It Is Common Sense to Use a Truck to Cross Over to Another World!

Dungeon, tenth floor.

Unlike the gloomy and cramped first floor, this place was filled with mist, a gray expanse that seemed to swallow all light and sound.

However, right in the middle of this boundless gray fog, a brilliant golden light flashed like a meteor, extinguishing as quickly as it appeared. Each flicker was accompanied by the silent collapse of a fat orc.

Kashu moved through the swarm of monsters with ease, his expression calm, even finding the leisure to look elsewhere.

Strength, endurance, dexterity, agility, and magic—these were the five parameters that most intuitively reflected growth in one's status.

Depending on one's proficiency, these were divided into ten stages, from I to S.

If an adventurer wanted to improve a specific parameter, they had to engage in training related to it.

To improve strength, one had to attack.

To improve endurance, one had to endure damage.

To improve magic, one had to cast spells.

And so on; the more frequently one performed a certain type of action, the more growth that parameter would gain.

That is the theory, at least.

Kashu spun and swung his sword, instantly slicing through two lunging orcs. He tapped his toes lightly, drifting backward to put distance between himself and the remaining monsters.

"But you small fries aren't even worth a warm-up."

Wind King's Hammer (Strike Air)!

The wind pressure coiled around his blade suddenly condensed. With the motion of his arm, it transformed into an invisible yet violent magical shockwave that erupted outward!

The sluggish orcs were like meat hitting an invisible grinder; they didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ash, swept away into the distance by the shockwave.

Kashu shook the residual magical storm from his sword and looked at the magic stones and dropped materials littering the ground, scratching his hair in annoyance.

"We have the monster-slaying and loot-dropping mechanics, but no auto-loot after combat? That is so user-unfriendly."

"Fou?"

Fou, perched on his shoulder, tilted its head.

"Yes, yes, I know this isn't a game. It just feels like a waste of time to collect materials."

Kashu bent down and began to search carefully, ensuring he didn't miss any spoils.

According to the regulations in the general manual, adventurers were not allowed to discard magic stones or dropped materials at will. If discovered, the entire Familia would be penalized.

In truth, he could understand the Guild's painstaking efforts; after all, these materials could be exchanged for money.

Even the scraps discarded by high-level adventurers could become the spark for infighting among lower-level adventurers.

After confirming multiple times that nothing was left behind, Kashu turned and headed back toward the entrance of the ninth floor.

There was no helping it; the map provided by the Guild for Level 1 adventurers only went up to the tenth floor, so his first dungeon experience had to end here.

At sunset, the plaza beneath Babel Tower was bustling and noisy.

Adventurers who had finished their day of exploration flocked to the Guild windows, exchanging magic stones and materials for clinking Valis.

"Yo, Old Bill? How did you roll back to the surface?"

"Nonsense! He must have scammed some sucker on the eighteenth floor and is heading back to base to lay low!"

"Screw you! I'm a well-known honest merchant on the eighteenth floor."

"You old geezer, you're full of it. Can 'eighteenth floor' and 'honest' even be used in the same sentence?"

Kashu stood quietly in line, listening to the surrounding adventurers recount their experiences and gains for the day, extracting useful information.

Judging by their conversation, there were shops run by adventurers on the eighteenth floor?

That was interesting.

To dare to conduct trade in a dungeon filled with monsters—could it be that some high-level adventurers were stationed there?

As for being honest?

Since the shops were on the front lines of combat, price gouging was probably the norm.

"Hm!?"

Just then, a needle-like chill suddenly crawled up Kashu's spine, as if he had been targeted by a bone-chilling beast!

He scanned his surroundings as if nothing were wrong. The crowd was bustling, but not a single gaze carried obvious malice.

Fou, which had been resting quietly on his shoulder, suddenly raised its head, its ears twitching in alert.

Its gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, shooting straight to the very top of Babel Tower.

Up there, a god who didn't know the meaning of death had set their sights on an existence that must never be touched!

A priceless wine glass slipped from a hand and shattered, the crimson liquid instantly staining the pristine white carpet.

Freya, the silver-haired goddess known throughout the world for her beauty and charm, had lost all color in her face. She stumbled backward, collapsing onto the cold floor, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

"W-what... was that just now?"

Her voice was filled with uncontrollable fear, and cold sweat trickled down her temples.

As a goddess, she possessed a pair of special eyes that could see through the surface of things to the radiance of the souls of the children in the lower world.

Just a moment ago, Freya had been selecting a child she favored as she always did, but the instant she discovered a boy whose soul was as brilliant as the stars—

What she saw in a flash was no longer a boy, but a terrifying beast capable of destroying the world.

It was merely a fleeting glimpse, yet the instinct of a god was screaming frantically!

Freya was afraid; the trembling that originated from the depths of her soul made her understand in an instant.

If she dared to lay a hand on that boy, there would be only one outcome—her fall!

Even though she possessed one of the strongest familias in Orario, and even though she was a goddess high above, she could not resist that power in the slightest.

"How cruel..."

Freya whispered bitterly, her face devoid of its usual allure, leaving only the pallor of one who had narrowly escaped death.

"To have a soul so dazzling that I have never seen its like before, yet even a god has no right to covet it?"

She took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing her palpitations, and walked to the table to press a button.

Soon, a burly boar-man with short, earthy-yellow hair strode into the room.

Ottar the Behemoth bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice.

"Lady Freya, please give your orders."

"Ottar."

There was still a trace of imperceptible trembling in Freya's voice.

"Go and investigate the information on a child. Remember, the most important point..."

"Please instruct me."

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Do not provoke any hostility from that child!"

Twilight Manor.

Kashu looked at the tightly closed door with some helplessness, wondering if that manic goddess had calmed down yet.

Knock, knock, knock—!

"Come in, kid, I didn't lock the door."

Kashu pushed the door open and entered, his mouth twitching at the sight before him.

Loki was sporting a messy, bird's-nest hairstyle, holding two bamboo sticks in her hands with a vacant look in her eyes, looking just like a patient who had just escaped from an asylum.

"Uh—is it really necessary to make yourself look like this?"

Loki gave a sudden start, raised the bamboo sticks high, and roared as if brandishing a holy sword.

"What the hell do you know, kid!"

"I am a god who descended to the lower world, sealing my powers for the sake of entertainment. With a heaven-sent opportunity like traveling to another world right in front of me, how do you expect me to stay calm!"

Kashu spread his hands helplessly and explained, tired of repeating himself.

"That's why I told you, Brilliant Journey cannot be activated at all. It's completely meaningless for you to obsess over this."

"I don't believe it!"

Loki slammed the table, making a deafening sound.

"Isn't that how you got here! You must have a way to go to another world!"

Kashu exchanged a look with Fou on his shoulder and shrugged quite brazenly.

"If you go through an explosion accident yourself, maybe you'll really have a chance to travel to another world."

Upon hearing this, Loki instantly put on an expression that said, "I've read plenty of books, don't try to fool me," and curled her lip.

"An explosion accident? Isn't traveling to another world usually done with the help of a truck?"

Kashu raised his hand to his forehead, feeling too weak to retort.

"That's purely a stereotype! Hurry up and apologize to those authors who rack their brains designing isekai plots!"

Loki snorted in disdain, tossed the bamboo sticks marked with "go" and "don't go" aside, and beckoned to Kashu with her finger.

"Enough nonsense with you, kid. Hurry up, come over, sit down, and take off your clothes! Let me take a good look at what kind of quality this otherworlder really has."