As a former adventurer with extensive battle experience against numerous demons.
Even if I didn't set foot into the Mist Forest, just within this not-so-dangerous town.
There were still plenty of jobs I could do.
But, after so many years of decadence, the sharpness honed by bathing in demon blood and fighting to the death had long since worn away.
Even with the clothes bought with the money saved by my wife, which were still quite decent.
The aura of decay on him, and the well-known reputation in the relevant circles.
Had led to Tim being repeatedly rejected.
As dusk fell, the sky gradually darkened.
Tim walked home alone, looking weary.
He knew that with his current situation, finding a job with a satisfying salary would not be easy.
It would not be a matter of a day or two before there would be progress.
But…
Recalling those few people just now, their cold faces when they rejected him.
Tim couldn't help but grit his teeth, bitterly thinking:
