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

"Well, I'm heading to rest now."

After gathering most of the intel and getting a clear grasp of Orario's current situation, Bell ended the connection.

In his mind, he began to process everything.

'The Evilus are nearly done for. That means their final outburst is coming soon.'

The madness that precedes destruction would inevitably fall upon the Evilus.

At this point, neither Orario nor the Dungeon was a place where they could continue to exist.

Unless the Evilus retreated completely and permanently from Orario.

But if anyone actually made that decision, the Evilus would lose all meaning. The dream of plunging the surface into chaos again would be nothing more than a fantasy.

The gods backing the Evilus would never allow that. So once they're cornered, what awaits them is total desperation and chaos.

'If it really comes to that, at least it's one less thing to worry about. That's a win.'

The Evilus had indeed been a major obstacle to Orario's progress.

That said, Bell couldn't clearly remember what happened in the story beyond this point. His advantage of knowing the plot essentially ended here.

Still, he understood that reaching this stage of growth was largely thanks to the preparations he'd made beforehand—preparations made possible by his knowledge of the story. The future may be unknown, but as long as he kept accumulating power, he'd be able to face whatever came next.

Then there was the "Type-Moon System."

This was one of the reincarnator perks that he hadn't really touched lately.

Back when it first awakened, the "Type-Moon System" had been a huge help. And even now, that help hadn't disappeared.

If he wanted to grow stronger quickly, the Type-Moon System was something he absolutely couldn't ignore.

Through various business ventures, Bell had already amassed a significant amount of capital—enough to put the Type-Moon System to good use.

Only now did he realize it had been quite a while since he last checked in on it.

Bell opened the system notifications, and two prompts immediately echoed in his mind.

[Level Up to Lv.3: Wish Gacha unlocked.]

[Level Up to Lv.4: High-Rank Gacha unlocked.]

So with each level up, the system unlocked new features accordingly.

Wish Gacha? What was that?

Bell read the description.

[Wish Gacha: Allows targeted summoning for selected Craft Essences, increasing their draw probability.]

Great—what a useless feature.

The moment he saw the word "probability," Bell instantly understood. There was no way the actual rate of getting the selected Craft Essence was going to be high.

Then came the High-Rank Gacha.

[High-Rank Gacha: Increased probability of summoning 4-star or higher Craft Essences. Slight chance to summon a Heroic Spirit.]

...There it was again—"probability."

Bell felt imaginary black lines forming above his head. The moment the word "chance" appears, it's always bad news.

That increased chance was probably just as bad as the one in the Wish Gacha. Either way, it wasn't going to be high.

'This system really takes the "chance" part too seriously.'

Thinking back to his old "Nine Swords of Dugu" days, Bell couldn't help but feel a little defeated.

Without dwelling on the details, Bell glanced at the pricing: "Wish Gacha – 100,000 Valis per pull," "High-Rank Gacha – 1 million Valis per pull."

Just a tiny increase in "probability" and the cost had jumped tenfold. The sheer price hike made Bell feel lightheaded.

Especially the "High-Rank Gacha"—it practically gave him a heart attack, leaping from 100,000 straight to a million Valis.

'This system really knows how to milk money.'

He grumbled to himself, but still, it wasn't something he could ignore.

Even if the increase was just a minor boost in "chance," it was still better than nothing at all.

What made his heart ache was the rate at which he was bleeding money.

Sure, Runes brought in income fast, and he'd accumulated plenty of capital, but even that couldn't keep up with this kind of expenditure.

'Spending money to grow stronger... it's all for power...'

Repeating it like a mantra helped slow his heartbeat.

Gradually, he began to accept the system's pricey gacha mechanics.

'Money can be earned back—but strength, that's something real. Don't feel bad about spending.'

Still, Bell didn't pull right away.

Now wasn't the time. During an expedition, any fluctuation in his strength was risky. This wasn't just any expedition—it was serious.

Stability—that was the number one priority Bell needed to maintain.

They were already on the 39th floor. The 50th wasn't far. There was no room for missteps now.

Suppressing his impulse, Bell took out Kuji Kanesada and began meditative breathing and sword practice to settle his mind.

It helped bring his scattered emotions back under control. But right after, a rare wave of exhaustion hit him.

Bell didn't resist it. As soon as his eyelids started to droop, he stopped meditating, took off his cloak, mask, and gloves, and crawled under the covers.

The weight of sleep overtook him almost instantly.

...

Morning came.

The first dawn on the 39th floor's safe zone was quiet. Other than the occasional changing of the guard, no one was moving outside the tents.

The campfires had long gone out, though a few faint embers still glowed softly.

The guards on duty looked utterly exhausted, their eyes bloodshot. Once relieved, they quickly returned to their tents to rest.

Staying up all night had taken its toll.

Thankfully, nothing had happened during the night. Most of the adventurers had already been asleep early and had regained much of their stamina and energy.

But the sleep had been so deep that not a single person had gotten up early.

Until, from one of the tents, a figure stepped out.

Her long golden hair was as smooth as ever, and at first glance, she didn't look the least bit like someone who'd just woken up.

Unlike her usual light armor that protected her left chest and knees, she wore only a thin white bodysuit—form-fitting and perfect for light exercise.

The woman was none other than the "Sword Princess," Ais Wallenstein.

While everyone else remained asleep, Ais was already up, seemingly unaffected by yesterday's events.

"Is everyone still sleeping?"

...

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