was the worst thing ever. But also... so satisfying."
Ren smiled, clearly impressed. "You adapted fast. Didn't think you'd catch the spit feint that quickly."
She brushed sweaty hair from her face. "I'm learning. Just... don't expect me to look this heroic when the next wave comes."
Ren reached into his pouch and tossed her a cold mana-infused cloth. "Wipe off. We'll rest here. Roostmother's chamber isn't far."
Continued...
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