A/N: I felt that while Bell was really badass, he was also pretty much a scaredy cat when it comes to things bigger and stronger than him, I aim to fix that in this Fic. This is pretty much me twisting Bell into Kirito at his worst. Those of you that have read my Absolute Duo Fic can expect the same here so be warned.

I am aware that Bell lived in a village in the past with his grandfather but here he has always been in Orario. I don't know much more so bare with me. I base some of my information off Wikipedia and other sites so I apologize in advance if I get something wrong. This story also goes on a far different path from the Anime. For more information see the author's note at the bottom.

A long, long time ago, Gods came down to this world, the world of us, their children, seeking excitement. They then decided that they would live here with us forever in the lower world. They decided to seal their divine power and enjoy life with all the hardships and inconvenience that it entailed. They are only able to offer us one thing, the power to fight monsters which was called their blessing. The children given this power became their servants, their Familia.

Or at least, that is the story we were told...

His parents died while he was young and without any relatives to take care of him, he was orphaned. Without a way to pay the rent, the landlord kicked him off the property. He lived on the streets and had to learn to fend for myself, he didn't have friends either because the other kids would shun him as a dirty peasant. Begging didn't work so Bell had to live smart and he learned that stealing from the stalls only caused more problems than it was worth. It was then that he looked to other alternatives, he became a cutpurse, stealing the Valis off unsuspecting citizens.

A few months back, when Bell was still on the road begging for scraps, he had stupidly trusted a man that tried to sell him a map to a secret treasure trove for five hundred Valis. Bell saved up the amount for months before he went searching for the man and bought the map. Once he got the map, Bell followed the instructions as best as he could and ended up in a shallow lake with no signs of civilization in sight.

He started digging, but the water kept flooding in. He kept on diving and digging, clinging onto the hope that his suffering would end once he found the treasure. Bell eventually hit bedrock and his heart sank. He knew that he had reached the bottom and questioned where the treasure was. He dashed back to Orario to find the man, when he finally found him, the man was speaking to another person with the exact same map in hand.

Bell put two and two together and he realized he had been tricked. His stomach rumbled as it longed for food that it would not receive. He was angry, he had been cheated of what little money he had left. He was angry at the man and himself for believing him. The city suddenly looked more gloom, after being scammed, Bell now saw the darkness within the city. He lost what remained of his childish naivety as he remembered the painful grumbling of his stomach on those cold nights where he fasted to save up for the map.

He started to watch as people got pickpocketed, it was subtle and quick, but the man would bump into them for a moment, slip his hand into their pocket while they still had the sensation of being bumped and pull out whatever valuables he could grab. Bell started to practice it with a dummy and train his speed. He put in different shaped rocks to simulate coins or gems, with the occasional dirt ball to simulate garbage not worth stealing.

Bell continued to train and watch, but found it difficult to execute, so he instead found an old kitchen knife from the trash and grinded it against a rock until it was sharp. He had observed that people often had a pouch hanging from their belts which was where they stored their Valis for convenience. Bell found after a few attempts on drunks, he found that the knife was too bulky to be easily concealed and instead found a piece of metal

Bell grinded the metal into an icicle shape and used it as a shiv. Further testing proved its versatility as it slid easily in and out of Bell's hand. He trained with drunks until he was confident in his skills and moved on to trying it on the street. His first target was a busy door to door salesman. He walked past him as he was peddling his wares and slit the thread holding the pouch to the belt. The pouch fell and Bell quickly caught it with one hand and sheathed the shiv with the other.

He continued walking and acting natural with the pouch in his pocket, slipping into an alley under the cover of the crowd where he started to head home. Back in his small hideout, Bell opened the pouch up and was greeted by a bounty of Valis, the salesman had just begun his rounds so it wasn't much, but it was a decent amount. He counted five hundred Valis and jumped for joy, the amount would feed him for a good number of days.

Bell continued his stealing spree, getting better and better. He eventually got to a point where he could afford to eat at stalls and restaurants. He got new clothes from a clothier with the money he saved up and worked diligently to keep it clean.

