"Co 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 ti, the Godslayer trait he gained ca from a "Developnt Ability."
Bell had assud that ant 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 sothing he planned to rush. For the first day, reaching the safe zone on the 18th floor was more than enough. He needed ti 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, so adjustnts would be necessary.
"Mother, from here on out it’s private ti. Don’t spy on 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 sohow co back from the dead.
Just as Zeus was about to wrap things up and head ho to rest, the third projection suddenly began to move.
Everything inside the wooden hut seed to have been packed away, though it was unclear where any of it had gone.
It was evening.
The boy imdiately 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.
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