In battle, learn to perceive everything.
Using his five senses to seek out opportunities for counterattacks, Bell expanded his senses, awakening the sixth sense—spatial awareness—and the seventh sense—temporal awareness. This allowed him to better handle multiple enemies, knowing how to confront them.
The limits of physical vision remain fixed, so facing multiple enemies requires surpassing those boundaries.
Thus, when confronted with several enemies, Bell's "vision" naturally underwent a broader Awakening to better handle the situation.
The projection depicted Bell's battle during this Awakening of his "vision."
Faced with multiple opponents, Bell's eyes could barely keep up. Yet even without turning his gaze behind him, his mind's eye "saw" monsters lurking in the back, their forms roughly sketched out in his mental vision.
After the battle, clearing the battlefield was key.
Especially with these two hundred-plus goblins—some had turned to ash from Magic Stone strikes, but most were still lying as corpses on the ground.
Disposing of the bodies was simple: just slit open the goblin corpses and extract the Magic Stones.
After the bodies turned to ash, the only things left behind were the "Drop Items."
Then, another spectacle appeared in the projection.
"Huh? Are goblin drops this plentiful? Even weapons?"
"Goblin fingers, goblin teeth, goblin eyeballs? Did they give me everything before they died?"
After extracting a Magic Stone, the youth found nearly all the possible drops from the goblin's body in the ashes—including its dagger, which rarely dropped.
Then, the same scenario was fast-forwarded 253 times.
In other words, every goblin had completed its full loot drop—almost shedding its underwear.
This eager display left people from both worlds speechless.
Even those from the Type-Moon world understood that monster drops couldn't possibly be this frequent. For every single goblin to drop the same materials was clearly abnormal.
"This drop rate is ridiculous."
Whether these goblins thought they were facing their father or not, every one of them dropped every material they possibly could. Wasn't this just handing over money in broad daylight?
Bete wasn't an adventurer who rose to prominence overnight; he'd grown step by step from Level 1.
He knew goblin drop rates inside and out.
Fingers, teeth, and eyeballs were all relatively rare drops. After all, goblins were Upper Floors monsters, and the generation rate for Upper Floor monsters was extremely limited. On top of that, goblin drops were exceptionally uncommon.
You might get one drop item from dozens of goblins.
And the high probability was for rare drops like teeth or eyeballs, not the common drops like fingers.
As for goblin weapons? Honestly, he'd hardly ever heard of them.
While goblin weapons were sharp, the drop rate for weapons in goblin hands was incredibly low.
But what's happening here?
Almost every goblin surrendered its weapon.
This was completely absurd.
The projected image froze, transitioning to another scene.
The youth, crackling with faint lightning, weaved between four Minotaurs, dagger in hand.
The Minotaurs made no significant moves as the youth effortlessly sliced through their flesh, taking their lives.
Having completed this step, the youth instantly transformed into lightning and chose to retreat.
Shortly after his departure, a blonde girl appeared on the screen.
She gazed at the Minotaur corpses on the ground with a hint of confusion, and the image froze at that moment.
Then came the next scene.
[Lv.2
Strength: ???1712
Endurance: ???1834
Dexterity: ???1801
Agility: ???1824
Magic Power: ???1979]
Clearly, this displayed the final stats before advancing to Level 2, and this set of stats was even more explosive than the previous one.
Magic power approached 2000 points, with three other stats exceeding 1800 points. Even strength, the weakest of them all, surpassed 1700 points.
Undoubtedly, these were terrifyingly high stats.
As expected, an additional line of text appeared below.
[Achieved Promotion Excelia two weeks after advancing to Lv.2.]
What did this mean? It meant that the youth had reached Lv.3's heights in barely over half a month since entering Orario.
"This... this is way too fast!"
"The Lv.1 advancement was already excessive, but Lv.2 took only two weeks? And he managed to accumulate abilities to this level?"
From every angle, this was utterly unreasonable.
The speed was completely absurd, and the growth rate was equally implausible.
Yet, the same thing had happened just yesterday. This meant that this was reasonable—it was the path they had already walked.
That made everything feel deeply unsettling.
"Strange. Didn't Zeus say that the child he raised wasn't that talented?"
"Yeah, even Hera-sama admitted it. There's no way those two misjudged that." Everyone in Orario knew Zeus liked to play tricks, but Hera didn't indulge in such petty schemes.
Hera, among the goddesses, was known for her aloof nature—always direct and uncompromising, never playing games. When Hera spoke, the people of Orario believed her without question.
In truth, even Zeus and Hera found it odd.
"Old man, do you think Metria did something behind the scenes?"
Hera responded with nothing but a roll of her eyes.
"Why would Metria deliberately make a pact with my troublesome son, even personally bearing Bell? If she just wanted to give Bell enough talent, why not do it the way Alfia did?"
"Because she had no other choice!"
Zeus remained as perceptive as ever. He instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Metria's actions.
"Bell's situation required cutting off all external forces, which is why he had to abandon everything. Do you think Bell knew his situation, but Metria didn't?"
"Precisely because she knew, she didn't give Bell any special gifts. Otherwise, Bell's past-life memories wouldn't have resurfaced at that specific moment."
Yes, Zeus saw it clearly.
All the changes began only after Bell's past-life memories were awakened. So the strange part wasn't Bell, but the fact that he had recovered his memories at that precise moment.
But creating that situation required Bell to remain ordinary.
Therefore, no special talents could be granted.