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

Chapter 940: The Dungeon Raid Isn’t Over, and They’re Already Stealing People

"Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about it."Bell quickly reassured himself in his mind, trying to calm his nerves.

"Anyway, once this Dungeon run is over, I won’t be in the public eye anymore. So it’s no big deal."

Even if he was the one who embarrassed himself, who could really say who he was now?

Besides, apart from those he’d known for a long time, he wasn’t planning to show his true face to anyone else.

With this thought, Bell felt all his mental burdens lift. He stood up from the ground, brushing the dust off his back and butt as he did so.

Back to dungeon-crawling.

He stepped into the familiar 81st floor.

The scorching air hit him immediately. There was no blinding lava visible on the surface, but it was lurking in this environment, much like a tropical rainforest.

Bell didn’t say anything. "247" appeared in his hand as he formed a character.

"Winter."

The moment the character appeared, the searing air around him began to cool, even taking on a slight chill.

The character quickly solidified into a block of ice, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

The intense heat didn’t melt the frozen character. Instead, it acted as a focal point, rapidly spreading outward. The normal ground began to slowly transform into frozen soil.

The freezing effect began to spread.

At first, it spread in patches, but once the distance reached a certain point, it spread in large, interconnected swaths.

"Waaaaaah!"

The sound of howls echoed through the tropical rainforest.

Clearly, the spreading winter had affected them.

One by one, they burst out of the jungle.

But the winter’s spread was faster than their reactions. The ground turned to frozen soil, which directly impacted their movements.

"Splat!"

A magma lizard that had just emerged immediately crashed to the ground with a wet thud.

Ice quickly crept up the magma lizard’s body.

In moments, the cold had completely encased it.

"Bear!!"

Lava surged from the magma lizard’s body, melting the frost around it, allowing it to quickly rise to its feet.

"Pretty quick reflexes."

Bell wasn’t particularly surprised. After all, monsters on the 81st floor were nearing the lower levels. This magma lizard had already reached Lv.8, so melting the surface frost was normal.

After all, "Winter" was still spreading—not focused on a single target.

"Yaaah!"

The magma lizard was startled, but it hated the icy chill that enveloped it. Even its flame sacs were feeling overworked.

It turned its head and saw the figure bathed in crimson from head to toe.

In the monster’s eyes, Bell had been excessively marked. Such a vivid red couldn’t be hidden no matter how it tried.

Realizing that the figure before it was the enemy, the magma lizard charged immediately.

Its S-shaped movement clearly indicated a deliberate detour, yet it created numerous afterimages.

This speed was too fast, even for a Level 7 to handle.

But...

"Boom!"

Before the magma lizard could fully position itself, it was reduced to a puff of ash. Only the magic stone it had thrown remained, a testament to its existence.

"Now in acceleration mode."

Bell’s shoulders sank slightly. The next moment, a muffled rumble echoed through the frozen tropical rainforest.

In just under a minute, Bell’s figure had vanished from the rainforest. Meanwhile, Winter’s icy grip had fully taken hold, transforming the entire floor into a desolate wasteland, where only the howling cold wind remained.

"Hmm, perfectly timed."

"The Four Seasons are truly invaluable."

The four seasons symbolize different powers, with Summer and Winter not just creating battlegrounds, but also acting as offensive tools.

Bell especially loved the Spirit Tree’s seeds, and Spring could bring out their unimaginable potential.

"Continue."

"..."

This dungeon-crawling scene remained as unremarkable as ever, but it was still quite awe-inspiring.

The gods frequently witnessed evenly matched battles, but one-sided battles like this were exceedingly rare. Especially when the enemies were Lv.8 or even Lv.9 monsters—this scene was almost as effortless as slicing through cucumbers.

"The Four Seasons... truly remarkable."

This remark caused the gods’ expressions to shift slightly, some growing more subtle.

How could it not be?

The Four Seasons govern the cycle of all things.

Most plants undergo this cycle: they grow in spring, wither in autumn, bloom in summer, and are buried in winter. Then, after one cycle, they burst forth with vitality from winter, returning to spring.

The existence of the seasons gives all things different environments, providing them with greater vitality. One could say that the seasons are a part of the world itself—indeed, part of its very concept.

Few gods can wield the power of the seasons, except for those who embody them.

"Zeus, your grandson... is seriously impressive."

At this point, the gods could only describe the child Zeus raised as "impressive."

"But Zeus, next time you raise a child, you really should explain the definitions of ’Authority’ and ’concept’ to them. It’s best to prevent any misconceptions about these things."

"..."

Zeus was left speechless.

"Thanks. I’m not that awesome. I could raise another brat like that."

"Zeus, don’t be modest. Reality proves that you’re pretty formidable, especially with the child you and Hera raised. Isn’t he nearly ready to take the final step?"

Zeus instantly understood what they meant. These gods were buttering him up—clearly interested in Bell’s future.

"So, what exactly are you after?"

Zeus’s wariness made the approaching gods squirm a little.

"I just wanted to ask—has your son found someone special?"

"..."

Zeus stiffened, realizing these gods were eyeing Bell, even scheming to meddle in his affairs.

Sure enough, once one god broke the ice, the others started getting involved.

"Sis Hera~"

The "Sis Hera" was enough to make Hera sick to her stomach. Seeing the goddesses crowding around her, their faces flushed with romantic interest, she knew exactly what they were thinking.

"Would this child accept a goddess?"

Hera couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, ’Good grief!’ That was way too direct.