Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"...Hehe, hahaha."

"What's wrong with you?! Seriously, Ais, you should be able to understand a little bit of [Holy Writing], right? Can't you see anything?"

Seeing Riveria shaking her shoulders and laughing heartily, Bert cursed and turned to ask Ais.

She stood straight and motionless, her gaze fixed on the boy's back, as if she couldn't see anything else.

His golden eyes, sharp as swords, were fixed intently on his target.

"...S".

"...Huh?"

"All abilities, S-rank."

"All S!"

Bert and Tiona gasped in unison. This time, they were truly speechless.

Actually, the ability slots, including "Magic," were obscured by the robe and couldn't be seen clearly, but Ais figured they were all pretty much the same anyway. There was one fact she hadn't told Bert and the others.

That's SS, whose abilities have broken through the limits, a fact that makes Riveria laugh nonstop even now—an ability that makes you doubt your own eyes.

"What's your name?"

A sound was made.

A steady voice broke the silence.

Everyone except Ais was focused on the source of the sound.

Under the watchful eyes of several pairs of people, Finn tapped his shoulder with the butt of his spear.

His eyes, calm and collected as he gazed at the human adventurers, suddenly rose and looked at Bert and his companions. His unsmiling gaze pressed for the boy's name.

"What is his name?"

"N-I don't know... I haven't heard of it..."

"...Rivia. You've had your laugh, haven't you?"

"Hehe... Ah, sorry. What did you ask?"

"Please analyze his [ability stats]. I need to know his real name."

"Oh, right. Wait for me..."

[Ability Values], on the other hand, are also a contract proving the relationship between God and those who receive "favor".

In order for the "blessing" to be effective, it must be engraved with a symbol representing the name of the chief deity, as well as the name of the recipient.

Rivera squinted, trying to decipher the names inscribed on it. But before she could speak,

Ais had already parted her lips slightly and uttered the name.

"Bell".

"Ais..."

His calm tone resonated throughout the surroundings.

Her posture remained unchanged.

Ais heard Tiona's voice, but did not turn around; her consciousness remained focused on the boy.

"Bell Crane".

No longer just a roadside stone, the boy's clear figure was reflected in those golden eyes.

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The required period is approximately one month.

Monster score: 300 per monster.

There are three days left until the world's fastest white rabbit (record holder) is born, significantly breaking the LV.2 arrival record.

Volume 3 Final Chapter (Page 0 → Page 1)

The sound of crying can be heard.

Sobs escaped her throat several times, tears streaming down her face as she nestled against his broad, wide chest, the sound of a child crying.

An old man, strong and healthy, held the child, who was covered in blood and bruises, in his arms and gently patted his head.

"Does it hurt, Belle?"

Hearing the gentle voice coming from above, the child almost nodded, but shook his head and then started crying again.

The old man smiled and held the trembling child who was snuggling close to him tightly.

"That's why I told you not to go outside the village. Seeing you get beaten up so badly by a bunch of goblins really scared me to death."

The sound of remembrance. The gesture of remembrance. The smile of remembrance.

The figure of that person, whom we can no longer see or feel, still dazzles in this sunset-lit space.

"However, it's truly remarkable that you managed to hold on until the end. You didn't lose to those monsters. You can be proud of that."

The twilight sky illuminated the entire plain with a golden glow.

Amidst the familiar, beautiful scenery, the person's kind words were all spoken to the child in their arms.

Those must be fragments of memory that can no longer be recalled.

Once awakened, all those oldest, most longed-for, past wishes will be completely forgotten.

Irreplaceable, a faint childhood dream.

"You did a really cool job, Bell."

That loving smile made the child cry again.

Looking up at the face of the person beside him, he sobbed and tried to make a vow.

The movements of the young child's mouth and the voice of me standing on the outside are completely identical, except for the words spoken.

I want to become like you.

I want to become as strong as you, the one who saved me.

I want to become like you, to become a hero who belongs only to me.

"That's too insignificant. Instead of taking someone like me as a role model, aspire to become someone greater."

So, as long as I can become a hero in a fairy tale.

As long as I can become one of those people who are praised by everyone.

Will you love me forever?

Would you be proud of me?

Would you be happy for me?

"Of course. I'll be so happy I won't be able to stop laughing. I'll brag to everyone that the kid is my grandson, laugh out loud, and be proud of you forever."

Then I want it. Since that's the case, I want it. I absolutely must have it.

I want to be the one you'll protect from heaven forever, the only one...

"I will always protect you. I will always keep you in my heart. So, please stop saying it's for my sake."

The person squeezed out a bright smile from their wrinkled face.

"A real man should chase after a woman. A man should charge forward for a girl. He should be cool. He should be brave and go for it."

Then, with clear eyes, that person said:

"For the girls they like, men can be heroes, they'll do anything, they'll take on any role. They'll accomplish anything."

The sunset and golden scenery gradually faded into the distance.

As darkness gradually enveloped my vision, I desperately reached out my hand, and finally, from the other side of the light, that person told me:

"Because you are my proudest grandson."

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"What kind of dream are you having, Belle...?"

Seeing the tears sliding down her cheeks, Hestia asked softly.

On a bed set up within the Babel Tower healing facility, her kin slept peacefully. He had been brought there by the blonde, golden-eyed girl and her companions, including her female supporters. His calming murmurs blended into the silence of the room.

After a fierce battle, the victorious boy had no expression on his face, appearing quite serene.

"...I should have given you a piece of my mind."

A tear welled up in her closed eyelids, and Hestia gently wiped it away with her finger.

Facing the boy whose mouth was slightly open and who had fallen asleep again, a composed smile slowly appeared on her face.

"You've worked very hard... Congratulations."

After glancing around discreetly, Hestia gently lifted Bell's bangs and kissed his forehead.

The goddess, her cheeks flushed pink, narrowed her eyes as she looked at the newly written story on the boy's back.

"Now, the first page is complete."

Bell Craney

Affiliation: [Hestia Familia]

Race: human

Occupation: Adventurer

Connecting floor: 10th floor

Weapons: Hesya's Blade, Short Sword

Money held: 79500 Fari

Ability value

Lv.1

Strength: S982 Durability: S900 Dexterity: S988 Agility: SS1049 Magic: B751

Magic [Fire and Lightning]

·Quick Attack Magic

Skills [A Heart Full of Longing]

·precocious.

• Maintains the effect while simultaneously expressing feelings of longing

The stronger the longing, the greater the effect.

Schweitzer's Dagger

• Double-edged dagger (baselard).

• Items displayed in the "Goblin General Store". 19000 Faris.

It's actually a good sword. It's more than enough for a novice adventurer.

The little people (Palum), unable to express their feelings openly, reluctantly bought it as compensation to Bell. Of course, they bargained for it.

Postscript to Volume 3

Part 1 is finished.

Although it was a long and winding road, the author has written everything he wanted to read and write, and the third volume contains just that.

Around the time I was writing the prototype for the story in this book, I began to feel that in adventures, victory always belongs to the challenger.

It takes courage to embark on a challenge that you don't currently know anything about. Being completely ignorant is itself a rather frightening thing, at least that's what the author thinks.

However, when you take a risky step in a situation where the future is unpredictable and full of unknowns, your heart will definitely undergo some changes.

To borrow a phrase from someone: "Challenges don't guarantee success, but they do guarantee growth."

Challenges inevitably come with successes and failures, but as long as you don't compromise, you will definitely grow accordingly. That's the only thing I'm certain of.