Bell also had to learn to fight with a dagger because of the thieves in the city. He wasn't the one getting robbed however, no, he was the one robbing the thieves. Every so often, he would catch a thief in the act while he was stealing and follow them back to their hideout. The thieves usually kept their bounty on them and Bell stalked them till they slept, silently slitting their throats and taking their Valis.

Every so often one of the attempts would go wrong and Bell would be forced to fight, which is why he trained himself in combat, the thieves were usually unaccustomed to battle and could be easily outmatched by someone who actually trained. He had to be quick witted as a thief which gave him an edge in battle because he could utilize that to quickly know which counter to use on the enemy.

Bell was no idiot and never stole from Adventurers, he knew how strong they were, but got lucky and looted some magic stones off the thieves he killed who were stupid enough to try. He traded them in at the Guild and got big payouts from them. He was amazed by the amount of Valis just one tiny fragment was worth and pushed himself even harder, training until he could steal heavier loads with extreme precision and speed.

When he became confident he was good enough to do it, Bell started to stalk the Adventurers that frequented the dungeon. Most of them went to the Guild and traded the stones in before they headed to the bar to drink till the dawn, those were usually looted by the bar maidens already though, making them not worth the effort. He continued watching and eventually he found one that never drank too heavily because he cashed his stones in at the end of the day. Bell followed the man closely in the alley, with his senses dulled, the Adventurer could not detect Bell as he swiped the pouch of magic stones. He ran off with all his might in fear that he was detected at the last minute, not daring to look back.

When he was a good distance away, Bell listened for footsteps and heard none. He breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the pouch and found a litter of magic stones yet to be traded in, the Adventurer had been a low level one and had not farmed up much, but to him, it was a lot. Bell quickly ran to his hideout in the church basement and spread out his stones on a slab of rock.

The drawers in the Guild had weights in them that automatically told the banker the weight of the crystals and thus how much to payout. Magic stones could be traded in at ten Valis a gram, meaning that a bag of crystals at around two hundred grams would be worth two thousand Valis. This excited Bell and he quickly used a scale he found in the trash to find out the weight of his crystals. He found that the pouch had about three hundred grams, worth three thousand Valis.

Bell was happy, no he was beyond elated, three thousand Valis would last him ages! Bell knew however, that only official Adventurers could trade in magic stones because entrance was forbidden to the public. He could either hold on to them for some time or find a partner. He chose to keep them because of the risks having a partner involved and buried them in a small box he had. His time on the streets taught him that the only one you could trust was yourself.

The years slowly passed and Bell grew up, honing his skills of thievery as he stole. He eventually managed to furnish the basement with a coat rack, wardrobe, table and sofa. They were stolen from thieves homes or from the trash though, so they were old and damaged, but they served their tasks.

He also managed to replace the candles with an oil lamp, it was outdated compared to the lamps that lined the streets which ran on magic stones, but it provided enough light to see. Bell had also disassembled a bed and brought it in, it was a double bed, meaning that he would have plenty of space to sleep in.

As he matured, Bell realized how broken the economy of Orario was due to the availability of magic stones because presence of the dungeon. A hearty meal cost at most two thousand Valis, whereas a common enchanted dagger could cost upwards of five hundred thousand Valis. It was quite a broken system, but it somehow worked out. Bell had also upgraded his shiv to an actual one, rather than the makeshift one he created. It was sharper and camouflaged so the risk of being caught was greatly reduced.

He was overall satisfied with his lodgings and small fortune in magic stones. Bell decided to head out and join a Familia, though it would be difficult considering most of them recognized him as a scoundrel because he usually skulked around the areas of the city that were filled with con-artists and crooks.

After spending the day going through most of the Familia groups, Bell gave up and decided to head home. They all were either suspicious of him, had no need for weaklings or were out dungeoning. He laid on his bed and tried to think. He wanted to gain access to the magic stones section of the Guild, but the only way to do that was to be an Adventurer… It was then that it hit him, Bell thought back to the sign in front of the Guild's magic stone section.

'Only those who ventured into the depths of the dungeon and slayed a beast may enter.'

It obviously was referring to Adventurers, but it didn't state it explicitly, meaning that if he could enter the dungeon and kill something, he would gain access to the section and could go back to stealing. He wouldn't mind the change of pace, but stealing was what he was accustomed with.

