Anime Crossover: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through DanMachi!

Hestia suddenly ruffled his black hair forcefully. "And... you are the first member of my Hestia Familia!"

"This is the most special existence for the Supreme God, and will never be forgotten. It is like a mother's first child, which no one else can replace!"

She turned to face Yingping and carefully cupped his face in her hands.

In the dim light of the oil lamp.

Hestia's blue eyes shone with a determined light, as if she wanted to remember Ying Ping's appearance at this moment for the rest of her life.

"Listen, stats, skills, and magic don't matter."

Her voice suddenly softened, becoming comforting: "...The important thing is, I'll always be by your side..."

"It doesn't matter if Ying Pingjun is always stupid and doesn't achieve anything."

"I just hope you can be happy and live a good life."

Upon hearing this, Ying Ping's pupils dilated slightly.

At that moment, the gentle expression on Hestia's face was more radiant than anything else in the world.

Never, not even his own parents, have ever said such doting words to him!

"Lord Hestia!!"

With a sudden pang of emotion, Ying Ping lunged forward, burying his face in the soft embrace of the loli goddess.

The fabric of his blue and white dress brushed against his cheeks, and the scent of sunshine and honey instantly filled his nostrils.

"Whoa! Wait, wait a minute!"

Hestia frantically tried to push him away, but couldn't move because of the size difference. "Too, too close!"

But Yingping hugged him tighter, his voice trembling and muffled by the fabric, "I swear..."

"I will definitely become the strongest adventurer worthy of the name of the Hestia Familia... I will make everyone, all the gods, envious that you have taken in a familia like me..."

Hestia's struggling movements suddenly stopped.

She sighed softly, and finally placed her hand on the back of Yingping's head, gently rubbing it once again as if soothing a small animal.

“I know, I know…”

Hestia's eyes shone with loving light: "But starting tomorrow, you should train hard, okay? Let's start with... with cleaning the church!"

"No, I'll go to the dungeon tomorrow."

Ying Ping said firmly, "Our first prey will be the Minotaur."

"I have an irreconcilable hatred for the minotaurs!"

"what?!"

"Hey, at least start fighting the goblins from the first level, you idiot!"

Hestia's scream startled the pigeons on the church roof.

Chapter 3 One-Punch Man Training Method!

After instructing Yingping to stay and watch the house, Hestia needed to return to the streets to continue working.

Standing at the church entrance, she repeatedly reminded them, "Remember! You absolutely mustn't run around!"

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to approach the dungeon even a step away for the time being!"

Hestia stood on tiptoe, poked Yingping's forehead with her finger, and threatened in a cute but fierce tone, "If you dare to sneak off..."

"I won't update your ability values ​​for three days, no, a week!"

She was afraid that Ying Ping was a reckless fool who, having just received divine favor, would become so inflated with confidence that he would run down to the city to his death.

"Yes, my most beloved goddess~"

Yingping gave a slightly off-standard salute with a serious expression.

Watching Hestia's blue ribbon disappear around the street corner, Ying Ping couldn't wait to bring up the system interface that only he could see:

[Shadow King System]

[Level]: LV1

【Strength】: 5

[Agility]: 4

Endurance: 3

[Intelligence]: 5

[Magic]: 0

【HP】: 100/100

[Magic Value]: 0/0

[Skill Slot]: Empty

Inventory: Empty

Every member of the family who has just received God's grace will have all their ability values ​​reduced to I0.

However, the system can display the true panel of wins and losses in a different numerical way.

"That's incredibly accurate..."

Aside from strength, Ying Ping looked at his other stats, which were inferior even to those of an ordinary person, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

But when he opened the [Daily Tasks] menu, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The preparations of the strong

-100 push-ups (0/100)

-100 sit-ups (0/100)

-100 squats (0/100)

-10km long run (0/10km)

[Quest Completion Rewards]: Status Recovery x1, Basic Attribute Points +10, Random Treasure Chest x1

"Isn't this Saitama's One-Punch Man training method?!"

