"Whoa, whoa, whoa—this growth rate is just ridiculous!"
Bete also felt that the speed of improvement was a bit too extreme.
What's going on? Can you really raise your status to this level in just three days?
It's... it's just too much. Finn was starting to lose his composure.
Any normal adventurer should follow the usual rules.
Level 1 adventurers do grow quickly, but that rapid growth doesn't mean accumulating over 6000 points of status in just three days.
But as Finn was still processing his surprise, yesterday's scene suddenly came back to him.
"No, something's wrong!"
Yes, Finn sensed something was off.
Yesterday, Bell had undergone a near-miraculous transformation in just the hour it took to reach Orario. He'd gone from an ordinary, powerless child to surpassing the limits that even most Level 1 adventurers couldn't cross.
This shouldn't have been possible for Bell, who hadn't yet encountered the "Falna System." In fact, even the Falna System couldn't accelerate someone's growth this rapidly.
So, looking at the current situation: was it really impossible to go from 447 status points to over 6000 in just three days?
No, to be precise, it wasn't impossible—it was highly probable. Finn even felt that Bell's journey to Orario might not even need three full days. Maybe just one or two days would be enough for such remarkable growth.
A bold hypothesis formed in Finn's mind.
"Could it be... that the Falna System is limiting Bell's growth?"
This audacious thought made Finn himself pause in shock.
The Falna System limiting adventurers' growth? Could it be that an adventurer's personal growth had surpassed the limits the Falna System could enhance, causing this negative growth?
This... this joke certainly wasn't funny. Finn struggled to maintain a calm expression, but his heartbeat quickened.
Such a bold hypothesis was beyond anyone else's comprehension. It was simply too outlandish.
"Growing up with a system that hides its true nature... I can hardly even imagine it."
If any other adventurer had the Falna System's accelerated growth acting negatively, crossing to Level 2 in their lifetime would be nearly impossible.
Finn, though confident in his own skills and talent, knew that if he were in Bell's position, he might have spent several more years grinding away at Level 1.
In the projection, the young boy wielded a dagger, weaving effortlessly through a mass of monsters. Each pass left a trail of goblins dead in his wake. His dagger wasn't used with extraordinary technique—just simple thrusts, slashes, and cuts—but those simple movements allowed him to cut through a sea of goblins with ease.
His reflexes were lightning fast, his eyes tracking the goblins' movements and taking in the battlefield with ease.
That's how the boy could weave freely among the goblins.
Nearly half an hour passed before he cleared the goblins and began surveying the battlefield. "The number of goblins... this is absurd."
Bete's face twitched uncontrollably. During the fast-paced battle, he estimated that there were at least two hundred goblins in the area.
Which raised the question: Could one floor really spawn that many goblins?
Wasn't the usual rate only seven or eight per hour? How could so many appear here?
"With that many goblins, any slow or less agile adventurer trapped in the swarm wouldn't last five minutes."
Yes, five minutes—that was Bete's highest estimate for how long an average adventurer could last.
And that estimate was for a fully equipped Level 1 and Level 2 party.
For a solo adventurer? Anyone below Level 3 would be shredded by that goblin horde in an instant.
"The goblins' attacks are also very methodical. They don't seem to be controlled in battle, but they're clearly coordinating their efforts with all their might. But why?"
Bete's genuine confusion spread to those around him.
Indeed, none of the goblins seemed to be holding back—they looked like they were fighting with everything they had.
In contrast, Bell didn't seem particularly stressed by these goblins. He was even conserving his stamina at every opportunity.
This looked more like a first-time adventurer entering a dungeon, being cautious of every monster. But Bell's posture and movements had nothing to do with "caution."
This wasn't the behavior of a cautious adventurer. Even a reckless adventurer wouldn't act like this.
To put it bluntly, it was as though Bell was walking a tightrope called life and death, almost falling but managing to make it across.
Then, a line of text appeared below.
[The same situation occurred three times, precisely corresponding to three dungeon uprisings.]
Holy crap!
The term "dungeon uprising" was known by every adventurer in Orario.
It referred to several massive dungeon revolts that had occurred nearly a year ago.
The exact cause was never fully determined, but adventurers knew that monsters had poured out of the dungeons like a geyser during that brief period—completely contradicting the idea that the Upper Floors were safer and less monster-infested.
Even the guild had failed to provide a clear explanation back then. Now, everyone in Orario knew the truth—those events had happened because this person arrived in Orario at that time.
Then, every adventurer felt a chill run through them.
"Wait... wasn't that less than a year ago?"
"So... this person hasn't even been an adventurer for a full year?"
Anyone who realized this was so stunned they temporarily lost their ability to speak.
"To go from a normal person to god-tier in less than a year... this... is this what they mean by 'having no talent?'"
At that moment, the ordinary people of Orario could no longer wrap their minds around the concept of "no talent."
For them, it was nearly impossible to fathom how an adventurer with "no talent" could single-handedly massacre the terrifying monsters of the dungeon.
Look at the calm on his face. Look at the goblin corpses scattered across the floor.
They reasoned that even if these were pigs, there's no way a single person could kill them all in under thirty minutes.
And goblins were far more dangerous than ordinary pigs.