Cheating

The next morning Azrael woke up with a happy smile on his face. And after taking care of his hygiene he went downstairs.

Arriving in the living room he immediately saw Mayari sitting on a chair.

"Good Morning, Goddess.", said Azrael with his smile still on the face. But when Mayari turned her face it nearly scared Azrael to oblivion.

"What...happened?", he asked. He could see deep dark bags under her eyes. Even though her skin was darker from the start it was still obvious when looking at her.

She was like a completely different person.

"Oh, you mean my appearance? Don't mind me. Since I am mainly a Moon Goddess I get like this every time when it's daytime.", she answered tiredly.

"I see..." Azrael was rather surprised to find out such quirks were even possible for Goddesses.

"So...What are you planning on going to do?", she asked again.

Azrael somehow could only smile wryly seeing her tired attitude with every sentence. Even her movements were kinda sluggish.

Was some kind of sloth Goddess? He just shook away that thought.

"Well, I do have to make up a few things so I planned to explore the dungeon for a bit."

"Straight into danger, huh...Wait...Are you planning on going like this?"

"Ehm, yeah?"

"You got to be kidding. Where are your weapons and armor?"

"Got none. Besides I like it up close and personal..." Azrael couldn't tell her that he was basically broke to get anything at all.

She on the other hand only squinted her already nearly closed eyes even more. "That drawer over there should have a knife. Take it...And when you got enough money you better equip yourself..."

'She is sharp...Can't hide anything from her...'

"I will do that, thank you."

"Just don't die a premature death.", she snorted. It was rather weird. Was she worried or was she not really giving a shit about him.

It was not like they knew each other that much and she probably only was this nice because of the old man.

Azrael sighed, git the knife out of the drawer and left the house with that tired Goddess inside.

Inspecting the knife it was rather cheap quality and nothing really stood out.

When he tried to equip it he noticed he did not have a belt or something like that to do it. Even the scabbard of the knife was without anything.

'So it's going to be like that, huh?' Azrael just nonchalantly took the knife with his tail and carried it like that.

Yes, he wrapped his tail three times around the scabbard and positioned it around his waist, always ready.

Azrael even got a little smirk after seeing his idea come to be successful.

With no words said, he proceeded on towards the entrance of the tower.

There the mass of people was increasing exponentially.

'Just how big is that dungeon that there are so many people going in and you still rarely come across each other?'

That was a rather genuine question that he wondered about. But shortly after he could see a glimpse of an answer. There were actually hundreds of entrances towards the lower level of the dungeon. If he guessed there were about 100 or something like that in numbers of doors just to go down to floor 1.

'Well, that explains a lot...No wonder you need a map.'

Azrael also had gotten himself a map of the current layout of floor 1. A sweet pink-haired clerk had given it to him.

He thought if really only women were accepted as such in the guild.

Not bothering about that much longer he entered the dungeon. Some guard by the door gave him a weird glance but didn't say anything.

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Inside the dungeon, it was rather dark and it really was like a freaking maze all around.

The first thin Azrael did was go a little bit further in and look at his cheatboy.

What was the best way to achieve what he wanted? Of course, it was the most basic thing - Godmode.

It was really a bastardly way of cheating but he didn't care. At first, he thought to change his stats but that would take too long and if he froze them they wouldn't improve even though he could make them like 9999.

And then there also could be a problem that it could affect his Exilia gain somehow and mess things up.

But what mainly kept him from doing so was his mind. Somehow he increasingly felt disgusted to cheat his stats. And even Godmode was already at his limit.

It looked like his Saiyan blood was rebelling against him cheating. So he rationalized with his own freaking new body that Godmode was at least necessary.

Like that he could still keep the thrill of fighting and improving. Well, his Zenkai could become obsolete but whatever.

And with that, the body gave way to his thoughts.

'Why do I feel like a freaking prisoner inside my own body...And I also need to find the value for my HP first and then manipulate it.', lamented Azrael inside his head.

After searching a while he finally found something that seemed like to be it. So he scanned that value and locked it in.

Breathing in and out deeply he was now staring at his dagger.

'I guess piercing my left hand somewhere should be alright...Damn, I think Mayari was kinda right with me being a damn masochist. Please don't be too bad...'

With that thought, he cut his left forearm. Wincing hard he saw blood travel down his arm. But was more important was that the value he scanned did change. Jackpot.

So he repeated this 4 more times until only the real value he needed remained. After he froze it and saved the cheated value as *Godmode*, he put the cheatboy away with a smirk.

But that smirk kinda disappeared slowly. "Urgh, this pain...and it is not stopping the bleeding...How exactly am I going to look if I get damaged too much? I should probably still be extremely cautious with my fighting."

Azrael could still tell his Godmode was everything but perfect. At least he would not die. So it was a success...kinda.