Bell slept in anticipation of the next day. When he got up, he did some basic stretches and packed a basic provisions bag before setting off for the dungeon. He put on a black cloak and headed down the dungeon. As expected, the mobs there were simple Slimes which Bell easily outwitted and killed with his superior agility. Their transparent bodies allowed him to see their crystal cores clearly as well.

Bell was surprised the guards let him go through the dungeon doors, but he figured that he gave off the aura of a killer which intimidated them into thinking that he was an Adventurer. He continued to grind the Slimes and collect the puny magic stones they dropped. The mobs lacked the challenge he thought they would pose and he decided to head out.

On his way out, Bell saw a crimson light shining in a corner of the dungeon room and headed towards it. There he saw a strange insignia which reminded him of the key his parents had left him. He had brought it along in the hopes that he would finally find what it was for. Bell took the key out of his pack and looked at it, sure enough, the same insignia was engraved on the key.

The insignia was a circle with an eleven point star within it. Bell brought the key to the glowing insignia and a keyhole appeared, he inserted the key and twisted it. A rumbling sound was heard as age old mechanisms started to move. An area of the wall was pulled back and to the sides to reveal a room. Bell's gut told him to leave and never return, but his inner thief's curiosity won and he ventured into the room with caution.

What he found in the room was a dirty old book on a grey pedestal. He picked it up and the once dark and dusty room lit up with a blood red glow, all the dust seemingly disappearing. A demonic voice began to echo within the room as it spoke to Bell.

"Son of Cranel, we have long awaited your arrival as it was predicted in the ancient scriptures!"

"Who are you, what ancient scriptures do you speak of?!"

"We are the forbidden ones, what your kind would call demons. The scriptures we speak of are timeworn writings that predict the happenings of the mortal world. They foretold the coming of a Cranel descendant that would free us from our prison at the bottom of the dungeon."

"Why would I free you? You are supposed to be demons!"

"It would seem that you have been deceived by them… Allow us to enlighten you on the lies you have been told…"

The room's glow suddenly intensified tenfold as an influx of knowledge invaded Bell's head, contradicting all that he knew. The Gods that supposedly granted people blessings were not what they seemed to be. There were two different stories, one the Gods told, and the truth.

The Gods said they sacrificed their divine power to seal the demons at the bottom of the dungeon, once a vessel of a God reached the bottom and activated the seal, the demons would be permanently banished from the realm.

The truth however, was that these Gods were fallen angels that had rebelled and killed off the real Gods, including Bell's grandfather Zeus. Unlike what was commonly believed, the Gods and devils worked closely together to maintain order in the world. Zeus reached out to Satan with his dying breath to protect his grandson for he was the key to saving the world. The fallen angels were aware of this and sealed the demons away with the last of their power

Only two managed to escape the confinement, but with their energy supply from hell cut off, they slowly weakened. They spent what was left of their life protecting Bell from the fallen angels and eventually died off when he was young. The voices in his head receded and he half collapsed.

Bell breathed heavily as he tried to process the information that had just been dumped onto him. He felt lonelier than he ever had before, he had been alone in the world before, but now he knew that he stood as the last God as well. The room glowed a dim crimson glow as the voices spoke one final time.

"Good luck Bell Cranel, may we meet again…"

The room was once again shrouded in darkness as Bell regained his senses. He opened up the book and a red panel popped up. It displayed his stats of strength, endurance, dexterity and agility. The magic section however was renamed to powers. His time as a thief gave him high agility and dexterity, but his strength and endurance were low. Under the skills section, there was a single ability.

"Strength: 250

Endurance: 500

Dexterity: 1000

Agility: 1000

Powers: -

Godhood: Rank P"

There was no description of the skill, only showing that it existed and was perfected. Bell clutched the book and left the dungeon, heading back to his church home where he laid in his bed and slept. He awoke the next day and put on his cloak, not even considering his appearance, Bell rushed out of the building and went towards the dungeon. He stole a piece of bread from the pocket of a random passerby, devouring it in mere seconds and entering the dungeon.

"Screw it! Whether it was true or not, I'm going to reach the end of the dungeon and find out the truth myself. I need to find out who or what I really am!"

