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

Bell had been hiding in the shadows, silently watching the scene unfold.

His gaze swept over the Adventurers who were slowly regaining their courage, then locked onto Liliruca.

'She wasn't affected by the Black Dragon?'

'Even someone as strong as Finn, a Level 6, couldn't resist the malice radiating from the Black Dragon's roar, yet she's the only one completely unaffected.'

Even high-level Adventurers weren't spared from its influence. Why was Liliruca the exception? The thought stirred Bell's curiosity—was there something inherently special about her?

But no matter how he considered it, Bell was convinced there was nothing particularly unique about Liliruca herself. Though she had awakened a special magic, it didn't possess any ability to neutralize the Black Dragon's effects. That meant the anomaly had to come from something else—something external to her own power.

And Bell could think of only one explanation.

'The host of the "Poison of Greed"... Is that why?'

It seemed like the only unusual thing about Liliruca was precisely that.

Bell hadn't saved her out of some noble sense of sympathy. He did it solely because she carried something unique within her.

Frankly, Bell didn't have a great impression of Liliruca.

The image of a thief wasn't exactly endearing.

Still, he wasn't so self-righteous that he'd kill someone over something that hadn't even happened yet.

Getting involved in other people's affairs could easily bring him trouble.

That had always been Bell's principle.

He was known for not sticking his nose where it didn't belong—precisely to avoid unnecessary complications.

Looking back now, the only notable thing about Liliruca really was that one detail.

'It must be that, as a host, she possesses some kind of unique resistance.'

That was the only conclusion Bell could come to.

The Black Dragon's roar didn't have much effect on him either—but that was because he didn't fear the Black Dragon at all.

Besides, Bell always took his own safety seriously. His body was surrounded by various forms of protection—

Anti-poison, anti-curse, anti-mental pressure...

The way he used runes was practically flawless. That was another reason why the Black Dragon's roar had no effect on him.

"How could I let myself be scared stiff here!"

With a shout, Bete pushed himself up from the ground, bracing against his knees.

After breaking through the barrier, Bete felt the crushing weight on his shoulders lift, though mental exhaustion quickly took its place.

"Ha... ha..."

Fatigue washed over him, plainly visible on his face. The overwhelming pressure of the dragon's roar, coupled with a sleepless night, had taken a serious toll.

Still, as a Level 5 Adventurer, Vanargand had long since reached the peak of his level. He wasn't so weak that he couldn't handle this level of pressure.

After catching his breath, his complexion improved significantly.

"Lili, well said!"

Finn also stood up, supporting himself with his spear. Though he felt some mental strain too, this was not the time to stay down.

"We all became Adventurers for different reasons, but we share the same goal."

"We do not fear death. Maybe that's simply the destiny of Adventurers."

"So we can't shrink back just because of a single dragon's roar."

He paused, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. The earlier gloom and despair had vanished—replaced by a burning determination in their eyes.

"We're on the 32nd floor. There are seven more to go before we reach the next Safe Floor."

"From now on, no more training. Head straight to the 39th floor Safe Zone as fast as possible."

With that, Finn gave up on the idea of further training for the Level 2s and 3s. Continuing would no longer be practice—it would be suicide.

The impact of that sudden dragon roar was far too great.

What the expedition team needed now was to recover and stabilize, not to chase training opportunities.

Fortunately, the 39th floor wasn't far. They could still make it in time.

"Yeah!!!"

Everyone picked up their weapons and stood up.

They were no longer the same Adventurers cowed by the dragon's roar—they had regained their courage.

While Finn's speech reignited everyone's fighting spirit, Hephaestus Familia needed a bit more time to prepare, so they stayed in place briefly.

Once they were ready, both the first and second teams advanced toward the 39th floor Safe Zone at full speed.

And truly, this was the best decision they could have made.

The sudden turn of events had rattled everyone, and this was no longer the time for training.

The Dungeon not spawning monsters earlier had already given them a rare opportunity—it was time to seize it.

"Don't block the way!"

Bete charged ahead at full speed, rushing toward the monsters that had spawned in front of them. He wasn't here to observe—he was the one clearing the path.

Everyone else was reaching their limits. Bete knew what the moment demanded—someone had to open the way to the 39th floor, and that someone had to be him.

"You're just Bete! Don't even think about stealing my target!"

Tiona, unwilling to fall behind, dashed forward too.

"Idiot Tiona! Don't charge in like that!"

Tione rushed in with her weapon in hand.

"...."

Ais didn't say a word. She simply drew Desperate Blade and dashed ahead.

The spawning rate of Deep Floor monsters was high—they had to eliminate them quickly or risk slowing their advance.

"Awaken, Tempest!"

Ais unleashed her only magic.

Everyone was under immense pressure, but it was in moments like this that true potential revealed itself.

Besides the pathfinders, the rest of the first and second teams pressed on at full speed, carrying their gear.

They were practically sprinting.

It was only thanks to the strength of the vanguard that their rapid advance wasn't disrupted.

In the end, it took less than an hour for the expedition team to reach the 39th floor Safe Zone.

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