Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One: The Path to Prosperity

In Orario, on a broad avenue near the northwest main thoroughfare, stood a colossal building constructed entirely from pristine white stone.

Above its entrance hung a conspicuous sign adorned with an emblem symbolizing the familial group—a crest composed of light orbs and herbs. Beneath it were inscriptions written in the common tongue.

—Cadiante Healing Clinic.

As the name suggested, this was a shop under the jurisdiction of the **Cadiante Familial Group**.

The **Cadiante Familial Group** was a faction specializing in healing and pharmaceuticals, one of the larger medicinal enterprises in Orario.

Their activities primarily revolved around selling proprietary spiritual medicines such as Recovery Potions and Panacea (Spiritual Medicine), while also offering professional healing services and tools.

Not only did they sell high-grade Recovery Potions unavailable in other shops or familial groups, but they even provided advanced healing techniques capable of restoring lost eyesight. Almost all their services were highly praised.

However, due to pricing, their clientele was somewhat restricted, though they were widely supported by adventurers of the upper-middle class and above.

At this moment, Izay appeared at the entrance of this massive structure.

There was no other reason—he had come to buy medicine…

This time, entering the Dungeon without a certain tool-bro to act as support, Izay would have to personally handle both combat and cleanup.

The toll on his stamina was self-evident.

To prepare for any contingencies, Izay decided to purchase a few physical recovery potions.

It wasn’t that he was worried about his skills failing him; rather, he preferred to spend money for peace of mind.

Exploring the Dungeon solo felt more secure with a few Recovery Potions in his bag—just like how new players liked to carry extra health potions when tackling dungeons.

Stepping into the Healing Clinic, the expansive interior was dominated by numerous shelves stocked with items. The bustling clinic clearly enjoyed brisk business.

Upon entering, a young female member of the Cadiante Familial Group noticed Izay and quickly approached him.

“Welcome to the Cadiante Healing Clinic! Is there anything we can assist you with?”

Though a major faction in the healing domain, Izay knew that the entire prosperity of the Cadiante Familial Group seemed to be upheld by a single battlefield saintess.

That might sound disrespectful, but it was the truth.

Despite having many members under her banner, very few could shoulder significant responsibilities.

Whether in combat or healing, their capabilities were limited.

Like the human girl standing before Izay now, she was merely able to help run the shop as part of the Cadiante Familial Group.

“I’d like to purchase some Recovery Potions.”

While his thoughts churned internally, Izay maintained composure and politely stated his purpose.

“Purchasing Recovery Potions, correct? This way please…”

Hearing Izay’s reply, the girl nodded and led the way.

The interior of the Cadiante Healing Clinic was vast, divided into sections for pharmaceutical sales, patient treatment rooms, waiting areas, and more—it was essentially an otherworldly version of a hospital, with detailed facilities.

And when it came to pricing, it fully embodied the essence of a hospital.

Recovery Potions primarily restored stamina, healed bodily injuries and wounds, and stopped bleeding.

A regular Recovery Potion cost one thousand Valis.

High-grade Recovery Potions were priced at ten thousand Valis each.

Mental Recovery Potions ranged from five thousand Valis for the low-grade version to twenty thousand Valis for the high-grade variant.

These prices… weren’t something ordinary adventurers could afford.

Taking his balance into account, Izay purchased three High-grade Recovery Potions, depleting yesterday’s earnings.

He didn’t feel much regret, after all, wasn’t earning money meant for personal consumption?

Izay remained pragmatic about this.

Placing the Recovery Potions in designated slots within his backpack reserved for such items, he shouldered his gear and made his way to the first basement level of Babel Tower, descending into the Dungeon via the spiral corridor.

……

The first few floors were places Izay had traversed before, making this exploration significantly easier than the first time.

With no intention of wasting time on these initial levels, Izay followed the directional routes marked on each floor and moved swiftly forward.

“Chirp chirp… Gahh!!!”

In the spacious floors formed by narrow passages intersecting to create orderly square structures, hostile roars echoed loudly.

In the next instant, a sharp glint of cold steel flashed!

Izay thrust his spear with precision, grazing the monster briefly before retreating, executing the move with the grace of a dragonfly skimming water.

The spinning spear blade wove a curtain of silver light, swiftly dispatching another batch of monsters in mere moments.

After performing a habitual flourish with his spear, Izay stood still, gazing at the scattered Magic Stones on the ground with a complex sigh.

“Sigh… Cleaning up battlefields is such a hassle…”

Bending down diligently to collect the Magic Stones, Izay suddenly began to miss Raul.

What a great tool-bro he was… Always willing to work hard and easy to get along with too.

Ah…

Perhaps about an hour had passed? He estimated he had passed through five floor entrances, meaning he was currently on the sixth floor.

Izay judged so.

Earlier, he had encountered the pitch-black humanoid monsters known as **Battle Shadows**, confirming his location.

Battle Shadows were monsters exclusive to the sixth floor, notorious alongside Murder Ants as “newbie killers.” Possessing pure combat prowess, they were unmatched among sixth-floor monsters.

Fighting multiple ones at once, even Izay struggled to keep up.

But that was in a straightforward melee scenario.

Tiring of being overwhelmed, Izay simply chose to fight them with a shield.

A single rock pillar crushed two, then he donned his shield for round two, spearing several more during the melee.

Under Izay’s unconventional fighting style, the Battle Shadows ultimately met their demise.

Continuing his relentless advance, he diligently collected Magic Stones and dropped items along the way.

Incidentally, Izay had excellent luck.

Although his profession was that of a spearman, he hadn’t inherited the traditional bad luck associated with it.

He himself had just realized this.

Previously, he hadn’t paid much attention, but the continuous appearance of dropped items during Dungeon exploration confirmed his good fortune.

Items that others only occasionally obtained were practically mass-produced for Izay.

Every floor yielded two or three, sometimes even four or five sets.

Unconsciously, another section of his backpack had been filled.

“Maybe I can get rich by collecting dropped items?”

For some reason, Izay had this thought.

Dropped items from the upper layers usually fetched several thousand Valis per set, sometimes exceeding ten thousand Valis.

But what about the middle layers?

Or the deeper layers?

Rare items from the depths, worth millions at the lowest and potentially hundreds of millions at the highest, were no joke.

When his level increased in the future, this seemed like a pretty good path to prosperity.

Carrying this pleasant daydream of the future, Izay entered the eighth floor.