Immediately upon entering, Bell fought his way to the second floor, intent on balancing out his stats. The enemies were simply larger Slimes with more health, easily cut down by Bell. He was set on his goal of increasing his strength for today, the bigger Slimes being thicker and so harder to cut through. Bell even went as far as tossing the Slimes at one another.

Don't let their size deceive you, Slimes were heavy, the magic stones had compressed the goop they were made of to an extreme extent and making it exceedingly dense. Bell continued his attacks for the rest of the day, no one payed any attention to him, seeing him as just some new Adventurer. Bell had no idea how long it had been, but when he exited the dungeon, it was already pitch black in the city. It was thanks to his trained eye that he was able to get back home safely.

"That training got my strength, agility and dexterity up to 1500, my endurance also increased to 750. Tomorrow will be for training endurance. I should head to the lower floors, the Slimes felt too easy, I'll need something harder to train up endurance."

The next day, Bell headed down to the lower floors and assessed the mobs. He decided to farm Dire Wolves on fifth floor because of their large crystal size compared to the Slimes and he wanted to remain inconspicuous. The wolves dissipated into dark energy as they died, leaving behind only their magic stones. He fought sloppily to conserve stamina and allow his endurance to rise. After a few hours of being attacked by the wolves, Bell decided to check his status and opened up the book.

His read status screen popped up and Bell saw that his endurance and other stats had balanced at 1750. He briefly wondered why he had gained stats so quickly and they were so balanced, dismissing it as part of his Godhood skill. Just as he was about to head home for the day, he heard a loud noise from the distant end of the hallway. Bell drew his daggers and dual wielded them with one in reverse grip.

Out of the darkness emerged a Minotaur, Bell looked at the mob and sized it up to be a mob from at least the fifteenth floor or below. He steeled himself for a moment before realizing that his stats were insanely high, meaning that this would be a simple task. He spun his two daggers and rushed forward, slashing at the beast. With each slash, a red lightning spark flickered in his eyes.

The Minotaur roared as more cuts and gashes opened up around it's body. Bell sliced off its tail jumped up onto his back while it squealed in pain. The brute struggled to get Bell off of itself, but he wrapped his arm around the Minotaur's horns and used them to pull himself up. Bell held his two daggers and stabbed them into the creature's eyes, blinding it and causing blood to gush from the sockets.

The beast cried out in pain as he held his bleeding eye sockets. Bell took the opportunity, to slide down a little and slit the monster's throat, silencing it. The monstrosity collapsed onto the ground and dissipated into dark energy, leaving behind a large magic stone behind along with its horn. Bell pocketed the items and headed out of the dungeon for a shower, the day of battle had covered him in blood and dislodged wolf teeth. He kept all his magic stones and sold the wolf teeth. Bell examined the Minotaur horn back at his home, intrigued by the carvings.

The demons had also bestowed a wealth of knowledge upon Bell. One of these was the ability to read any language. The previously unknown symbols started to make sense to Bell and he was captivated by the information present on the horn. It told of the battles the beast had won and the one it had lost, magically etched onto the horn by the magic stone core.

Another thing he learned was how to smith extremely unique weapons. Bell used the money he got from selling the wolf teeth to buy an anvil and set up a basic forge. He cleared up the debris within the church building and constructed the forge. It was a fairly simple forge, consisting of a smeltery, anvil, oven, cooling trough, grindstone and workbench.

He headed to bed satisfied with what he had accomplished, and fell asleep. That night, Bell dreamt of demons and Gods. The images of the past flashed before him, the great battles playing out in his mind, the knowledge bestowed upon him fully imparted now.

He saw as the olympian Gods fell, fighting off the fallen angels from all sides. The left was led by Zeus, his grandfather and the God of Lightning, and the right led by Ares, the God of War. The front was led by Heracles, Son of Zeus, and the back was led by Poseidon, God of Seas. All residents of Olympus fought to protect their home from the near endless swarm of fallen angels and their minions. The angels fought from the back, leaving their summoned minions to do their fighting.

Zeus led Demeter, Goddess of Fertility, Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, Athena, God of Wisdom, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Dionysus, God of Wine, Eileithyia, Goddess of Childbirth, Harmonia, Goddess of Concord, Horae, Warden of Olympus, and Hera, his wife.

