On this continent, anyone with some strength could register as an adventurer.

After all, becoming one required no hefty fees or rigorous professional assessments.

All it took was a daring heart—even the weakest could become Iron-rank adventurers after registration.

People like Mu Yi, powerful yet unregistered, weren’t uncommon. But they often looked down on adventurers.

To them, adventurers embodied three words: *filthy, disorganized, and incompetent*.

Constantly battling monsters, they reeked of beast blood and trudged through foul places—

stinking mud pits, sewage swamps, and other revolting, slimy zones.

Nothing unusual about that.

This repelled many strong warriors. They couldn’t stomach monster grime clinging to them.

So some joined armies or became royal tutors.

Others preferred solitude, uninterested in wealth or power, living quietly in city corners...

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"Are we stuck with only the lowest-tier quests? Though... there are barely any listed."

Mu Yi skimmed the *Adventurer Handbook* Yuseni handed him. The first page clearly outlined the ranking system.

Freshly registered, he and Aiva were both Iron-rank.

Their available quests were severely limited—best case, exterminating low-tier monsters.

Absurdly, some tasks involved building doghouses for old man Franklin next door or finding Aunt Ellie’s lost cat on East Street.

By any measure, these weren’t true adventurer commissions. Iron-ranks truly held little value here.

"Ah, it can’t be helped. Loran barely has any Iron-rank adventurers—let alone newcomers like you."

"You know the Misty Hidden Forest outside City of Loran is the deadliest monster zone. Our adventurers are elites gathered from all corners."

Yuseni scratched her head awkwardly. The lack of low-tier quests wasn’t their fault.

Loran, dubbed the "Adventurer’s Graveyard," rarely saw beginners.

A warrior as strong as Mu Yi starting from the bottom was unheard of. She had no quick solution.

"I’m not blaming you. Relax. I’m just glad I chose the right place."

"It’s even more interesting than I imagined. I’ll work hard to reach Copper-rank soon."

Mu Yi waved dismissively, unfazed by his Iron-rank status.

He never planned to be a famous adventurer from day one.

His understanding of this world was shallow—starting from zero suited him fine.

Besides, Iron-rank drew little attention. Perfect for quietly unraveling this fantasy realm’s mysteries.

"Hmm! Of course you can! With your strength, reaching Copper-rank will be effortless."

"Five days! Just five days, and I’ll personally update your rank badge!"

Yuseni handed Mu Yi a small booklet stamped with an Iron-rank insignia, smiling warmly.

She had a feeling this handsome young man would become an extraordinary adventurer.

*Platinum Rank*—Mu Yi would surely reach the pinnacle. No... beyond Platinum. If possible, he might even surpass it...

Someday, he’d become the kind of hero only recorded in history books, the savior sung by bards in glorious ballads.

*Heroic Realm*—a domain reserved for those who shattered human limits and stepped into the superhuman.

Yuseni couldn’t explain why she believed this. Blind trust? Or a woman’s sixth sense?

Given time, Mu Yi would reach the Heroic Realm and save this world...

"Right. I’ll find you to update my Copper-rank badge once I level up."

Mu Yi handed back the completed forms and stretched, easing his stiff muscles.

*Huh... Is it because I haven’t written by hand in so long?* Just filling two forms left him exhausted...

"Master, is your hand sore? Shall Aiva massage it for you?"

Aiva noticed his fatigue. She tiptoed over, concerned. Rest was needed when tired.

Her massage skills were excellent—he’d always enjoyed them before.

"Guess I’m just out of practice. Two forms and my hand’s cramping. Make me rewrite one, and I’d curse."

Mu Yi shook his right hand with a faint smile. In this digital age, he rarely wrote by hand.

Filling identical forms twice felt jarring after years of computer work.

"Mr. Mu Yi, I’ll guard these carefully this time—promise! If I lose them, I’ll grant you any..."

*VWOOOM!*

A blade’s shriek tore through the air like metal slamming into stone.

Adventurers near the door froze, then paled. Scrambling on all fours, they fled sideways.

A golden blade ripped through the sealed door, shattering it into splinters that exploded inward.

Razor-sharp wind sliced the air. Yuseni, clutching Mu Yi’s forms, felt her hands go empty.

The papers were snatched by the gale, shredded into confetti swirling overhead...

"Oh... Fuck......"

Mu Yi stared at the paper snow drifting down. Long seconds passed before that curse escaped his lips.