Raising Hel, in Danmachi.

[AHHGKS]

Hel should eventually tell her Familia that she's Norse and they should be glad of that. Instead of being say a /Greek/ god. Though Tanya and Taylor are probably the only ones that would understand the implications at the moment.

tftc!

 

[Dissimilate]

*evul cackles*.... yessssss yessssSSS!!!! MuahHAHAHAHAhahaahahaaa time to unleash the Tanya on Orario and time to let the world understand the true greatness of grid square artillery saturation!!!!!! Thanks for the chapter!!!!!

 

[Diver]

Tanya's just following her Japanese roots and has found in Taylor both an Idol and a Senpai she wants to notice her… mostly because she too wants to be a god slayer but it still counts. I can't wait to see the meeting between them.

 

[Common]

Taylor sat back against a smooth granite outcrop, casually resting her chin on her hand as she watched Lisa fight for her life against a swarm of oversized dungeon ants.


They were making their way back up to the surface after spending a night on the safety of the 18th floor. The primary objective of the trip was simple: grind out enough excelia to get Lisa closer to leveling up. And since Taylor could effortlessly commandeer the minds of the local arthropods, using the dungeon ants as tailored training dummies was a total no-brainer. Guaranteed, controlled safety—or at least, that was how Lisa had pitched the idea before she was ankle-deep in snapping mandibles.


"Another body has appeared next to our goddess in her bed," Taylor announced offhandedly, her dark eyes tracking the movements of her six-legged puppets. "It appears we are getting a new Familia member."


"You know it's cool your range grew by a decent amount when you leveled up, dear, but it's creepy as hell how you can ju—" Lisa yelped as an ant lightly bit her tail, sending her leaping forward and spinning around to drive her blade straight through the creature's head.


The ant dissolved into dark gray ash, leaving behind a purple magic stone that clattered against the stone floor.


Lisa clutched her tail defensively to her chest, her fox ears pinned flat against her skull as she glared up at Taylor. Sweat slicked her forehead, her chest heaving as she panted.


"—how you can just spy on everyone at the manor from miles away! DON'T DO THAT AGAIN! Although it was harmless because you have complete control, those mandibles can remove limbs, Taylor—and you love my tail!"


Taylor didn't even blink. "I do," she admitted smoothly, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Which is precisely why I commanded it to apply the bare minimum pressure required to keep your footwork sharp. You dropped your guard the moment I mentioned Hel's bed."

"Because you casually announced our Goddess is spooning a new dimension-hopper while I'm actively getting pinched by giant bugs!" Lisa shot back, smoothing down the ruffled fur on her tail with exaggerated care. She pointed her short sword accusingly at Taylor's perch on the rock. "And don't deflect! You were definitely using your swarm to peek at everyone in the city."

"Our Goddess wishes to know what our potential enemies are up to," Taylor replied mildly, her expression utterly calm as she leaned against the cool granite. "It's how we caught Ishtar with her proverbial pants down, its how I was able to use that shadow stalker poser to lead Loki around and eliminate most the crime in the city."

Lisa opened her mouth to argue, then paused, letting out a sharp, conceding puff of air as she sheathed her blade. "Okay, fair point, but that doesn't excuse using my tail as a motivational tool!"

"It produced immediate results," Taylor noted offhandedly.

Lisa let out a frustrated, high-pitched scream, unsheathing her blade in a flash and hurling herself back into the fray, hacking through the surrounding ants with newfound, furious intensity.

===========

Weiss sat at her workbench, meticulously grinding a high-grade purple magic stone into a fine powder. She blew a stray strand of white hair out of her face, watching the shimmering dust settle inside her mortar.


She really needed to go back into the dungeon to test her limits, but every time she prepared an expedition, another practical breakthrough kept her glued to the workshop.


The monster crystals were absurd. They were essentially the ultimate universal solvent for Dust—a pristine, magic-conductive sponge. Nearly everything she had spent her entire life learning back in Atlas applied seamlessly here, except with ten times the efficiency.


Dust casting? Effortless.


Ammunition loads for weapon mechanisms? Flawless.


All it took was crushing a raw dungeon crystal and mixing it with a base sample of Dust. Boom—the crystal's latent mana bonded with the element, permanently duplicating the Dust without any degradation whatsoever. Gravity, Fire, Lightning, Ice, Earth—the magic stones assimilated every single property, functioning as an infinite multiplier for her personal stockpile.


