And So, Bell Cranel Became a Hero

Description: Bell's Grandfather had a more impactful role in the boy's early life until his disappearance. Bell, with his newfound morals and dreams, and the help of an unexpected Goddess, starts his own journey to become a Hero like the one in the stories of his gramps.

Tags: Mature, Action, Romance[Harem]. Adventure.

Setting: Bell's 15 years old instead of 14, Zeus had a more impactful live in the boy's early life and actually did more than just teach Bell his lecherous ways.

Mature Story/Harem: There are GRAPHIC scenes in this story which include gore'ish scenes and smut/lemons/limes. Both of this are important parts of the story. The Harem will be large due to influences you'll read about later on.

Prologue: And So, The Boy Started his Journey

- Prologue

Gone.

The man that had taken care of him for the past fifteen years was gone, just like that.

"I'll be back before you know it" The man had said, but he didn't return that week.

Or the next week, or the week after that.

On the first week, he ignored the voices in his head, knowing that the mam would be back with yet another story about a town next over and the ladies in it, boasting about some false and incredibly inaccurate recount of the hunt.

By the second week, he was starting to doubt more and more, none of hunts took longer than a week except for the mid-winter ones that miss Kat would help with.

As the third week passed, he had come to terms with and 'sucked it up' as the man would often say.

A knock on the door, a slight faint of hope as he dashed to open it.

"Hello Bell... we need to talk" The chief of the village, a lanky bald man in his late sixties, said as he pushed the door open with his walking cane.

Bell knew what was coming, moving aside and guiding the older man towards a pair of chairs by the living room.

The chief sighed deeply as he took a seat, his cane coming to rest on his lap as he looked straight into the eyes of the young man who was already sitting ahead.

"There is no easy way to say this young Bell" The chief started "the group that your grandfather was part of were found missing, all that remains in the area were gore, cloth scraps and some of their trinkets…"

Bell sucked in air, his face contorting as he tried to hold the tears in as his fears were confirmed.

"Martha and I have decided to take you in seeing as you're the only one who doesn't have anyone else to take care of you" The chief looked away for a moment "that is if miss Kat doesn't take you in first and only if you wish to, we're not trying to replace your grandfather but merely give you a place where you won't feel alone"

Bell nodded, not trusting himself to speak without breaking down then and there.

"Irina would be overjoyed that her 'big brother' came to live with us, if you so wish to" The chief sighed deeper "Sorry for being so blunt, Bell"

Bell shook his head, he preferred being told the truth and if it had to be done bluntly, he'd take it.

"Chief" Bell sniffed "could you give me the night to think about this...?"

"Of course, you already know where to find us" The older man nodded and stood up with a bit of difficulty, his hand coming to rest on the white-haired teen's head "Be strong, Bell"

Bell nodded again, accompanying the man to the door and waving him good-bye with a bitter smile, once the door was closed Bell let his head thunk against it as his knees failed him.

"you... stupid... old... man" Bell sniffed, refusing to break down but couldn't help the soft hiccups and tears that escaped him "why..."

Stand up boy, ladies hate weak willed men.

Bell's head thunked against the door again.

The man who had taken care of him since he was one year old, whom he had looked up to, who had instilled in the young boy the morals from heroes of old, filling him with hopes and dreams, who had made sure he was innocent but not naïve to the reality of the world.

The man who had given his all for him, was gone.

But not forgotten.

Thus, Bell decided, that with nothing left for him in this village, he would start his own adventure using everything the man had given in life.

Just as his grandfather would've wanted.

But first... surely, even his grandfather would forgive him for spending the rest of the day mourning for his loss.

And so, he broke down that day, known to none but himself.

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Part 1

The next morning one Bell Cranel, a white-haired red eyed fifteen-year-old of average height (1.65m) and slim body, stood outside of what he once called home. A large backpack on his back, filled to the brim with things they, now only he, owned.

Today was a pleasant morning, the sun barely peeking through the horizon as the teen went to the village's chief house and knocked on the door. it opened, the chief smiling as he recognized Bell though it didn't last long as he noticed the backpack.

"Thank you so much for everything you have done for me and my Gramps" Bells started, with a formal 90-degree bow "but I would like to explore the world like he once did"

"Are you sure...? "

"Yes" Bell replied with determination "it's what he would've wanted"

The chief frowned while scratching his chin.

"Lil'Irina is gonna be sad... but if that's your choice, we'll accept it."

Bell smiled

"However! Know that no matter where you go or who you become, you will always be welcome in this village"

Bell nodded and was about to leave when the older man's hand stopped him.

"I don't believe you're quite ready to start your adventure yet, young man just look at yourself!"

Bell frowned and did so, dressed in his everyday farming boots, brown stained pants and equally brown stained white shirt.

"What's wrong with me? "

The chief sighed and pulled the younger teen into the house and sat him on the living room, telling him to wait there.

A couple of minutes later the man returned with two bags and a large pouch and set them on the teen's feet.

"Go ahead and put on the things on the first bag"

Bell opened the first one, pulling of the set of clothes in it along with the boots at the bottom. It took three minutes for him to put on said clothes and looked himself over.

Brown half-knee length leathered boots, a gray bordering on black cotton leather pants held by a silver belt, a black form fitting long-sleeved shirt underneath a long-sleeved brownish coat with high collar, the right shoulder of said coat colored black from a previous patch.

"Now you're lookin' much better" The chief gruffed out "open the second one"

Bell obeyed, pulling out a single shoulder pad with crisscross straps that he wasted no time on putting on over his left shoulder, next was a small dagger used for hunting. The length of the blade was roughly 30cm and curved slightly, the sheath was made of hard leather. Bell was strapped on the left side of his waist.

"As for the last bag, that is what your grandfather saved for you"

Bell hesitated for a split second before opening the bag, in it were Valis, a lot of them.

"Your grandfather always took a little bit of Valis out from every successful hunt and set it apart with us, said they'd be your life-savings. As promised, it's yours now. Don't waste it all in one time, though I doubt you will be able to" The chief smirked "There's 20k(20,000) in there, and another 10k(10,000) from us. For all you've done helping around and takin' care of Lil'Irina when we were gone"

"I- I can't" Bell started only to be silenced by a smack from the chief.

"This is our goodbye present kid, promise to take care of yourself"

Bell sniffed but nodded, strapping the pouch on the right side of his waist before pulling it to his backside and hiding it beneath the coat.

"Now you are ready kid, go before Lil'Irina wakes up or Gods forbid Miss Kat next door sees you" The chief grunted.

Not a second later Bell was outside was once, picking up his backpack and thanking profusely the elder whom smacked the teen once more.

"Go"

And so, he went.