Chapter 962: Chapter 962: The Reunion of the Three-Digit Adventurers
In just three days, the gates of Orario had fully opened, and a large-scale settlement had already formed dozens of kilometers beyond its walls.
To accomplish all of this in such a short time was nothing short of an architectural miracle.
Of course, this wasn’t solely the achievement of the Orario-made familias; a significant portion of the credit also went to the people who had gathered from all over the world. They had come prepared to live here for a while, each bringing materials to construct temporary shelters.
Still, three days was too short. It was not enough time for people from all corners of the world to gather here.
But this was not much of a problem.
After all, Bell had never claimed that creating a world would happen quickly. The time was sufficient for people from all over the world to gather.
At noon today, a black projection appeared on the vast canvas of the sky.
Everyone who saw it stopped what they were doing.
"Everyone, stop! It seems like something big is happening again!"
Adventurers and craftsmen, still working hard to build shelters on the outskirts of Orario, all turned their gaze to the black screen in the sky.
Just a few days ago, the conquest of the dungeon had begun with this very black screen.
Three days ago, it was on this screen that the Black Dragon’s threat had ended, and numerous astonishing announcements had been made.
Now the screen had appeared again, clearly signaling another major event.
"Everyone, come sit down. It should be starting soon."
"Another big announcement, huh?"
"Yeah, I think this time it might be even bigger."
Indeed, those who had gathered in Orario were already aware that the world was going to be rebuilt. Otherwise, people from all over the world wouldn’t be rushing here with such urgency.
No one wanted to be the one left behind.
Moreover, once this world was abandoned, how could those left behind survive?
With the gods leaving, there was a chance even the world itself might face future problems.
Thus, everyone present understood that in this massive shift in the world, the wisest course of action was to go with the flow.
Following the majority was undoubtedly the right choice—would the gods really lead them astray?
And if the gods truly wanted to exclude them, they wouldn’t have announced the need for a world reconstruction in the first place.
Wouldn’t abandoning them outright be quicker?
Everyone understood this logic, and that’s why they were so actively moving toward Orario.
Now, everyone who had already settled temporarily in Orario looked up at the black screen in the sky.
This time, the gods hadn’t all gathered at the Tower of Babel. Instead, most of them were at home with their children, watching the projection of the screen in their familias’ living rooms.
Soon, the image appeared.
It showed a home with a warm, lived-in atmosphere.
The camera slowly panned, revealing a table. As it moved upward, three figures sitting around it came into view.
Two young women sat across from each other, while the only male was seated in the middle.
"It’s been three days, Miss Ryougi."
Shiki Ryougi’s gaze shifted to Bell. After a brief moment of observation, she made a confirming remark.
"Three days. You’ve managed to stabilize yourself to this extent. And unlike our gradual growth, your rate of development is... rather rapid."
Bell was fully aware of this and found it to be quite a headache.
"I know. There was a time when I was troubled by accumulating strength, but now I’m more concerned with controlling its growth."
Although it sounded a bit boastful, Bell was genuinely struggling to suppress his growth at that very moment. "Ever since I crossed into triple digits, I can feel my connection to ’Human History’ growing stronger. It must be sensing the existence of ’Hope,’ trying to establish a link with me."
"You are a uniquely contradictory entity. No wonder ’Human History’ reacted so strongly when it sensed you."
Shiki Ryougi nodded slightly, showing a clear understanding of the situation.
"Hope" wasn’t merely rare—it was the "only one."
Moreover, Shiki Ryougi understood just how extraordinary Bell, this unique individual, truly was. With a human Spiritual Rank, and possessing both ’Chaos’ and ’Order,’ this one person embodied the entirety of "Human History."
And because of "Hope," he was destined to lead the gods, the world, and humanity out of destruction. All these attributes combined meant that "Human History" could never afford to ignore him.
"But it’s precisely because you’re such a contradictory entity that the ’Miniature World’ couldn’t, or rather, dared not, observe you. Without these conditions, rebuilding the world would just be a self-imposed cage."
"You’re right. That’s why I can’t rely on ’Human History’ to leap into double digits. If I did, it would sever my very foundation."
Shiki Ryougi raised an eyebrow.
"So you’re still thinking about single digits?"
Hearing this, Shiki Ryougi confirmed her previous suspicion: Bell wasn’t merely focused on reaching double digits, he was thinking of something higher.
Bell didn’t deny this. After all, if the opportunity truly presented itself, he could certainly aim higher.
But the single-digit realm felt too distant, and even double digits seemed far off. For now, Bell wouldn’t focus on crossing those thresholds.
Even reaching double digits would require prolonged accumulation, moving at his own pace, not relying on the gift of "Human History."
Now that Bell had the conditions, the opportunity, and the right environment, thinking of higher positions was just an afterthought.
If the chance came, who wouldn’t dream of "Why should kings and nobles be born of noble blood?"
Of course, for now, it remained just a thought for Bell.
"If the chance arises, I’d like to try. But of course, I won’t overestimate my abilities. It’s just a thought for now."
"You, my dear, should probably focus on breaking into double digits first before worrying about that."
Shiki Ryougi shook her head slightly. She knew these words didn’t carry much weight at the moment—after all, the pursuit of power was an instinct shared by everyone.
Even herself.
If the chance really did come, she too would be tempted to take it.
"Let’s focus on the main topic today."
"Hmm, agreed."
The conversation was about to turn to the real matter at hand.