Weiss picked up a small glass vial filled with the newly refined Ice Dust mixture, holding it up to the lamplight. The cold blue glow reflected off her ice-blue eyes with a quiet, triumphant shimmer.


"Unbelievable," she whispered to herself, setting the vial neatly alongside her neatly organized array of Dust cartridges. "Dad back home ould have waged a war for a single bag of these stones."

Weiss was just about to seal a fresh vial of Fire Dust when the workshop door was practically kicked off its hinges.


"Weiss! Emergency introduction!"


Ruby burst into the room like a red hurricane, dragging a tiny, blanket-wrapped girl by her sleeve. The small girl was clutching a half-empty porcelain mug like a lifeline, her icy blue eyes glaring with absolute, unyielding annoyance at being forcibly paraded around the manor.


Weiss jumped, almost spilling a newly refined batch of Gravity Dust onto her worktable. She quickly capped the vial, whirling around with a sharp glare. "Ruby! How many times have I told you not to barge into the alchemy workshop while I am handling volatile elemental compounds?!"


"No time for safety lectures!" Ruby chirped, completely unbothered as she pushed the tiny blonde girl front and center. "Meet our brand-new Vice Captain! Her name is Tanya, she's super smart, she hates gods, and she drinks black coffee like a grown-up!"


Weiss blinked, her scowl faltering as her eyes dropped down to the pint-sized stranger standing stiffly beside Ruby. The girl was draped in a spare blanket that looked two sizes too big, yet her posture was so rigidly straight she might as well have been standing at full attention for an inspection.


"A... Vice Captain?" Weiss questioned, eyeing the child with deep skepticism. "Ruby, she looks like she barely reaches my waist."


Weiss flinched back in surprise, because if looks could kill, she would be dead. That was one scary girl.


Tanya didn't yell. She didn't drop her blanket. She simply took another slow, deliberate sip from a thermos.


"Height," Tanya began, her voice dropping into a dangerously calm, authoritative tone, "is an entirely irrelevant biological metric when evaluated against operational competence, combat experience, and administrative efficiency. Furthermore, as your superior officer, I strongly suggest you refrain from evaluating command capability based on physical stature—unless you wish to spend your afternoon filing inventory reports for our entire quartermaster division."


Weiss opened her mouth to shoot back a sharp rebuttal, but the sheer weight of absolute, unyielding malice radiating from the pint-sized girl made her hesitate.

"We have a quartermaster division?" Weiss asks, baffled.


"Thank you for volunteering, Weiss," Tanya stated, her face twisting into an expression that defied all natural biology. Her icy blue eyes dilated into wide, manic pinpricks of pure, unadulterated malice, and her mouth split into an impossibly wide, jagged grin—a monstrous, terrifying contortion of absolute sadistic satisfaction that looked far too large for her tiny face.


SMACK!


Before the terrifying pressure could fully settle over the room, Ruby's hand swiped down, delivering a sharp, light chop directly onto the top of Tanya's head.


"Hey! No!" Ruby scolded, crossing her arms and pouting at the pint-sized Vice Captain like a disapproving big sister. "Don't do that face! You're gonna scare Weiss into a closet, and then who's gonna help us organize the Dust ammo?"

 

[Zetakille]

Oh that last line made me realize: Tanya Degurechaff now has access to RWBY Dust.

I am very afraid.

 

[Dissimilate]

Thanks for the chapter!!!

 

[Gaffhook]

Oh that last line made me realize: Tanya Degurechaff now has access to RWBY Dust.

I am very afraid.

Click to shrink...

I sense magical nukes in the future.

 

[russell Lee clarke]

I sense magical nukes in the future.

Click to shrink...

she could do nuke light already without dust what will she get up to with dust equivalent will be glorious and probably non standard for example gravity dust would get her thinking black hole bombs to literally crush her enemies

 

[bambache]

Whoops!
Weiss committed the classic blunder of setting herself up to be voluntold for paperwork!

"Dad back home ould would have waged a war for a single bag of these stones."

Click to shrink...

 

[WhiteWizardIan]

Looks like we hit 100k words! Great job! Loving this!