The Kaiabylon Kingdom, hailed as a nation of adventurers, had streets bustling with sword-wielding adventurers traveling in groups. Compared to the Yersas Empire, the atmosphere here felt livelier and more down-to-earth. Even strangers could strike up warm chats. Adventurers brought both vibrancy and peace to the City of Loran. The Adventurer Guild, organizing adventurers and issuing tasks nonstop, was indispensable here. Countless missions were posted daily, with adventurers completing them for rewards. Though most got along, some just couldn’t stand each other. Awkward scenes like this were inevitable...

"Labos, you damn well let go! I took this task first!"

"Bikru! That’s horseshit! I booked it ages ago!!"

"Booked? Booked your ass! Tasks can’t be reserved, idiot! It’s first come, first served!"

"Screw off! I don’t buy your nonsense. Weakling—all you do is yap. What else can you do?"

"Haven’t seen you in days, gotten cocky? Wasn’t it you screaming while running from trolls?"

"Fuck you! How dare you bring that up? If it weren’t for you—"

Onlookers and staff watched the brawling pair, amused yet exasperated. This wasn’t their first fight. Sworn rivals and buddies, they always clashed at the guild. Like now, over a task. Neither backed down, glaring with tension thickening.

"Labos, you runt with a dick under 10cm—I won’t give this task today."

"Y-you! I challenge you to a duel!!!"

Stung, Labos’s face flushed crimson. His small size haunted him—especially women’s stifled laughter in bed. Damn it! Bikru had crossed the line.

"Oh yeah? Duel it is! Who’s scared?"

Bikru laughed at Labos’s flustered face. The crowd facepalmed. Who aired such private stuff? (How did he even know?)

"Labos, surrender. Hand it over. You’re no match for—"

Hum!

As Bikru thought he’d won, a red glow flared before him. Scorching heat seared his cheeks. A fiery orb floated, ringed by a crimson magic circle.

"Hey... hey! Fighting’s forbidden here—"

"Labos, I’m sorry! Calm down! I apologize for saying your dick’s small!"

Cold sweat trickled down Bikru’s temple. He gulped, staring at the fireball. Shit—he’d gone too far. Labos was furious, forgetting guild rules.

"Don’t you remember the punishment for fighting—"

"Labos, cool it. I messed up. But small dick isn’t your fault. It’s just—"

"You dare say it again! Punish me if you must! I’ll burn that mouth to ashes!"

Enraged, Labos roared, face burning with shame. This bastard wouldn’t stop!

"Blessing of Salamander, Fire Spirit! Ode to roaring flames, tower, red crystal, death maiden scorched to screams!!"

Crimson light erupted from his palm. Heat waves blasted outward, making onlookers scramble back, faces pale.

"Second-tier magic: Fire Maiden’s Scorching Field!"

Labos hurled the fireball straight at Bikru.

"Holy shit! You’re serious?!"

Bikru cursed, diving flat just in time.

Crack!

As relief washed over the hall, the anti-magic door was about to take the hit—

The guild doors swung open. Three youths walked in.

"No!!!"

Labos’s eyes nearly popped out. Why now? Disaster!

"Oh no..."

Bikru shut his eyes, praying. Safe? Yeah right—it’s second-tier magic!

Snap!

Under everyone’s gaze, the fireball hurtled toward them—

The black-robed youth casually slapped it away, dispersing it into glowing particles. He tilted his head, puzzled. "Is this the Adventurer Guild’s welcome? Quite interesting." He brushed off non-existent dust, grinning. "Finally found a place to make big money."