“I’m introducing you bumpkins to the advanced management system from my hometown,” Torina said.

“We don’t get it at all. What’s even the point of making it so complicated?” Ranifi and Lindas chimed in.

“This is a highly efficient management strategy—it accurately reflects each person’s output and ensures fair pay based on contribution. The harder you work, the more you earn~” Torina added with a sly smile.

“But we all work for *you*. No matter how hard we try, you’re the one who benefits most, right? Sweet words won’t change that—you’ll always earn more while we stay under your thumb,” Annawiel countered.

“And who even decides if our effort ‘counts’? What’s the standard? Isn’t it still all up to you…?” Naji murmured.

“Don’t worry—we have a rigorous evaluation system. An 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. schedule. Hit your targets on time, get your base bonus. Complete extra challenges? Overtime pay: double on regular days, triple on holidays,” Torina explained with a motherly smile.

“Sounds like you’re just tricking us into working more… Is that really okay?” Patti asked.

“We still don’t get it. This system’s way too complicated,” Ranifi and Lindas said in unison.

“Obviously it’s meant to confuse people. Baffle everyone with fancy jargon—that’s the whole point~” Lachesis remarked knowingly.

“How despicable~~~!” voices echoed.

Seeing their skeptical looks, Torina felt a headache coming on.

*Tch.* These girls aren’t dumb at all.

Turns out the soul-crushing corporate nonsense from her past life didn’t quite take root in this new world.

“Um… Torina?” Mylora gently poked her, voice shy. “I… I don’t think this is right. Even if it *is* efficient… I believe you’re not that kind of person, right?”

“Mylora…………"

Torina’s chest tightened with guilt. How could she exploit someone so genuinely kind?

Truth was, she’d been worn down by that very system before—her mind drowned in endless competition. Now, reborn here, using it on others? How was she any different from those heartless capitalists?

Tears welled in her eyes as she declared:

“Okay, I went too far! Let’s add meal allowances, transport subsidies, three days of paid leave, and a yearly team-building trip!”

“……………………"

Even Mylora’s gaze turned noticeably cooler.

Team System Reform—Epic Fail.

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“I think,” Annawiel offered sharply, “instead of overcomplicating things in our tiny squad, why not spark our adventuring spirit? We *are* an adventurer’s guild, after all.”

“Mm…”

“And with so few of us—why not recruit more? Hunt tougher dungeons? Or focus on leveling up each member’s strength?”

“I don’t have that kind of time. New recruits need bonding. Clearing a dungeon’s a months- or years-long project. Making everyone stronger fast is… Hmm?”

A lightbulb flickered above Torina’s head.

“Mylora…”

She cupped Mylora’s face, gazing at her delicate features.

Milora Sistem.

The Desert Berserker. Master of the Celestial Stars. Keyholder. Strongest Adventurer. General Who Guards the Frontier. Master of the Endless Harem. Eternal King of the Northern Realm. Great Savior of the World—titles destined for her in the original story.

So majestic. So awe-inspiring.

Though severed from the system, her protagonist’s luck remained. Given space and opportunity, her future was limitless.

If Torina nurtured her… could she one day openly cuddle the Desert Berserker, the Celestial Master, the Eternal King…?

And any unused overpowered skills or gear? Share them. Lift the whole team. How wonderful would *that* be? Mwahaha! Mwahaha!

Torina locked eyes with Mylora, voice earnest:

“Mylora… will you entrust your future to me?”

“Eh!? !? !?” Mylora’s face flushed crimson. She stammered, “Bl-bl-bl…”

“This is unaccep—”

“Annawiel—will *you* entrust your future to me too?”

“Yes!!!—Wait, no! What are you even saying?!”

“Everyone! Entrust your lives to me! I *will* make us the strongest in the world—I promise!”

“………"

“Hm? Why that look?”

“D-don’t phrase it like a marriage proposal!” Mylora tapped Torina’s head with a tiny fist.

“When you say ‘strongest’… what exactly do you mean?” Lachesis asked, intrigued.

“I have… mm, *intelligence*. Locations and usage of miraculous skills, legendary gear—we’ll find them and arm ourselves.”

“…Boss. With all respect… did you hit your head?”

“No. I’m serious. And I’m testing this now. Next stop—north! Niflheim Dungeon in Starfall Mountain, managed by House Dewell! Pack up—move out!”

“Captain…” “The gear you asked for just started crafting.” “We can’t leave yet.” Ranifi, Lachesis, and Lindas raised hands.

“…Fine. Others?”

“I can’t go,” Naji added. “Fasting period starts tomorrow—I’ll pray at the temple daily for half a month.”

“Why so devout *here*… Fine. Others?”

“I’m going! I don’t trust you alone with Mylora!” Annawiel declared.

“I’ll join too. Sounds fun,” Patti smiled sweetly.

“Alright…………"

Only four set out: Torina, Mylora, Annawiel, and Patti—a quartet facing a challenge far from unknown.

The rest? Crafting gear, praying, tending personal matters, or secluded sword training.

Truly… a *united* adventurer’s guild.