Zeus fired off lightning bolts at the dark angel's minions with Hera at his side. utilizing the abilities of his fellow Gods to hold them back. Athena helped him to plan and aim, Aphrodite charmed the minions, Dionysus made their ranged fighters drunk, Harmonia kept the fighter's morale up while the rest used the weapons Hephaestus forged to fend off the attackers.

Ares led Artemis, Goddess of Hunt, Deimos, God of Terror, Phobos, God of Fear, Enyo, Goddess of Warfare, Eris, Goddess of Discord, Apollo, God of Light, Eos, Personification of Dawn, Helios, Personification of the Sun, Kratos, Personification of Power, Nemesis, Goddess of Retribution, Nike, Goddess of Victory

Ares led the strongest front, with the goal of annihilating the enemy and moving to assist the other sides. Enyo fought with him side by side, Artemis fired off arrow after arrow at the fallen angel minions, Deimos and Phobos worked together with Eris to disrupt the attacker's morale, Apollo, Eos and Helios used their power to blind foes while the front liners took them down. Kratos was cutting at the front lines with his chain knifes, dishing out combo after combo at them, Nike fought at the back and raised the Gods' morale.

Heracles led Eros, God of Beauty, Hebe, Goddess of Youth, Pan, God of Nature, Bia, Personification of Force, Circe and Hecate, Goddesses of Magic, Momus, God of Satire, Perseus, Slayer of Medusa, Styx, Goddess of the River Styx, Tyche, Goddess of Luck.

Heracles fought off the enemies with support from Perseus and Bia. Eros and Hebe coordinated together to turn some of the minions to their side, Circe and Hecate were the spellcasters of the group, firing off spells while buffing allies, Momus and Styx used weapons forged by Hephaestus to aid in the defence while Tyche imbued them with luck.

Poseidon led Aeolus, King of Winds, Anemoi, Personification of the Four Winds, Aura, Goddess of Cool Breezes, Dione, Oceanid, Triton, Messenger of the Seas, Ganymede, Cupbearer, Hypnos, God of Sleep, Morpheus, God of Dreams, Leto, Titaness of the Unseen, Nyx, Goddess of Night, Zelus, Personification of Emulation and Amphitrite, his wife.

Poseidon led the strongest group, defending the front of Mount Olympus from the fallen angels. His power over the sea was boosted by Aeolus, Anemoi, Aura, Dione, Triton and Amphitrite, they all used their divine power to boost his attacks and knock out the enemies large armies. Hypnos, Morpheus, Zelus, Leto and Nyx worked together to knock out the stragglers while Ganymede took them out.

Hephaestus was working hard on his forge near the top of the mountain, repairing the weapons as the Gods fought. He worked day and night, creating weapons, shields and lightning bolts. Hermes and Iris were going as fast as they could, delivering the supplies to them. Asclepius and Paean headed from one front to another, treating the injuries of the fighting Gods.

Thanatos, God of Death, headed to the underworld to get the support of Hades and his legion of unholy troops. He had received orders from Zeus to bring his grandson along as well for he was too young to fight. Bell's father and mother stayed behind and fought at Zeus' side.

On the fallen angel's side, their forces consisted of dark troops created from the evil of humans. Each front was led by fifty-five fallen angels. Fifty average ones and five Watchers. The left was led by Azazel, Kokabiel, Bezaliel, Sathariel and Batariel. The right was led by Tamiel, Barquiel, Zadiel, Ananiel and Ramiel. The front was led by Chaz-Aqiel, Turiel, Yomiel, Arakiel and Penemue. The front was led by Semyaza, Amazarak, Gadreel, Akibeel and Shamsiel.

The power of the fallen angels slowly whittled down the divine power of the Gods and they got more and more injured. Their weapons got more and more worn, their armor more and more damaged, their shields more and more dented, slowly but surely, the Gods fell. The battle raged for days and nights as the Gods fell one by one, pushed back by the never ending swarm of fallen angel minions.

The only silver lining was that for every ally that fell, Nemesis got stronger, utilizing his powers to further strengthen himself. For all his strength, he could not protect his allies, inevitably he and Zeus were pushed back to the top of Mount Olympus.

