"Holy shit!"
The moment Tsuna stepped into the space, he was greeted by a chorus of identical exclamations. Everywhere he looked, adventurers were standing frozen—staring at the sky, the forest, and the massive treehouse rising in the distance. Mouths agape, eyes wide, faces full of disbelief.
"Alright, everyone calm down. Enough with the 'holy shits.'"
Tsuna turned toward the voice—it was Raul, trying to stabilize the Familia's chaotic mood. His usual spiky hair looked even wilder than normal, probably from how blown away he was himself.
Tsuna simply sat down on the grass nearby, letting Raul handle it. This was the vice-leader's job; no need for him to interfere.
And to his credit, Raul really did have some authority within the Loki Familia. Once he started speaking seriously, the adventurers gradually quieted down.
"Phew…"
Finally, peace returned. Raul let out a long breath, then stepped aside to make room for his captain.
"Captain."
"Mm. Good work, Raul."
Raul straightened his back to full attention. Finn smiled faintly, then turned to face the rest of his Familia—all of them staring at him expectantly.
"You've all seen it for yourselves," Finn began. "This is a space created by Tsuna. It was originally meant as a safe resting area inside the Dungeon, to solve the safety issue and, for the girls, hygiene problems. But the actual scale of it… far exceeds what we imagined."
He gestured toward the trees surrounding them.
"Everything here is real. This isn't an illusion. According to Loki herself, this place is essentially a small, independent world. The sky, the sun, the moon, the stars—they're all genuine. You can think of this as a miniature world providing rest, safety, water, and storage."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, but Finn's clear voice cut through them.
"I'm sure you all understand what that means. The Loki Familia is an exploration-type Familia. Even without Guild-mandated expeditions, we've always taken it upon ourselves to push deeper into the Dungeon. If not for the Great Feud three years ago, our progress never would've been interrupted."
Everyone there had lived through that chaotic period. They knew all too well that, without that war, the Familia would've continued its steady advance. But it was also during that same turmoil that Finn, Riveria, and Gareth had reached Level 6. That battle had brought both great gains—and great setbacks.
The Dungeon's irregularities, the reappearance of the Dark Faction remnants—all of it had slowed their expeditions to a crawl.
The truth was, they'd been stagnating for years. Every member here was eager for a new expedition, to push forward again.
"We all came to Orario from different places, each with our own dreams and ambitions," Finn continued. "But we share one goal: to conquer the Dungeon, reach the unknown, and fulfill the adventurer's three great commissions. Still, our progress has always been held back."
"That limitation came from both our own strength and the Dungeon's occasional 'abnormalities.' The lack of safe zones, the constant pressure of danger—even resting meant staying half-alert. Those were the tests the Dungeon put before us."
"In the past, all we could do was endure. But our supply lines were always strained, and that limited how far we could go. From today on, that changes. Starting now, the Loki Familia's method of exploration enters an entirely new era."
He paused, letting the words sink in.
"With this space, we can gather far more Magic Stones and Drop Items during expeditions, increasing our overall yield. No more wasting valis on overpriced temporary supplies from Rivira. Everyone will get more combat experience, and even if someone gets hurt, we'll have a safe place to treat them."
Eyes lit up all around him. This wasn't just about convenience—it was about their futures. Every single adventurer could see how drastically this would change their lives.
They'd all experienced those grueling expeditions firsthand—the fatigue, the forced halts, the casualties. Every obstacle Finn mentioned was something they'd suffered through. And now, suddenly, all of those problems had a solution.
A space like this didn't just ease their burdens—it completely changed the game. No more worrying about overpacking, about who could carry what, or whether they'd have to abandon supplies. No more praying for safety during a "rest."
The expedition process itself was about to become smoother, safer, and far more profitable. Monsters in the deeper floors had stronger Magic Stones and rarer Drop Items. Until now, they could only carry the most valuable ones back due to transport limits. But if everything could be stored and retrieved safely, the Familia's finances would skyrocket.
This space solved everything—rest, logistics, recovery, and income.
It didn't just boost their survival rate—it strengthened the Familia itself.
"Of course," Finn added, his tone sharpening, "something this valuable will attract attention. Other gods will definitely covet it. Which means we need to protect Tsuna—the one who created it. No leaks, no rumors, no accidents. Understood?"
"Understood!"
Everyone nodded vigorously. They all recognized how insanely powerful Tsuna's ability was. No one had expected a rookie to pull off something of this scale—but that only made it more crucial to keep it secret.
Almost in unison, their gazes drifted toward Raul. Every single one of them.
Scrutinizing. Wary.
"I'm talking to you, Raul."
"…I know," Raul muttered, his face twitching. He'd seen it coming from the moment Finn mentioned "protection." Of course he'd be the target of their suspicion. The man was infamous for his loose tongue—and he knew he had no right to argue otherwise.
He really was the Familia's biggest walking leak.