Harry and his Wives go to Danmachi

Dinner at the Hestia Familia home had been peaceful. Laughter filled the room as Welf cracked jokes, Bell blushed at Lili's teasing, and Haruhime and Mikoto chatted excitedly. Wiene, the newly named wyvern girl, had warmed up to them quickly, her trust in Harry extending to the rest of the Familia.

Harry, as always, sat at the head of the table, smiling as he watched his newfound family enjoy themselves.

Then, it happened.

His body began to glow.

A brilliant purple aura engulfed him, his form dissolving into pure energy.

The laughter died. Forks and spoons clattered to plates.

"Harry?" Bell's voice was small and uncertain.

"Wha—what's happening!?" Haruhime cried.

"HARRY-SAMA!" Wiene screamed in terror, scrambling toward him, only for her claws to phase through the fading light.

Hestia shot to her feet, knocking over her chair. "This… this isn't right! Falna can't do this!"

And then, in a flash of divine power—

He returned.

Only now, he was changed.

Towering over them at 220cm, Harry's athletic frame radiated an overwhelming presence. His once-blue eyes were now a piercing, ethereal purple, glowing with an energy none of them could comprehend.

And he was not alone.

Behind him, six women stood, each as otherworldly as he was.

Hermione, a beautiful brunette with pale skin, intelligent eyes, and a soft, motherly aura.

Daphne, a platinum blonde with similar gentle, regal features, her presence calming yet commanding.

Fleur, another ethereal blonde, her Veela beauty enhanced to divine levels.

Tracey, the final of the quartet, her sly smirk hiding an undeniable air of wisdom and power.

Kaguya Otsutsuki, pale and powerful, her horns and blank eyes marking her as something beyond mere gods.

Yoruichi Shihōin, a dark-skinned goddess, exuding raw confidence and mischief.

The air around them hummed with power.

The room was dead silent.

"W-what… who are they!?" Lili gasped, scrambling backward.

Even Welf, usually composed, felt his hands shake as he gripped his sword instinctively.

Hestia's eyes widened in horror, then realization. "…Harry?"

He smiled, nodding.

"Yes, it's still me." His voice was deeper now, filled with something vast. Something ancient.

He spread his arms, gesturing to his wives.

"This is who I truly am. I am the Primordial God of Death."

His words sent a chill through the room.

"But," he added, his smile reassuring, "I am still your family."

They stared.

Harry continued. "The 'me' you knew was just a fragment of my true self. I had limited my power to experience this world as an Adventurer… But now I've chosen to fully embrace my nature."

He gestured to his wives. "These are my divine companions. Yoruichi, Goddess of Thunder. Kaguya, Goddess of Chakra. And Hermione, Daphne, Fleur, and Tracey are all Goddesses of Magic."

Bell gulped. "S-so… what does that mean for us?"

Harry chuckled. "It means nothing changes, Bell. I still consider you my family."

His eyes met Hestia's. "I still see you as my dear friend."

Hestia, who had been processing everything, huffed and crossed her arms.

"You know… I really should be mad that you kept this from me," she grumbled. "But I guess it makes sense. You're way too powerful for a normal Adventurer."

Then, she smirked.

"…But if you're a god, why aren't I your wife yet?"

Bell choked on air.

Lili and Welf snapped their heads toward Hestia in shock.

Haruhime turned red.

Even Wiene, who barely understood everything, tilted her head.

The divine wives all turned to Harry, amused.

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, we just got here… but sure. After we deal with this world's 'big bad' and have some fun, we'll make it official."

Hestia's eyes sparkled with victory.

The Familia?

They had no idea what just happened.

After the eventful night, where Harry's wives and Hestia had made themselves comfortable in his bed—much to the utter shock and silent acceptance of the rest of the Familia—the next morning was business as usual.

Sort of.

Harry, now fully embracing his true divine nature, spent the early morning ensuring Wiene remained hidden, casting advanced magic that completely masked her monstrous presence. It wasn't just simple illusion or concealment magic—this was something beyond Orario's comprehension, something divine.

Hestia, meanwhile, had taken a motherly role over Wiene, keeping her entertained while the others prepared for their biggest Dungeon dive yet.

Bell, Level 4.Lili and Welf, Level 3.Haruhime and Mikoto, new but talented.

And then, of course, Harry and his wives.

Their power?

Beyond anything Orario had ever known.

By the time they reached the 50th floor, it was laughable how trivial everything had been.

Bell's rapid improvement had been shocking enough. Leveling up so quickly was nearly unheard of, and yet with Harry guiding him, it was as if he were evolving with each battle.

Lili and Welf had grown stronger too, no longer struggling as much. Their teamwork was impeccable, and Haruhime's magic, though still limited in effect, gave the perfect support.

But the real absurdity?

Harry and his wives.

There was no struggle. No real challenge.

Harry alone possessed power beyond comprehension, the strength of millions of Level 10s. Even the deepest floors of the Dungeon held no real threat to him.

As for his wives?

They were monsters in their own right.

Yoruichi, flashing between monsters like lightning incarnate, each of her strikes erasing creatures from existence.

Kaguya, her chakra so dense and overwhelming that entire sections of the floor simply ceased to exist when she released her power.

Hermione, Daphne, Fleur, and Tracey, weaving spells so overpowered that what should have been dangerous enemies became nothing but ash and echoes.

By the time they reached their 50th-floor break point, not a single one of them had broken a sweat.

Bell collapsed onto a rock, panting. "This… is insane…"

Lili wiped her forehead, looking at the destruction they left in their wake. "You know, I thought we were getting strong, but now? I feel like a child swinging a wooden sword next to an army of gods…"

Welf grunted in agreement. "No kidding… what even are you people?"

Harry, completely unfazed, simply laughed and sat down. "I told you, didn't I? I'm a Primordial God of Death."

Bell looked at him, still in awe of what he'd seen. "And your wives… they're just as strong?"

Yoruichi stretched, smirking. "I mean, we can defeat him when we gang up on him in the sheets and..."

Kaguya simply gazed into the distance, as if uninterested.

Hermione chuckled. "It's a bit unfair, I suppose. We're used to fighting beings who could destroy entire worlds. Compared to them, this is… relaxing."

Relaxing.

That word sent shivers down Bell's spine.

The deepest, deadliest floors of the Dungeon…

And to them, it was relaxing.

Lili sighed, collapsing next to Bell. "I don't know if I should be relieved or terrified."

Wiene, who had been riding on Harry's back for safety, tugged on his sleeve. "Harry-sama… is this what it means to be strong?"

Harry smiled at her, patting her head. "Strength isn't about destroying everything in your way, Wiene. It's about protecting what you love."

She blinked, absorbing his words.

Then, a shift in the air.

Harry looked up. His senses tingled.

Someone was watching them.

Far above, in the divine realm, Freya gazed down at him, her silver eyes filled with deepening obsession.

Harry smirked. "Oh? So, you're interested too, huh?"

AN: I know this one might be a bit all over the place, but bear with me; the next chapters should be fine and dandy again.