Milkers in the Dungeon Chapter 23 (Patreon)

I walked with a hint of melancholy in my heart as I watched thousands of people walking about there lives here in this city of Orario. I was feeling rather introspective as well besides my melancholy.

'Danmachi is a world in which souls reincarnate and converge upon this city of Orario at around this particular time. Bell's past life was the Argonaut who, even without a Falna was as strong as a level seven.'

'The fact that everyone reincarnates is very explicity laid out during the Artemis event and movie where Artemis swears that she will come back to Bell when he reincarnates in another ten thousand years.'

I wasn't blind after all. Seeing Xianyun, Shenhe, and Ganyu from Genshin Impact I had literally zero doubts that they were actually the true souls of those beings with the same name. Their souls just made their way here and were reborn.

I woudn't be surprised at all if they unlocked their elemental powers when they leveled up as well or got ahold of a Grimoire. 

Another example was Acheron... Who I actually wasn't sure if she was a reincarnation at all actually. That literally could have just been literal Acheron idly wandering around as she was feeling extra conceptually lost lately.

I slowly leaned into the park bench I was relaxing in and eating my potato puffs as I people-watched, still filled with heavier thoughts.

'Oh? Some people from the Amaterasu Familia.' I mused as I saw one of their hunting squads going into a nearby potion store. And they were all very easy to recongize as their wore the crimson and gold colors of their goddess.

That and a line of Renards in fox beastkin weren't something that could be easily ignored, with their large, poofy tails swinging through the air proudly.

Still seeing the Renards who were all gifted in magic leaving my sight, I looked upwards towards the clear blue sky above my head as I murmured.

"What lies in my future now? Should I try to go to an Infant Dragon to get the excellia to level up?" I mused to myself.

I didn't expect an answer as I was mentally locked onto a cloud that was entering my view past the walls of Orario in the distance.

But then my head snapped downwards as a quiet voice spoke out sharply. "You are talking to much to yourself for one thing. But yet, go and seek your adventure in the dungeon to become stronger."

My gaze was filled with an expanse of white as a beautiful woman with sharp silver-white hair was leaning over me with her low-cut dress exposing much of her large breasts as she stared down at me with green and steel grey/silver eyes.

My mouth opened and closed as I wondered what the actual fuck Alfia was doing here and messing with me! I was just a humble level one after all!

Still, I asked slowly. "Uhm, may I help you? Why are you hanging over me?" 

Alfia's eye's closed as she just looking at me with her closed eyes for a whole couple of minutes as I tried not to just stare at those tits nearly at my face before Alfia spoke with a slow drawl.

"Hmm, you are a patch of silence. Your magic is restrained to your inner core, and even your surroundings are also kept at a much quieter level." 

She tilted her head to the side and said bluntly. "I would prefer for you to just sit there quietly. Just sit there quietly for an hour, and I will give you five hundred thousand valis."

I stared at Alfia for a good minute before I slowly nodded as even with my entire Familia going into the dungeon and killing those Minotaurs and such. We didn't make half of what Alifa was offering for me to just be a white noise machine.

'My soul and magic is 'quiet' huh. I wonder what that translates to in the view of Freya?' I mused to myself with a shrug as I went back to people-watching.

But now... I had a walking nuke sitting next to me in the form of the Silence, who was one of the strongest level fives in the world currently, as the Three Great Quests hadn't been taken care of yet.

Who apparently could sense how restricted I kept my magic to myself. Which apparently made a void of 'noise' to her?

And for a moment, a VERY brief moment, I considered making some small talk. To see if she was as sickly as she was supposed to be in canon, and likewise to check on her sister as well.

But I kept myself quiet as I knew that Alfia was a neurotic psycho. Sure, she was... Sooo hot, to say the least. But she was also as crazy as she was hot. 

And I didn't want to get hit by a solid sound wave that could hit so hard as to make me explode into a bloody mist, with shards of bone being sent everywhere.

And for a good while that was it. Alfia was very famous, so while she just sat primly on the same bench as me with her eye's closed as she just... Rested, from the looks of things. I saw a good number of people just stopping and gawking as they looked between me and Alfia.

My face twitched as several men actually sent me thumbs up from a distance while also wearing faces of sheer envy!

But time passed by as I turned off my brain to just let people pass by and as well as letting time itself pass by. I became one with the park bench.

Until Alfia, who was sitting next to me shifted, and I went stock still as her head softly landed on my shoulder, her breath deepening as she literally fell asleep on me!