Danmachi: Is It Wrong to Be the Main Character in Orario?

Chapter 896: A Lucky Boy Fresh Out of the Village

"Come to think of it, is this my Godslayer nature as a human?"Humans possessed the potential to slay gods. Back when he was still an adventurer, he had truly gone for the kill when facing a god, and he had succeeded. At that time, the Godslayer trait he gained came from a "Development Ability."

Bell had assumed that meant he no longer possessed any Godslayer traits. Yet this casual strike had unexpectedly drawn it out.

"Ahhh..."

"Oh, right. I forgot about you."

Goliath’s condition was... not good.

Half of one shoulder was missing, and its head drooped limply, as if it had lost the ability to turn it. Still, the occasional unclear groan proved that it wasn’t dead yet.

Bell carefully stepped across the blood-soaked ground and stopped in front of Goliath’s chest.

He lightly tapped the massive magic stone with his foot.

Cracks instantly spread across the sturdy magic stone, branching outward like a spiderweb at astonishing speed.

Unable to withstand the collapse of its structure, the magic stone shattered completely.

"Alright. That’s enough for today."

Dungeon exploration was never something he planned to rush. For the first day, reaching the safe zone on the 18th floor was more than enough. He needed time to digest what he had gained and to adapt to his current state.

Upon entering the area, Bell didn’t spare "City of Rivira" a single glance. Instead, his eyes turned toward the makeshift shelter he had built long ago along the wall of this floor.

After confirming that the runes were still functioning properly, Bell nodded slightly and stepped into the barrier in a single stride.

So before officially moving in, some adjustments would be necessary.

"Mother, from here on out it’s private time. Don’t spy on me even when I’m resting."

The projected image instantly blurred.

[Ah! Naughty child!!! You won’t even let your mom watch!]

Still, it was better not to take that mischievous Mother too seriously.

"Looks like that’s it for today."

Zeus felt that today had been sufficient.

Feeling more at ease, Zeus’s gaze drifted toward those brats of his who had somehow come back from the dead.

Just as Zeus was about to wrap things up and head home to rest, the third projection suddenly began to move.

Everything inside the wooden hut seemed to have been packed away, though it was unclear where any of it had gone.

It was evening.

The boy immediately took the main road. It was the right choice, especially at dusk.

He was completely alone. No guards. No one watching over him. He had to protect himself.

The projection sped up. When night fell, the boy didn’t continue onward. Instead, he set up a small tent by the roadside and rested.

"This kid... he’s got real guts."

Yet the boy really was that bold. As the projection fast-forwarded, not a single monster appeared throughout the night.