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okay, Goddess! Our
Familia
just got started. Better yet, it’s on the rise! Sure, it might be difficult now, but as soon as we get past this first part, we’ll be sitting pretty! Once we get some money saved up, people will be lining up to join us!
    “Bell… You are just so…!”
    Shoosh
. She’s on her feet. Her eyes fill with hope and happiness as she gazes at me. But everything I just said, word for word, came from Eina, not me. That hurts a bit, right in the conscience.
    But my goddess is happy. That’s all that matters.
    She’s the one who took me, a country boy dreaming about a harem and whatnot who almost got crushed because of it, by the hand and encouraged me. She is very important to me.
    I want to help her any way I can.
    That was the first promise I ever made to myself. I wanted to help her when we first met, and that’s not about to change.
    “I was so lucky to meet someone like you! Now, for our future, let’s update your status!”
    “Please!”
    The goddess kicks her legs as she jumps up off the sofa. Her impossibly large boobs jiggle as she moves. I saw the bounce, yes, but I looked away. And now I’m smiling again, too. I really have to try harder to keep my eyes off her chest.
    Other gods called her “Loli Big Boobs,” making fun of her otherworldly bust. But what the heck does “Loli” mean?
    “Alrighty, off with the shirt and into bed like usual!”
    “Okay.”
    I walk toward the bed as I unhook my light adventurer’s armor and pull off my undershirt. I look over my shoulder into the full-length mirror at the end of the room.
    My topless, pale-skinned reflection with hair as white as Gramps’s looks back at me. What really stands out is a clump of black markings on the small of my back.
    All of them were engraved into my skin by Hestia. She said it’s called “Falna,” and it’s the mark of a blessing from a god or goddess.
    “Lie down, lie down.”
    I do as I’m told and crawl onto the bed.
    As soon as my stomach hits the sheets, the goddess jumps on top of me and uses my butt as her own personal chair.
    “You said earlier that you almost died today. What happened?”
    “It’s a long story, but…”
    She rubs my back as I talk. Going over the same spot once, twice, many times, she relaxes my skin.
    Ping
… The goddess pulls out a long needle.
    I look over my shoulder in time to see her prick her own finger with it. A drop of her blood falls onto my back.
    The red drop literally sends waves through my body as it sinks in.
    “You went into the deeper levels of the Dungeon… to meet girls? What strange fantasies are going through your head? There’s no way the ideal virgin you have in mind is going to be in such a dangerous place, now is there?”
    “V-virgin??? B-but anyway, it’s not like that’s what I want! I have morals! Did you know that an elf won’t even touch someone who doesn’t meet their standards?”
    “No need to get worked up. Yes, I know about the elves. But there are also groups like the Amazons. They want to have strong children so badly that women give themselves to men just because of their strength. I think you’re going to wear yourself out, that’s all.”
    “… Oh.”
    She looks down at me with an all-knowing glance after bringing that up. Meanwhile, she’s kneading the spot on my back where theblood had landed, working down slowly from the left. She changes the markings.
    These markings on my back are my status, my Falna.
    A person’s abilities rise when a god’s blood is used to write hieroglyphs on their body. Only gods have this power.
    There is also a thing called “excelia.” Simply put, excelia is experience.
    Of course, it isn’t something that can be seen or used by “children” in any way. But it tells what path an individual has walked up to that point. Gods can read a person’s history in excelia. They will know if by some miracle you slew a monster, for example. Excelia also fuels a person’s growth through a