Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Its pupils gleamed with a crimson light, as if it were eyeing its prey.

Everything around me felt so unfamiliar.

Roars, panting, running, crashing—countless sounds flooded Bell's ears at that moment.

fear--

An overwhelming sense of fear enveloped Bell at that moment.

"Gah!"

With a grotesque squeak like a duck being choked, the goblin emerged from the wall like a flea, crawling on all fours and clutching its club. Suddenly, it sprang forward, lunging towards Bell.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Faced with the onrushing goblin, Bell let out a scream. Driven by the instinct to survive, he bent his body downwards, turning into a rolling wheel, and swung his club around.

In the blink of an eye, Bell rolled across the ground like a tire, then quickly regained his balance and ran away into the distance.

Bell had no idea where he was running to. With monsters constantly emerging all around him, Bell could only use all the strength in his body to desperately escape.

Even though their breathing had become rapid and their thighs had begun to go numb, they had to escape, they absolutely had to escape.

Otherwise, if you are surrounded by monsters, there will only be one outcome: death.

However, just as Bell was looking behind him in great fear to see if the monster was catching up, a beast's claw appeared in front of Bell without warning.

"Boom--!"

A loud impact suddenly rang out, carrying a gust of wind that spread in all directions.

The terrifying blow landed heavily on Bell's abdomen, the powerful force causing his stomach to churn violently, directly rupturing it.

Feeling such pain, Bell couldn't even scream or cry out. Under the immense force, he crashed heavily against the wall like a kite with a broken string.

A sharp pain shot through Bell's back, making his mind go blank and nearly causing him to lose consciousness.

But at this moment, Bell would rather lose consciousness.

A sense of utter despair, that there was absolutely no chance of survival, welled up in his heart.

Countless monsters appeared from the surrounding walls, and in just a few seconds, the passage ahead was filled with monsters.

The intense pain and overwhelming fear prevented Bell from even gripping the dagger in his hand.

Am I really going to die here?

As Bell watched the monsters constantly emerging in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Is it really going to end like this before the encounter even began?"

Bell tried to struggle, to stand up and fight the monsters, but fear and despair robbed him of any power to resist.

Unable to muster any strength, he could only watch helplessly as the monster approached him step by step.

Mo Wumen's gaze, fixed on his prey, was utterly mocking the arrogance of the adventurer named Bell.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, your servant is nothing but an arrogant and conceited adventurer who hasn't even realized his own strength before heading towards such a dangerous place."

In that final moment, Bell was filled with countless regrets. He remembered Hestia's eyes looking at him as if they were looking at a priceless treasure.

He remembered how Hestia had treated him like family.

But he didn't take these things to heart at all, so recklessly disregarding his own life, betraying the expectations of the God, and barging into a floor that he shouldn't have been on.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

The demon's claws were already raised high in front of him, and his consciousness would likely vanish into nothingness in the next second.

With that thought in mind, Bell closed his eyes.

"Whoosh—!"

As if responding to Bear Grylls's intense will to survive, a cold, sharp blade flashed past.

“Puff——!”

The monster standing in front of Bell had its heart pierced instantly.

The scalding liquid splashed all over Bell's face.

"I'm alive!"

Bell's heart pounded as he felt the scalding liquid.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Bell was completely stunned, as if he had suffered an unimaginable shock.

What kind of figure was that? His heart nearly stopped at that moment.

The boy was soaked in blood, whether his own or that of a demon.

The stark white bones were visible to the naked eye, exposed in the air.

The leg twisted under some kind of heavy blow.

The swords and knives were deeply embedded in his body.

The axe blade savagely cleaved into his shoulder.

The arrow cruelly pierced through the boy's right eye socket.

The spear pierced through his entire abdomen.

The grappling hooks gripped his back tightly.

He could see almost every weapon that Bell could imagine on Shirou Emiya.

Burns from flames.

The scorching heat of thunder.

Frostbite from the cold ice.

Damage from the impact of the heavy hammer.

The tearing marks from the sharp claws.

A cut from the blade.

The wound from the spear.

Burns from corrosive liquid.

All the injuries Bale had ever seen and never seen before were reflected on his body.

The blood had almost completely dried up.

However, even under these circumstances, a weak yet extremely concerned voice came from the boy in front of Bell.

"How are you?----"

It's not like I'm okay now, it's you who doesn't know how badly you're injured.

Just by looking at it, Bell could feel the unbearable pain.

If I were to suffer such injuries, I would probably die before I could even let out a cry of pain.

Yet he still stood before him, shielding him from the endless demons.

What kind of person would care about the safety of others even when they themselves are so seriously injured?

He could feel the immense weakness emanating from the boy in front of him.

It was as if every step he took required all his strength, and every swing of his weapon would send him crashing to the ground the next second.

Bell's heart clenched violently at that moment; he had no idea how to describe his feelings.

Despite being so badly injured, and almost unable to take a step forward, he still did his best to save a complete stranger.

However, before Bell could react...

A tearing sound came from in front of him.

“Puff——!”

Blood splattered into the sky at that moment.

The rat-men surged forward and were easily torn apart by the boy's weak, limping wielding of the blade.

“Puff——!”

Another crisp tearing sound rang out as the orc, roaring as he lunged at the boy, had his head severed.

"Roar--!"

The werewolf, its claws outstretched, suddenly appeared on the wall behind Bell, letting out a terrifying howl.

Bell felt an indescribable chill at that moment.

The next second, before Bell could even blink.

“Puff——!”

A tearing sound came from in front of Bell.

But he did not feel any pain.

He looked ahead, bewildered. The boy, despite his extreme weakness, unleashed unimaginable speed, shielding him with his body.

The sound of flesh being torn apart came from behind the boy.

Then——

"brush--!"

The werewolf was thus slain.

Chapter 507 Heroes

At that moment, Bell remembered what his grandfather had told him.

If there is any qualification to be called a hero—it is neither the one who wields a sword, nor the one who raises a shield, nor even the one who casts healing spells. Only those who risk their lives can be called heroes.