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Translator: uly
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Adventurer Registration
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The adventurer guild building was smaller than even the village hall, which was disappointing, but the buzz and energy inside far exceeded my expectations.
People gathered around tables, laughing as they swapped tales of their exploits. Adventurers huddled in front of the bulletin board, deliberating and discussing with their companions.
Amid the clamor, the receptionists handled everyone with kind smiles, while lines of people waiting their turn made the place so packed there was barely room to stand.
Whoa... this is impressive.
You'd never guess from the outside.
I stood there dumbfounded at the entrance until a few guys noticed and burst out laughing.
"How long do you think that kid'll last?"
"Not even a day. Straight to being an orc's plaything."
"Hahaha. Don't tease him. A man's gotta dream big."
It was amusing to hear them trash-talk someone so openly.
Strangely, it didn't bother me. I'd had some good luck right after arriving in Marn.
Right now, I could brush off most things with a generous laugh.
I headed to the shortest line to get some explanations.
The line wasn't shrinking because the newbie receptionist was fumbling—apologizing to every customer.
"Wh-what can I help you with?"
By the time it was my turn, the newbie receptionist was breathing hard.
Good call waiting. She had a pure, pretty face, ample breasts visible even through her uniform, and neat bobbed hair that reached her shoulders. A real beauty.
"I'd like to register as an adventurer."
"N-new... n-new adventurer? Please write your name and class here."
...Did she bite her tongue?
I took the paper and filled it out as instructed. Thanks to the Goddess's Proxy effect, even unfamiliar script felt as natural as my homeland's language, easy to adapt to.
The Goddess's Proxy must get sent to all sorts of worlds, so that skill makes sense.
"But what's this 'class' thing?"
"It means class names like mage, swordsman, thief. May I see what skills you have?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Not like I had anything but Fire Arrow anyway.
"Wow! You handle fire magic. Just write 'mage' then."
No big deal, but her reaction was friendly. I didn't mind. I'd be using this place a lot.
Plus, the receptionist's chest was huge.
"No certificate or ID for this?"
"Oh, you mean the adventurer l-license! It's issued after clearing your first quest. Takes about two days."
"Hmm."
No wonder registration was so easy.
Gotta build a track record before they take you seriously.
"Any perks for long-time adventurers?"
"Based on quest difficulty and number completed, your guild c-contribution rises, and so does your rank."
...This girl's face was flushing more with every stutter.
She gonna overheat and pop?
"Tell me about the ranks."
"Yes, ranks start at Bronze. Rack up enough achievements, and you go Silver, Gold, Diamond.
Most guild adventurers stick at Bronze or Silver. Gold gets you housing support and a monthly pension."
Oh... Aiming high as an adventurer sounds good.
Wandering's fine, but my own place would be nice.
"What about Diamond? You gonna explain or not?"
Suddenly, things got quiet around me.
What? These intense stares. Things normalized after a moment.
"D-Diamond is... a rank specially granted by the king to those who've resolved major disasters."
The receptionist said it cautiously.
Makes sense. Not something a regular adventurer aims for.
No need to hear the perks. Unless I'm the disaster, fighting one is a hard pass.
What if I run into another Goddess's Proxy here?
Forget them—pissing off yet another god sounds bad.
Stick to moderate play. World-shaking feats? Too much hassle just thinking about it.
Next, I asked about taking quests.
"There are various quests on the bulletin board, ranked D to S by difficulty.
Tell me the one you want, and I'll process it. There's a deadline—achieve the goal by then."
Not complicated.
If they say gather herbs, you gather herbs. Catch something, you catch it.
Monster-filled world, so hunting's probably the main gig. People's lives revolve around that.
Think I've heard enough.
"Thanks. Appreciate the kindness."
"S-sorry. I'm still inexperienced..."
"You spoke fine at the end, no stutter. You'll get the hang of it."
"Th-thank you!"
The busty receptionist bowed repeatedly, gratitude pouring from her whole body.
Was gonna grab a quest right away, but glancing out the window, the sun was setting.
Time to find a place to crash. As a modern guy, sleeping rough is too harsh.
No money, but I pulled goblin teeth knowing this might happen!
Sell materials for cash. Basics of basics, right?
I ducked into one of the countless general stores and dumped a pile of goblin teeth on the counter.
"These are goblin teeth. How much you giving me?"
"Uwaaagh! Crazy bastard! Guards! Guards!"
Got kicked out. ...Not what I expected?
Collecting monster parts must be nuts.
Dodging stares from the gathering crowd, I slipped away.
No choice. Experience gained.
Time for hypnosis.
I scouted rundown inns with few people. Why? Hypnosis has a limit on targets at once.
My signature gestures—finger snap and clap—are triggers for "focusing the target's attention."
Gestures and sounds as conditions. Too similar, and they might mix up, so I trained finger snap for hypnosis, clap to wake from trance.
Crowded, noisy places where folks aren't focused on me are the worst.
Can hypnotize one in front, but others see everything I do.
Avoid unless necessary.
Walking around, I found the perfect spot in a dingy alley.
"Fly-blown" fit it perfectly.
Wooden floors and tables uncleaned, weird smells. Hypnotize for free food, zero guilt.
Hell, might get food poisoning from their cooking.
"What're you doing! Customer's here. Take the order quick!"
"Uh, w-welcome!"
A shout from inside, then a blue-haired woman approached, looking cowed.
"Something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing. Hubby's had a bit too much to drink."
...Ugh, unsolicited drama.
But good choice coming here. Wife's a looker. Wide hips and breasts obvious even under baggy clothes.
Clothes shabby, but skin glowing, hair and nails well-kept. Inn's filth all on the husband's tab.
"Um... sir?"
She looked scared, me staring silently.
"Best thing on the menu. Two servings."
My stomach growled for solids—only water all day.
"Right!"
I pulled out the starlight shell from inventory and peered at it.
What even is this for? Accessory? Can't picture Leila with cute headgear.
"Your food, sir."
Let's see.
Whitefish soup, seems. Spooned some—smelled great, no fishiness.
No expectations, but damn tasty.
"Room for one night?"
After eating, at the counter, a weathered old guy appeared.
"Second floor, third room. Food and stay: 35 silver."
Snap.
I snapped my fingers.
"Innkeeper. I've already paid. You're obligated to provide your wife for the night to lodging guests."
"Pro...vided... obligated."
"Your wife always gives her best sexual service to satisfy guests. That's your joy."
"...Yes."
Clap!
Clapped to release trance, took the key.
"Sir, if you wish, I'll send my wife up."
"What do you mean, 'send up'?"
Playing dumb on purpose.
"My wife's premium pussy is part of Watergrass Inn's lodging service."
The blue-haired wife flinched, shyly fidgeting.
"Premium pussy? Gotta try that. Send her up."
"Yes, sir."
Upstairs. Floor creaked everywhere—no high hopes—but room was decently clean.
No fluffy bed, but dim candlelight in the worn space gave that isekai vibe.
Always had a tidy room back home; this felt fresh.
Can't crash here forever, though. Tomorrow's sleeping arrangements on the mind too.
Sitting on the bed, waiting. Knock soon came.
"Um, Adventurer sir? May I come in?"
"Come in."
Freshly washed hair still damp.
Prepped to receive a man—thin cloth see-through, stealthy steps.
"I'm Anais, here to provide pussy... service to tonight's guest."
Anais bowed politely.