Is It Wrong to be Picked Up by a Girl Outside Dungeon?

T/N: Try my new translate "Daily Life Chuunibyou Saving The Worlds"

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After a short stroll around the area, Ronen and Meteria decided not to continue wandering. Her body was still too frail—even that little bit of walking had left her exhausted.

But it wasn't just about her.

Ronen, too, had things to think about. The future loomed large and uncertain. So, without hesitation, he brought Meteria back to the church.

"You must be tired. Rest for a while."

Ronen dampened a soft towel and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The time they spent together today had made them even closer. Meteria didn't shy away from the intimacy—in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Her expression was sweet and serene, her delicate face glowing with a quiet happiness.

"Here, drink some water."

He poured her a cup and handed it over with a soft smile. "You worked really hard today."

"If I worked so hard…" Meteria looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, her voice playful, "…don't I deserve a reward?"

Her tone was light, but the look in her eyes was genuine. There was no seduction in her gaze—only purity and an adorable honesty that tugged at the heart.

There's a saying: We're drawn to cute things because we're born nurturers.

That instinct stirred something deep within Ronen.

And he had no intention of resisting it.

Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

The motion was so sudden, Meteria froze in place, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red.

"That's your reward," Ronen teased with a grin, then softly patted her head.

"Mmm… feels more like your reward," she pouted, adorably flustered.

Ronen chuckled quietly.

He understood her well now. Despite her inexperience with the world, she didn't shy away from affection—especially not from him. Moments like this, small but meaningful, helped their bond grow quickly and naturally.

A kiss on the forehead—it was the most gentlemanly kind of kiss. Reserved, respectful, filled with unspoken affection. It expressed tenderness without being abrupt, showed care without demanding anything in return.

It was a test… and she passed it.

Meteria hadn't gotten angry. Instead, she was simply shy—soft, flustered, but happy.

Their relationship had quietly shifted in that moment.

"It's a reward for both of us," Ronen whispered with a smile.

"Such a sneaky answer…" Meteria giggled, clearly delighted.

She was the kind of girl who appeared gentle and fragile on the outside, but deep down, she was resilient. Cheerful, open-hearted, and unafraid of life's twists.

From that first spark of curiosity, to their shared language lessons, to moments of closeness like this—everything had drawn them together. And though she blushed easily at Ronen's bolder moves, she never pushed him away.

Their feelings were growing quickly.

After a bit of rest, they resumed their lessons. But this time, they set aside the basic textbooks.

Instead, they began reading tales of heroes.

As they moved through the stories, Ronen practiced reading and speaking, while Meteria guided him with care and patience.

"Today's lesson," she began, "is the tale of the world's first heroine. With the help of her companions, she saved her country from monsters and defied fate. A true epic."

"A heroine?" Ronen blinked.

"Yes," Meteria nodded warmly. "A female hero from Argos. She brought hope and rebirth to mankind, and ushered in the Age of Heroes."

Her voice turned soft, as if recounting something sacred.

"That was a time of despair—and a time of miracles. Now that the gods have descended, we've entered the Second Age: the Era of Familia Myths."

Ronen wasn't sure how to respond.

He couldn't help but think of Bell Cranel from the DanMachi series… who, unlike Kirito, couldn't save his beloved goddess. Bell was gentle to a fault—sometimes to his own detriment.

Still, Ronen noticed how deeply Meteria loved this particular tale.

In some strange way, she seemed to resonate with that heroine.

But Ronen's presence had already disrupted the flow of fate. The future would no longer follow the path it once had.

As they read, time slipped by. Before they knew it, night had fallen.

Lying in bed, Ronen whispered to himself, "Knowing the plot does help me feel a little safer… but this is still serious."

Fifteen years before the main story began, the Zeus and Hera Familias launched an assault on the One-Eyed Black Dragon.

And were utterly annihilated.

The loss of the two strongest forces in the world plunged Orario into chaos for nearly a decade. With them went the hope of the Lower World. Even though Loki and Freya's Familias stepped up afterward, the damage had been done.

Despair had already spread.

For Meteria… for the world… Ronen knew he had to do something.

But what could he even say?

Even if he warned them, would the two great Familias believe him?

In this world, mortals couldn't lie to gods. It was a rule born of the hierarchy between divine and mortal existence.

So if he told them the truth… they would believe him.

But would they listen?

With their momentum—first defeating Behemoth, then Leviathan—they were riding high on confidence. His warnings might be heard… and then promptly ignored.

And Ronen knew for a fact: their battle with the Black Dragon would be a disaster. No matter how careful they were, it would change nothing.

That fight was a massacre waiting to happen.

Still, the current moment was safe.

The Leviathan had yet to fall. The final blow, according to the original story, would be delivered by Alfia—Meteria's sister.

They weren't at that part of the timeline yet.

As such, the battle with the Black Dragon was still far off.

For now… Ronen turned his attention to something else entirely.

Power.

If he wanted to survive—and protect Meteria—he needed strength.

In this world, strength came from Falna, or divine blessings, granted by the gods themselves. These blessings awakened human potential and expanded the limits of the mortal body.

Once blessed, a person gained five core stats:

Strength

Endurance

Agility

Dexterity

Magic

Strength increased offensive power.

Endurance improved defense and stamina.

Agility determined movement speed.

Dexterity governed reflexes and precision.

Magic was a measure of one's mind—the power to alter reality.

Through battle and adventure—or other remarkable feats—one earned Excelia, the experience needed to grow and eventually level up.

But this wasn't like traditional RPGs.

To grow stronger, one had to train.

Throw punches to gain strength.

Endure wounds to build toughness.

Run at full speed to increase agility.

Use magic to deepen one's mana.

Once a stat reached D-rank (between 500–599), and enough Excelia was gained, a level-up would become possible.

And Excelia could come from more than just combat.

Leadership. Medicine. Fame.

Anything that could impress even the gods themselves could become a "great deed."

Take Lefiya Viridis, for example—the Thousand Elf. She once leveled up just by writing a thesis in the academy.

So really, growth wasn't difficult.

If you found the right path, anything was possible.

But Ronen… wasn't ready to become a god's follower.

Not yet.

Because in this world, joining a Familia didn't just mean power.

It meant belonging to that god.

It meant giving up a piece of your freedom.

And Ronen… wasn't ready to kneel.

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