Technoblade in danmachi

Chapter 7: Into the Dungeon

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and orange as Technoblade stood outside the towering Babel, the gateway to the Dungeon. His Netherite armor, freshly forged, glimmered faintly in the daylight. The black sheen of the material exuded an aura of quiet strength, but to the untrained eye, it looked unremarkable—like a set of black iron armor, the kind any mid-tier adventurer might wear.

Technoblade didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. He didn't need unnecessary attention. What mattered was the armor's strength, not its appearance. The combination of diamond and Netherite, enhanced with runes of fire resistance and durability, made it nearly indestructible.

Hestia had come to see him off, her usual energetic demeanor tempered by concern. "Bell, are you sure you're ready for this?"

Technoblade adjusted his helmet, the familiar weight settling comfortably on his head. "I'm always ready."

Hestia frowned, puffing her cheeks. "You're too confident sometimes! Just—just don't get hurt, okay? And come back in one piece!"

He chuckled, patting her on the head. "I'll be fine. I've got the best armor in Orario, remember?"

She huffed but couldn't suppress a small smile. "Fine, but you'd better not scare me like last time!"

With that, Technoblade turned and strode into the Dungeon, his crimson cape trailing behind him.

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A Common Misjudgment

The first few floors of the Dungeon were bustling with activity. Groups of adventurers moved through the labyrinthine corridors, their laughter and chatter echoing off the stone walls. Many of them paused to glance at Technoblade as he passed, their eyes lingering on his armor.

"Hey, check out that guy's gear," one adventurer muttered to his companion.

"Looks like black iron," another said, shrugging. "Nothing special."

"Probably just a mid-tier adventurer trying to look tough," someone else added, smirking.

Technoblade ignored the comments. He wasn't here to impress anyone; he was here to test his new armor and push deeper into the Dungeon than ever before.

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The First Encounter

As he descended to the tenth floor, the air grew heavier, and the atmosphere shifted. The corridors became darker, the walls slick with moisture. The occasional sound of distant growls reminded him that he was venturing into more dangerous territory.

Technoblade soon found himself face-to-face with a pack of War Shadows—black, wolf-like creatures with glowing red eyes. They moved silently, their claws gleaming like blades.

He grinned beneath his helmet, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. "Let's see what this armor can do."

The War Shadows lunged at him in unison, their claws aiming for his chest. Technoblade didn't flinch. The claws scraped against the Netherite with a harsh screech but left no mark.

"Not bad," he muttered, his voice tinged with amusement.

With a swift motion, he swung his sword, cleaving through the first War Shadow with ease. The others hesitated for a moment, their predatory instincts warning them of the danger. But Technoblade didn't give them a chance to retreat. He moved like a storm, his strikes precise and unrelenting.

Within moments, the pack was defeated, their bodies dissolving into shimmering dust.

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A Test of Fire

As Technoblade continued deeper into the Dungeon, he encountered more formidable foes. On the twelfth floor, he came across a group of adventurers struggling against a pair of Hellhounds—fire-breathing beasts known for their devastating attacks.

The adventurers were pinned down, their weapons unable to pierce the Hellhounds' tough hides. One of the beasts opened its jaws, flames gathering in its maw.

Technoblade stepped in without hesitation. He raised his sword, deflecting the fireball with ease. The flames washed over him, but his armor absorbed the heat, leaving him unharmed.

The adventurers stared in shock. "Who is that guy?"

"He's not even flinching!"

Before they could say more, Technoblade charged at the Hellhounds. His sword, glowing faintly with a faint red rune, cut through the first beast with a single strike. The second Hellhound lunged at him, but he sidestepped and brought his blade down in a powerful arc, finishing the fight.

The adventurers approached him cautiously, their eyes wide.

"Thank you," one of them said, his voice trembling. "You saved us."

Technoblade nodded, sheathing his sword. "Be more careful next time."

As he walked away, he overheard their whispers.

"Who is he?"

"I thought his armor was just black iron, but... it's way too strong for that."

"Maybe it's enchanted?"

Technoblade smirked. Let them wonder.

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A Challenge on the Fourteenth Floor

By the time he reached the fourteenth floor, Technoblade was eager for a real challenge. The Dungeon didn't disappoint. As he entered a wide chamber, the ground trembled, and a massive Goliath emerged from the shadows.

The Goliath roared, its massive fists slamming into the ground and sending shockwaves through the room. Technoblade tightened his grip on his sword, his heart racing with anticipation.

The battle was fierce. The Goliath's attacks were relentless, each strike powerful enough to shatter stone. But Technoblade's Netherite armor held firm, absorbing the blows without faltering. He moved with precision, dodging when necessary and countering with devastating strikes.

The Goliath's roars grew more desperate as the fight wore on. Technoblade, unyielding and methodical, pressed his advantage. With one final, powerful swing, he brought the beast down, its massive form collapsing in a cloud of dust.

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A Quiet Exit

As Technoblade made his way back to the surface, he passed by several groups of adventurers. Many of them glanced at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and respect. Word of his feats had already begun to spread, though most still underestimated him due to his unassuming armor.

"Who is he?" one adventurer whispered.

"No idea, but he's strong."

Technoblade ignored the murmurs, his thoughts focused on the challenges ahead. The Dungeon was vast, and he had only scratched the surface of its mysteries.

Hestia was waiting for him at the entrance, her face lighting up with relief as she saw him.

"Bell! You're back!" she exclaimed, running to him.

Technoblade removed his helmet, offering her a small smile. "Told you I'd be fine."

Hestia sighed, crossing her arms. "You always make me worry."

"Comes with the territory," he said, shrugging.

As they walked back to the church, Technoblade couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. His Netherite armor had proven its worth, and he was ready for whatever the Dungeon threw at him next.