I quickly filled out the registration form becuase I'd already done it before.
It asked for basic personal information: name, age, hometown, and class.
Normally, if you had an average class like mine 'Warrior' the process would be quick.
But if someone claimed to have a rare or powerful class, an appraisal would be required to verify it.
I handed the form back and stood quietly as several nearby adventurers glanced over, their curiosity obvious.
Evie accepted the form with a polite "Thank you," then skimmed through it.
"…Wait, you're the same age as me?"
She blinked, surprised.
Seeing 'fifteen' on my form clearly threw her off. Most people assumed I was in my late twenties due to my build and presence.
"Yes," I replied casually, not bothering to look at her.
"I'm sorry but… just to confirm, would you mind removing your face mask and robe?"
Her voice was stiff—almost apologetic.
"It's guild policy. We have to verify identities."
She looked nervous. But before I could respond, another receptionist stepped in.
She looked older than both of us—more mature, with a graceful face and long, flowing blonde hair.
"Evie, are you slacking off again? Can't you see there's a line forming?"
Her tone was sharp, her expression annoyed as she glared at Evie with a smirk.
Another girl sitting at the next counter joined in with a chirp.
"That's right, Senior. I've been covering for her all morning. She's so slow—I don't even know how she got this job in the first place."
From her tone and words, it was clear—she didn't like Evie.
Whether it was professional jealousy or something else, I couldn't say.
Maybe Evie got in through a recommendation or some favor. But I didn't know, and frankly, it wasn't my business.
Then I heard a whisper.
"…She probably did something with the guild master…"
"…Yeah, total slut…"
The whisper came from the girl beside Evie. Whatever Evie's circumstances were, they didn't concern me—not now.
"I'm sorry, Mr…"
The senior receptionist quickly interrupted while taking the form from Evie's hands.
"Mr. Alex," she read.
"My name is Viola. Would you like to move to another counter instead?"
Still, based on her expression, Viola seemed to recognize me as a promising new adventurer.
From what I've learned, receptionists in the guild aren't just there to handle paperwork—they also act as handlers, organizing and assigning quests based on an adventurer's potential and track record.
If a receptionist spots someone with talent, they'll often try to sign them under their care.
Not out of kindness—but out of business sense.
They earn commissions from the quests completed by those adventurers, and if that adventurer climbs the ranks, the rewards grow for both sides.
It's a mutual win.
Not to mention, once you sign with a receptionist, you also gain access to their support.
They become something like a mentor, offering advice, tips, and sometimes even pulling strings behind the scenes to help you grow faster than the rest.
Still, I didn't have any business with Viola.
"I'm sorry, but I want Ms. Evie to handle it."
"…Evie, you say. I see… Do you two somehow know each other?"
Viola seemed a bit surprised that I turned down her offer and insisted on Evie instead.
"…No," I replied plainly. "But would you please proceed with the registration?"
I turned my gaze to Evie and ignored Viola.
Evie looked a bit surprised but quickly began working on my registration.
On the other hand, Viola gave me an awkward smile before glaring sharply at Evie and walking away from the counter.
After about ten minutes, she finally finished the paperwork and handed me an adventurer ID card.
"Mr. Alex, here's your ID. So, let me begin by explaining—"
"I don't need it. Just give me a quest to do."
I cut her off before she could start the usual lecture they give to newbies. I already knew everything.
"...I'm sorry?"
She blinked, startled by my bluntness.
"Give me the quest," I repeated.
"I see... but as an F-rank, your available quests are mostly gathering herbs or simple chores at the moment."
"Then give me a C or D-rank quest."
"Ehhh?! You can't do that! You might get killed! You're only allowed to take E-rank quests at best."
"Is there a subjugation quest available?"
"Yes… it's for low-level monsters. Are you seriously planning to take it on?"
"Just give me all of them."
"W-What?!"
The conversation between me and Evie grew louder as she kept protesting, trying to stop me from taking on any dangerous quests—insisting that a newbie like me shouldn't even consider them.
Our voices started drawing attention. Nearby adventurers and even some of the other receptionists glanced over, curious about the commotion.
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a deadly tone—low and cold enough to make her freeze.
"Just give them to me… and shut up."
Her body trembled.
"…Y-Yes… here," she stammered, her hands shaking as she slowly handed over a stack of quest papers—ten in total.
"Thanks," I said curtly, taking them without another glance.
Then I turned around and walked out of the adventurer guild.
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I quickly ventured into the forest, heading toward the locations marked on the quests.
They were all low-level monsters—five quests were goblins, the rest were dark wolves.
It took me about two hours to track them down and finish the job.
I didn't even need to use much of my strength. I handled everything swiftly and discreetly, clearing each target as soon as I reached to their spot.
By the time I returned to the adventurer guild, I had two sacks slung over my shoulders—proof of completion.
I walked up to Evie's counter and placed them down gently in front of her.
She didn't notice me at first. Her eyes were locked on paperwork, clearly struggling to keep up with the workload that she had left behind.
"Oi."
I called out.
"Kya!"
She flinched, startled, looking up and scanning around before locking eyes with me.
"I'm done with the quest."
In front of us were two sacks—one stuffed with goblin ears, the other packed with dark wolf fangs.
Proof of completion. The guild always required physical evidence.
Evie hesitantly peeked inside both sacks.
"…You… did all of this?"
Her voice trembled, not out of fear this time—but genuine disbelief.
I nodded slightly, then added flatly:
"Forty goblins. Two goblin kings. One goblin wizard.
Fifty dark wolves."
Her eyes widened.
This wasn't just a normal report—this was the kind of result that should've come from an entire party.
But I did it alone.
She was stunned.
Her eyes didn't leave the sacks, and her hand froze midair as if her brain was still processing what she was seeing.
And then, the murmurs started.
Other adventurers nearby turned their heads. Some stood up, others leaned closer, trying to get a better look.
Word was spreading fast.
The masked man who took ten quests at once… completed them all—alone.