They were the two remaining Gods of Mount Olympus, even Hephaestus, Hermes and Iris took up arms as things got grimmer. Asclepius and Paean tried the best they could to keep the other Gods alive and fighting, giving their own divine power in order to save others.

Zeus looked to Nemesis and saw as the legion of dark troops scaled the mountain, destroying the buildings and decorations along the way. He resolved himself to take down as many foes as he could and spoke to Nemesis.

"Goddess of Retribution, put all your power into one last attack and take down as many of them as you can."

"But what of Mount Olympus?!"

"I'm afraid there is nothing more we can do… I can only hope that Thanatos made it…"

"It has been an honour to fight at your side Zeus."

'I wonder where Gods go when they die…'

With that thought, Zeus grabbed the last of his lightning bolts and called upon the last of his power to empower them. Though supercharged lightning bolts took out a good amount of enemies, more would just take their place. He managed to delay the dark troops for hours, but eventually he too fell, giving Nemesis one final boost. With teary eyes, Nemesis unleashed all her power in a final desperate attempt to kill off the fallen angels.

A large explosion engulfed the entire mountain and two miles around it, severely damaging the landscape and any living thing within the radius. All the fallen angels critically injured, but most managed to recover using the life force of others, sacrificing some so that others could live. They took a head count in order to determine their losses.

The result of the battle was only one surviving resident of the now non-existent Mount Olympus and a hundred and twenty surviving fallen angels. They had lost four of the Watchers and over a million dark troops but successfully conquered Mount Olympus. The fallen angels then headed to the gates of Hell, located deep underground, where they sealed it and used most of their power to protect with a dungeon until they could regain enough of their strength to take down Hell.

Thanatos tried to delay the sealing as long as he could in order for Hades to gather his army but soon fell, only managing to protect Bell by sending him to be with the two gate guardian devils and ordering them to protect the boy with their lives. The gate was sealed and they were cut off from their source of energy.

With the last of their power, the fallen angels disguised themselves as the Gods they had slain, altering their forms to appeal to humans. Changing men into women that suited different tastes, weak men into buff ones and even some creatures. The fallen angels went into hiding, eventually creating a Bless system to leech power off strong humans that they trained in the dungeon.

Bell woke up the next day in silence, rage filled him, but he suppressed it to focus his thoughts.

'I will avenge my fallen comrades one fallen angel at a time, I now know why I was given the knowledge on how to make magic stone weapons. They are the only things which can harm fallen angels.'

Bell got out of bed and headed to his forge. He started it up and tossed all the magic stones he had into the smeltery, creating a purple glowing molten liquid that he poured into a custom dagger mold he had made while he waited for the crystals to melt.

Bell removed the dark purple translucent blank that was created and sharpened it on the grindstone. The dagger glowed a dark purple and light passed through it's transparent blade. Magic stone weapons could only be created in a single piece or they would break too easily.

The dagger Bell created was curved, its blade curved outward and had a serrated edge with a slight protrusion at the back. The bottom of the blade had another protrusion that was downward and the handle was curved inwards, making it easy to use in reverse grip. The bottom of the handle also had a miniature guillotine for added versatility.

Bell admired his weapon as it glowed, giving off a mystic aura and practiced spinning it. He did a few practice swings to get a feel of the weapon before heading off into the dungeon. The guards were afraid of him, the aura he released was more intimidating to them because the previous day, he came out of the dungeon soaked in blood and scars. They immediately parted for his entrance, afraid of what would happen if they tried to bar his path.

The mobs melted like butter against such a superior weapon and Bell relocated to the seventeenth floor to fight stronger mobs, which is where he fought the Centaurs. They were beasts that consisted of a man's torso and a horse's body. The Centaurs wielded crossbows and war axes. They provided a slight fight, but became easier and easier as Bell became stronger.

The day ended and Bell headed home, he tossed the magic stones he had gathered into the smeltery and forged a second dagger, similar to the first. He got a good grip on them and tried wielding both at once. It felt strange at first, but after spending the next day training Bell got used to it.

