"Space-type magic—and not just any spatial magic, but one with storage properties. Spatial magic is already nearly nonexistent, let alone this ultra-rare storage variant. If the god Loki found out, she'd go mad with excitement."
Eina could practically picture Loki losing her mind.
After all, all of Orario knew how the Loki Familia had to abandon treasures during every expedition due to limited carrying capacity.
With just one member capable of spatial magic, the Loki Familia's dungeon expeditions could reach unprecedented depths.
"A shame this boy didn't join the Loki Familia. If his abilities remained unchanged after joining, the god Loki would probably be cackling like a maniac by now."
Yet Eina quickly snapped back to attention.
"Bell-kun, something this significant should remain secret. Couldn't you sell the magic stones through your familia first, then repackage them for resale? That way, you'd maintain anonymity."
Bell was well aware of that approach—but it simply wasn't feasible. He rubbed his face in frustration—doing so would only make him more suspicious. Revealing his secret to one person versus exposing himself to everyone was an obvious choice.
"Miss Eina, what I need to sell isn't just magic stones. If it were only those, I wouldn't reveal my magic. But the dungeon gives me more than just stones."
More than magic stones?
Eina struggled to process this. Monster drops? But drop rates were abysmally low. Why would he need to expose his unique magic for one or two items?
Just as Eina's confusion peaked, Bell acted. With a snap of his fingers, a cacophony of clattering metal erupted as weapons materialized midair and rained onto the floor.
The phenomenon lasted several seconds before ceasing.
In that brief span, the room was nearly filled to capacity.
Bell exhaled deeply.
He didn't know whether to call this luck or a curse.
Every slain goblin dropped both a magic stone and a dagger.
The stones were standard loot—but the daggers absolutely weren't.
This was precisely why Bell chose to reveal one of his trump cards.
Not from carelessness—but because there were simply too many goblin daggers. Selling them would inevitably draw unwanted scrutiny.
Being surveilled at this early stage would be disastrous.
So Bell opted to expose himself to the safest possible person.
"This many?!"
Eina gaped at the mountain of daggers. Mechanically, she turned to Bell and pointed at the arsenal now covering the floor.
"Bell-kun, are these... all monster drops?"
Bell nodded, equal parts embarrassed and resigned.
Eina's eye twitched upon confirmation. What kind of drop rate was this? Not even the Loki Familia acquired this many items in an expedition. This quantity surpassed decades' worth of the Guild's daily intake.
Eina picked up a dagger for closer inspection.
Its origin became immediately apparent.
Her head snapped up toward Bell. Goblin-forged.
But... how were there so many?
Goblins weren't just easy kills—they ranked among the dungeon's weakest foes.
That very weakness made their drops extraordinarily rare. The Guild might see ten goblin daggers in a year or two.
Yet here lay hundreds—equivalent to decades of supply.
Had someone described this scenario yesterday, Eina would've dismissed it as *absurd*.
No one could possibly be this lucky.
"Bell-kun, how many goblins did you slay today?"
Bell gestured at the surrounding daggers and quoted a number.
"Two hundred eighty-four total."
That figure alone defied logic.
The dungeon's first floor *didn't spawn goblins in such numbers. Monster respawns followed fixed intervals—three daily waves of roughly a dozen each.
How did 284 happen?
Eina took a steadying breath before asking gravely:
"Bell-kun, did you encounter a Monster Party in the dungeon?"
"...Does Miss Eina think Monster Parties occur on the first floor?"
Monster Parties—the dungeon's unique phenomenon where *entire hordes spawn simultaneously. But these only manifested below the third floor, never at the entrance.
Historical evidence proved a first-floor Monster Party would've *destroyed the dungeon's entrance ages ago
Eina recognized her mistake, but that left...
How to explain 284 goblins?
Even a Monster Party didn't produce such numbers. Moreover, no *Level 2 adventurer* could survive that onslaught.
"Then how did you encounter so many goblins?"
Truthfully, Bell didn't understand either. While he'd noticed the excessive experience gain, the goblins hadn't appeared all at once.
"I'm not certain.
After killing *four or five, I'd rest briefly before another wave appeared.
The exception was midday when I paused to eat.
After that extended break, goblins respawned within minutes."
Eina studied him intently.
These details and numbers pointed to *one inescapable conclusion*:
The dungeon was responding to Bell.
The respawn intervals, the lunch break... everything seemed to synchronize with his pace.
But Eina couldn't be sure. Nothing this bizarre had ever happened before.
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