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

The muscles throughout his body tore apart, bones shattered, and his cells began dividing at an accelerated rate. In that instant, Bell's entire body underwent a complete reconstruction.

Even though he had experienced something similar when he was overwhelmed by Craft Essences before, that had been due to his body failing under the strain. This time, it was the concept of 'Robust Health' actively reshaping his physical structure.

In the past, Bell's body had been resilient—but it wasn't what you'd call truly sturdy.

'Robust Health' was a concept forged through the lifetime of the great hero Arash, who endured countless battles without ever suffering a serious injury. That alone showed how potent the concept really was.

Which is why Bell was suffering so much now.

The more powerful the concept, the more aggressively it reinforced the body—and the more pain it caused during integration.

The Type-Moon System wasn't intelligent. It didn't care whether Bell's body could handle the transformation or not—it simply executed the process, forcefully imprinting the concept onto him.

Once again, Bell was forced to endure the same devastating pain he felt when his body was last reshaped by too many Craft Essences.

Back then, his body had already gone through a fundamental transformation—shedding its mortal limitations and becoming something new.

The reconstructed body had immense potential and adaptability. That's why even when he leveled up, Bell hadn't suffered any major complications. His body adjusted quickly to the mismatch between his spirit and physique.

But 'Robust Health' was on another level.

This concept completely overturned his reconstructed body's baseline, pushing durability and physical hardness to the very limit.

But that shift also disrupted the delicate balance of his physique.

So, the moment 'Robust Health' was imposed, Bell's body had to be torn apart and rebuilt all over again to restore equilibrium.

And so, Bell once more endured the agony of being crushed and reforged.

The sheer pain from this restructuring was so intense that Bell couldn't even pass out. He couldn't make a sound—not even scream.

Even his vocal cords were being reshaped.

Two hours later, his body—suspended midair—twitched slightly.

The expression under his hood was completely twisted in agony.

"Huff... ha..."

The pain was so overwhelming it nearly shattered his consciousness. If not for his strong spirit—and the fact the pain wouldn't let him lose consciousness—he was sure he would've blacked out.

'As expected... it still hurts like hell...'

His voice was hoarse. His vocal cords had only just recovered, so even speaking was a struggle.

Carefully, he resumed breathing. The moisture in the air gently soothed his raw throat, making the harsh, burning breaths feel a little less unbearable.

'So the star ratings really aren't about power...'

'The skills of a great hero... are still too much for me to handle right now.'

Still, the System had helped him.

If not for the body refinement caused by his last overload of Craft Essences, he'd probably be dead.

'The price of shortcuts...'

He sighed silently to himself, working to calm his blood, which was still boiling from the strain.

Feeling the changes in his body, Bell noticed his muscle density had increased significantly—his muscles had compacted.

The bulk he'd developed during his steady growth had thinned down, making his once well-fitting clothes hang loose on his frame.

But his bones and joints? They were visibly tougher and more flexible than ever.

Bell's denser muscles had also become more durable and flexible. Even his endurance and recovery had improved dramatically.

'Robust Health... this really is a perfect power for me.'

Getting a power like this so early on had directly compensated for his physical shortcomings.

Compared to his magic, agility, and reflexes, his strength and endurance had clearly lagged behind.

Maybe that gap only mattered for someone like Bell, whose growth had always been balanced—but for him, even a small imbalance was still a weakness.

Now, that weakness was gone.

With a tougher body and incredible endurance, Bell could now walk away from even the most brutal battles.

'Still, my body's going to need some time to adjust and rest.'

A rather luxurious problem to have.

Bell shook his head with a slight sigh, then gradually let his body begin recovering on its own. With steady breathing, he could even accelerate the process a little.

He didn't use runes to boost his recovery—he wanted to see just how fast his body could recover on its own now.

And in just moments, the fatigue felt like it was melting away, his body soaking in energy like parched earth drinking water.

His fingers twitched slightly as his body began suppressing the pain signals.

As his breathing deepened, the pain steadily dulled.

Soon, it wasn't just his fingers—he could move his arms, and then even half his body.

Click... click... click...

As he shifted slightly, his body gave off a series of crisp pops. His bones were still unfamiliar—still adjusting to the new structure. It would take some time to fully adapt.

But the adaptation was fast. Within just a few dozen seconds, the bones had already started syncing with his new frame. The subtle clicks from his joints gradually faded into silence.

After confirming his condition, Bell finally stood up from the ground.

'That recovery was fast.'

He was genuinely impressed by how quickly his body had bounced back.

The pain had been reduced to a minimum just through breathing, and his strength—drained by enduring the agony—was already coming back. His limbs could move freely again.

'My pain tolerance has gone up a lot too.'

'And my endurance... it's reached something unbelievable.'

Now Bell truly understood the gap between himself and a great hero.

This kind of physical performance wasn't something ordinary adventurers could match. That absurd recovery speed, the ability to bounce back even when pushed to the edge—these were traits that told him he'd only just taken the first step.

'I guess ancient heroes in this world really were monsters. Otherwise, how else could they have driven the monsters back into the Dungeon?'

Bell took a deep breath.

Knowing exactly where he stood... felt reassuring. It was a constant reminder that he was still just getting started.

And with that kind of mindset, he'd never grow arrogant—or lose his way.