He wanted to try his new weapons on one of the fallen angel's minions, the Familia. They were supposed to be blessed with resistance to most mundane weapons and he wanted to see how his daggers would fare. So the next day, Bell went into the dungeon and waited for an averagely skilled Familia party to come along on the tenth floor. He stalked them until one of them split off from the main group, following closely behind and stabbing him in the back.

The dagger went in with little resistance, as if the armor was but a cloth and his skin, the air. It seemed that once forged into weapons, the magic stones gained arcane properties which greatly weakened those fallen angel in nature. The man struggled for air as Bell wrapped his arm around his neck to prevent him from alerting his allies. Bell was satisfied with his test and stabbed his dagger into the man's heart from the front, silencing him for good.

'One less Adventurer is one less enemy Hades and his forces will face, it is best that I take them out when convenient. '

He escaped the scene of the crime and headed back home to take a break, the past few days of vigorous training had taken a toll on him. A few hours passed and Bell decided to head to the bar where he heard whispers of a certain murder that had happened in the dungeon. He ordered the usual large plate of spaghetti with rum and wolfed it down, the fatigue making him feel hungrier.

He finished his meal and decided to have a drink while listening to the town gossip, he found out that some dangerous creatures had escaped from the arena owned by the Ganesha Familia. The news intrigued him and he went to hunt down the beasts. Bell questioned one of the colosseum workers first to find out what he should go after and discovered the strongest mob would be the armored Silverback, which was essentially a giant albino ape.

He found it rampaging around Daedalus Street and threw a rock at it to get its attention. The great beast roared and started to attack Bell. It opened its attack by tossing a chunk of concrete at him and charging. Bell easily jumped out of the way of the projectile and evaded the Silverback's charge. It smashed into the wall and he used the opportunity to climb up its back, the monster removed itself from the wall and tried to get him off its back.

Bell got onto the giant's head and brought his daggers down. The two daggers stabbed deep into the flesh and he twisted them as he tore them out, maximizing the pain and blood loss from the wounds. The creature cried out in pain as it tried to smash Bell, its large armored fist came at him but he dodged at the last minute. The SIlverback couldn't stop his attack in time and ended up hitting his own head. Bell landed on its mouth and proceeded to stab its eyes out while it was still stunned.

The great ape screamed in agony as it lost both its eyes, without sight, the monster started going on a rampage, destroying buildings and smashing into walls at random. Bell jumped off the creature and waited for an opening. The blind primate eventually tripped and fell, he utilized the opportunity and jumped onto its neck, slashing at it over and over again in order to get through the thick flesh. The albino flinched more and more as Bell carved deeper and deeper, causing more and more blood to gush out. With each slash, red lightning sparks flickered in his eyes.

Resistance from the Silverback became weaker and weaker as it slowly died. When it finally stopped moving, Bell got off and sheathed his daggers. The monster dissipated into dark energy, leaving behind an enormous magic stone. The crowd cheered as the mob died and rejoyced over their survival. Bell hoisted the crystal over his shoulder and started to walk away, but stopped when he heard someone call out to him.

"Hey you! Leave that here to pay for all the damages you caused!"

Bell put down the crystal and started to walk away. The man posed victoriously as he thought of the money he had saved in repairing his house. The man blinked and Bell disappeared from his sight. Feeling a dagger pressed at his throat, the man looked down and saw a glowing purple dagger that barely drew blood against his neck, he looked behind and saw Bell.

"Listen here, what do you think would have happened if I didn't take the Silverback down? I bet most of the people still alive here wouldn't be. You can argue that another Adventurer would have come along and slain it, but how many lives would have been lost in that time? Who's to say he will even defeat the beast? You'd better rethink what you just said or I will have to teach you how to be grateful…"

"Don't do anything too rash okay? I'm sorry, thank you for saving my life! Feel free to take the entire crystal with you!"

"Good."

Bell kicked the man to the pavement and walked to pick up his magic stone. Hoisting it onto his shoulder once more, he walked off in silence back to his hideout.

A/N: That's the end of the first chapter! Honestly, the Silverback died too easily in the Anime so I made it tougher here. This will likely be a four chapter story which I will update when the Anime is at Episode 7, 10. The fourth update will likely be a week after Episode 13 but no promises, so see you next time! Make sure to follow, review and check out my other stories and poll.