Hunted by Characters I Drew!!

Everyone watched Ais as she stood at the forefront, waiting with bated breath for victory. 

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Demi Spirit, noticing Ais's approach, quickened its magical chant. A spell that would have taken more than ten seconds to complete now required only five seconds! 

High-speed chanting! Complex casting techniques! 

Magic: Hellfire! 

The Demi Spirit unleashed its powerful magic once again, a spell that could undoubtedly turn the tide of battle. But Alexander wasn't about to let that happen. 

"Time Freeze." 

Whoosh! 

A small bullet struck the Demi Spirit Queen. This bullet, infused with the combined powers of the Time Emperor and Sakuya Izayoi time-manipulation, instantly froze its target in place. Time itself had stopped for the creature, and its chanting came to an abrupt halt. 

Taking advantage of the frozen moment, Ais glanced at Alexander. Though she didn't fully understand how the enemy had been immobilized, she knew it was thanks to him. Nodding gratefully, she surged forward, her body cutting through the air like a blade. 

Boom! 

The Demi Spirit let out an enraged roar. But no amount of rage could change its fate. The battle was already decided. 

As Ais's attack landed with devastating finality, the Demi Spirit collapsed, turning into ashes leaving a huge magic stone. 

The battle was over. 

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Exhausted and drained, everyone collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. Victory had been hard-fought, and now they were finally able to rest. 

Alexander, unscathed and calm, walked over and helped Ais to her feet. The others, noticing his flawless appearance, couldn't help but grumble. 

"Damn it! Not even a speck of dirt on you! How strong are you?" Bete exclaimed, glaring at Alexander with wide eyes. 

Alexander merely shrugged and looked up at the crumbling ceiling above them. 

"If you want to rest, let's head back. This place is about to collapse." 

Boom! 

As if on cue, the floor began to give way. The upper layer crumbled into rubble while the lower levels collapsed entirely. Even with the dungeon's self-repair mechanisms, it would take a long time to recover. 

"Fuck! Run!" 

Despite their exhaustion, everyone scrambled to their feet. But how could they outrun the collapse in their current state? 

"There's no need to run." 

Alexander's calm voice cut through the chaos. A moment later, a massive magic circle appeared, enveloping everyone. 

Space teleportation magic! 

Whoosh! 

In the blink of an eye, the light surrounding them disappeared. When the members of the Loki Familia opened their eyes, they found themselves in a familiar place. 

"This is... the base camp on the 50th floor? Are we really back?" 

Ais looked around in astonishment, barely believing what she saw. Had the battle they just endured been a dream? Only the wounds on their bodies reminded them of its reality. 

"Yes, you're back. Congratulations on your victory." 

Alexander smiled and waved his hand. A moment later, a brilliant light engulfed the group as he cast an angelic healing spell. The wounds on their bodies vanished in an instant. While their magical reserves remained depleted, their physical injuries were completely healed. 

"This… are we dreaming?" 

Bete froze, unable to believe that, in the blink of an eye, they had returned safely and that all their wounds had been healed. Even more stunned than Bete was Finn, who silently studied Alexander standing before them. 

"Alexander… are you… are you a god? A god who hasn't sealed their divine power?" 

Finally, Finn voiced the question that had been troubling him. 

Initially, Finn had thought that the strange occurrences in the dungeon were mere coincidences or perhaps the result of Ottar causing trouble. But today, he realized there was no way this was all by chance. 

The presence of Argus, in particular, stood out. Why had such a being appeared specifically on the 59th floor? Finn knew that everything on that floor was as it should be—except for Alexander. 

There could only be one explanation. 

Alexander is a God!

Alexander opened his mouth, ready to deny it, but then hesitated. He thought about the extraordinary power he now possessed, the followers he had inadvertently gained, and the divine authority he wielded. 

After a moment of reflection, Alexander sighed, straightened his posture, and addressed the group staring at him expectantly. 

"Yes, I am a god." 

At his words, everyone erupted in excitement. 

"I knew it! Alexander, you're a god! Haha! I told you, no human could be this powerful!" Bete exclaimed, visibly relieved. All this time, Alexander's strength had weighed heavily on him. But if Alexander was a god, then losing to him wasn't something to be ashamed of—it was only natural. 

"Wait… Alexander, are you really a god?" 

"But why haven't we heard of a god like you before?" 

"And isn't Orario lacking a Familia tied to Alexander's name?" 

Though most accepted Alexander's declaration, doubt began to creep in. Watching the group speculate wildly, Alexander sighed and decided to set the record straight. 

"You all believe that so easily? Come on, don't be so naive." 

The Loki Familia exchanged confused glances. 

"So… are you a god or not?" Tiona asked hesitantly. 

Alexander smiled faintly. "I'm human. I only possess the power of a god." 

He paused before continuing, his tone softening. "And just to be clear, I'm not part of the Hestia Familia."

Whoosh! 

Every head turned to Alexander in shock. 

"Not part of the Hestia Familia?" 

"That makes sense," someone murmured. "There's no way the Hestia Familia could have someone this strong." 

Tione's eyes lit up with excitement. "Then join the Loki Familia! We'll welcome you with open arms!" She beamed, already imagining Alexander fighting alongside them in the dungeon. 

But Alexander's next words crushed her dreams. 

"Impossible. Because, although I'm not from the Hestia Familia… Hestia belongs to my Familia."