Yingping blurted it out.

Looking at the setting sun outside the church, and thinking of the three tempting rewards for the mission, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll give it my all!"

Time is money, so don't waste today's daily tasks!

As a result, Yingping realized the seriousness of the problem as soon as he did his first push-up.

As soon as I put my hands on the ground, I felt an unnatural strain and soreness in my wrists.

At thirty, I often stay up late, and my body, which has never been exercised, is completely useless, and it's starting to cry out in despair.

"One, two, three, four..."

By the time I had done only the fifth push-up, my upper arm muscles started to spasm uncontrollably.

Sweat beaded on his forehead blurred his vision, and he saw his slightly overweight belly rubbing comically against the ground.

"Damn it... I'm so weak, I'm so useless...."

Yingping began to berate himself.

By the time he reached the twentieth, his arms were shaking like leaves, a drop of sweat hit the stone brick, and his whole face was contorted with pain.

(This is too difficult, I should give up... anyway, I have the system...)

(There must be other ways to become stronger....)

The moment this frivolous thought popped into his head, Hestia's disappointed face suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Ugh—!"

Ying Ping suddenly roared, a surge of power welling up within him, veins throbbing at his temples.

"I can't give up, I must persevere..."

Sweat dripped onto the floor, forming small puddles. When he finally managed to complete the hundredth repetition, bit by bit, gritting his teeth and pushing himself to the limit, he collapsed onto the ground like a rag doll.

"This is...the first task completed..."

Ying Ping was covered in sweat and nearly collapsed, but his eyes were red.

Thinking of Hestia, who cared about him, he struggled to get up and started doing sit-ups.

Unsurprisingly, sit-ups are even more hellish.

A 30-year-old man's abdominal muscles are lacking due to long-term lack of exercise, and he can't even use his waist to exert any strength.

Yingping had to wedge his feet under the bench for leverage.

When he reached the fifty-third position, a cracking sound came from his lower back, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black.

In a daze, he seemed to see Hestia again, dressed as a shop assistant, selling potato balls on the street—

That petite and adorable deity is busy making a living every day; what does her own little pain matter?

"Uh ah ah!"

"Hestia, for you!!!"

Yingping grabbed his hair with both hands and forced himself to get up. Despite the excruciating pain in his abdominal muscles, he managed to complete the entire number of repetitions.

After resting like a dead fish for half a day, Yingping cheered up and started doing squats.

I thought this would be easier, but I never expected that a 30-year-old man's knees would be even more overwhelmed.

Every time I bend my knee, it feels like a snapped spring, churning inside the joint.

Halfway through, Yingping had to lean against the wall, his legs shaking violently.

(Why... do I have to work so hard...)

The answer suddenly became clear.

(Need I say more...)

Because Yingping wants to become stronger and become a powerful adventurer that Hestia can be proud of!

Yingping recalled the sparkle in Hestia's eyes when she said she was her first member, and suddenly began to accelerate like a madman.

In the church ruins at dusk, a dark figure mechanically repeats actions among the broken walls and rubble.

After completing all three hundred basic exercises, Yingping felt dizzy and his vision was already blurred.

He dragged his leaden legs and started running around the church again, each step feeling unsteady as if he were stepping on mud.

Yingping's guess was correct. Compared to the first three training sessions of 100 sets each, the most lethal one was the 10-kilometer run.

After running only a few hundred meters, Yingping was panting heavily, feeling as if his lungs were being burned by a hot iron.

However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Because even if things don't go well, you can run slower, as long as you're running.

“Haaaa…Haaaa…”

When he reached the third kilometer, Yingping tasted blood in his mouth and could only hear his own wheezing, like a broken bellows.

"Oh no, I'm going to die... I really will die suddenly if this continues..."

With his heart pounding, Yingping had to stagger and grab onto a lamppost to stop.

He saw his disheveled reflection in the glass—pale, sweating profusely, lips turning purple, he looked almost unrecognizable as a living person.

"Heh...ho...keep going, victory is just around the corner..."