chapter 8

As I woke up early in the morning, I got out of bed and changed as usual. Like every day, I went to use the bathroom and, as always, regretted the poor hygiene of medieval times.

I'd rather forget about the bathroom. Maybe I should find a way to introduce modern toilets and a proper sewage system here.

With that thought lingering in my mind, I stepped outside to the garden to get some fresh air.

As soon as I stepped out, my eyes landed on a silver-haired man with golden eyes holding a flower. Recognizing him, I walked closer and called out:

"Good morning, Father."

At the sound of my voice, he turned to me with a gentle smile.

"Good morning to you too, Axel. Have you freshened up?"

Just remembering the state of the bathroom made my stomach churn, so I quickly shifted the conversation.

"Yes, I have. By the way, are you always up this early?"

At my question, he smiled, glanced at the flower in his hand, as if amused, then closed his eyes for a brief moment before turning back to me.

"In this world, those who have mastered mana no longer need sleep. Did you know that, son?"

Hearing those words, I realized he had reached such a level. It reminded me of Silviya. Speaking of which, I should go greet her soon.

"Does that mean you're strong enough that you don't need to sleep at all?"

He simply smiled.

"Yes. Not just me, but your mother and Leo's mother as well. Though we haven't reached the point where we can stop eating, either. But in a way, that's better. After all, sharing breakfast and dinner with you all is a different kind of joy."

His bright smile as he spoke made one thing clear—he truly loved his family.

That was the only thought that filled my mind at that moment. A man who had achieved happiness.

I wished, in my past life, that I had lived long enough to experience that feeling as well.

Shaking off those thoughts, I continued walking through the garden with my father, enjoying the peaceful morning.

A Question About Magic

After a moment of silence, I spoke up.

"Father, when can I learn magic?"

I was curious. As someone with the Farmer class, my magic power was supposed to be zero, making it impossible for me to use traditional spells. Yet, strangely, my mana pool was even higher than that of mages. The only thing I could do was channel my mana into golem creation and summoning.

The moment those words left my mouth, the smile on my father's face faded.

"I'm sorry, son," he said in a somber voice. "When you were born, we tested your affinity level, and it seems you have no aptitude for traditional magic."

His words were disappointing, but he wasn't finished.

"But don't worry, Axel. People like you can still learn magic—just not the traditional kind. According to various stories, those without a natural affinity often develop unique magical abilities that awaken as they grow older. So keep trying."

I knew he was trying to comfort me, but in a funny way, he was right. I had golem and summoning magic—I would still be able to wield magic in my own way.

I smiled.

"I can't wait to use my magic one day."

My father, however, looked slightly saddened by my response, perhaps not realizing that I truly believed in his words and wasn't just putting on a brave front.

After that, I left the garden and returned to my room. It was time to talk to Silviya.

As I connected my mind to hers through the mental hub, a vision filled my consciousness—one I hadn't expected.

The scene before me was chaotic. A group of beaten-up people lay scattered around what appeared to be a restaurant.

What the hell happened here?

Silviya Pov:

I stepped out of the alleyway I had just entered, glancing back at the scene behind me. Bodies were scattered everywhere—some unconscious, others groaning in pain. One man was halfway through a broken window, another lay in a pile of trash, and three more were knocked out cold on the ground. The deeper you went into the alley, the more fallen figures you would find.

I had spent the night beating down every Rusted Cog I came across, and in return, I gained a new skill—{Aerial Strike}.

My lord may not like it, but what's done is done. They were just cogs—mere stepping stones. The best they could do was provide me with experience.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, I reflected on the information I had extracted from them. Among the many details, one stood out—the Adventurers' Guild.

It seemed like the perfect opportunity. A place where I could earn money, gain strength, and even find rare ingredients that might be useful later.

With that thought in mind, I made my way toward the guild. As I walked through the streets, I could feel the weight of countless eyes on me. I ignored them. I had taken the necessary precautions—cleansing myself of any blood and ensuring that my fights left no direct evidence. The fools I had crushed had fallen to their own weapons. No one would suspect me.

In the daylight, the town was far more vibrant. Shops were opening, merchants setting up their stalls, and children ran through the streets, laughing as their parents led them from store to store.

It was... a nice sight.

But then, suddenly, my vision glitched.

Flashes of impossibly tall structures—skyscrapers—flooded my mind. Loud noises, honking horns, and the murmur of thousands of voices overlapped, drowning out my thoughts.

I clutched my head as static filled my mind. Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

I stood in front of a building. A shield and sword emblem was etched into its sign.

The Adventurers' Guild.

A Disruptive Entrance

I pushed open the doors, stepping inside.

The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and sweat, despite it being early in the morning. Adventurers were already drinking, laughing loudly, and throwing back mugs of ale. It was a crude, lowly place.

So this is where I'll be spending my time, taking on quests and earning rewards? Just thinking about it annoyed me.

As I walked deeper inside, the noise began to fade. Conversations dimmed, replaced by hushed murmurs as more and more adventurers took notice of me. Their eyes lingered on my spear—a clear sign that I wasn't just some random traveler.

Among them were even a few elves, their expressions shifting in shock at the sight of me. I didn't care.

Ignoring them, I made my way to the nearest counter. Behind it sat a black-haired girl with dark eyes. My instincts immediately told me something was off about her.

She was stronger than everyone in this building—stronger than the adventurers, stronger than the fools murmuring behind me.

Yet she was sitting here, working as a receptionist? it was not my problem so i ignored it.

She looked up, locking eyes with me, confused by my stare.

"Uhmm... excuse me, do you need help?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

"Yes. I would like to register as an adventurer."

Simple words. Yet, once again, the room erupted into murmurs.

Annoying.

I turned, glaring at them. The moment my eyes met theirs, the chatter died.

Good.

The receptionist quickly gathered the necessary forms. As I filled them out, I listed my skills—Spearmanship and Nature Magic.

She nodded as she reviewed the document.

"Thank you. Registration costs 20 silver coins. But to think you're both a magic user and a spearman…" she muttered, her words once again causing murmurs to stir.

I ignored them and turned toward the quest board.

A Foolish Challenge

Before I could take a step, a voice called out behind me.

"Hey, I couldn't help but overhear you wanted to be an adventurer. How about joining us?"

I glanced at him. A low-level adventurer, backed by a group of equally unimpressive individuals.

I assessed their levels.

Weak.

"Why would I work with someone so much weaker than me?"

The words left my mouth without hesitation.

The man's face twisted in anger.

"Why, you little—!"

He reached for my collar.

I didn't bother dodging. I simply pushed his chest.

The impact sent him flying backward. He crashed into his little group, sending them all toppling over multiple tables before slamming into a few unlucky adventurers.

Shouts of protest erupted.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?"

"You can't just fight inside the guild!"

"Damn it, I just paid for this food!"

I ignored them and turned away.

Hostility flared.

Two of them lunged at my back.

Without turning, I lifted my spear.

Enhancing it with Nature Magic, I blocked their incoming swords mid-air. Their eyes widened in shock.

Before they could react, the wooden floor beneath them twisted and grew, entangling their legs. The vines hurled them against the nearest wall.

A pathetic display.

I scoffed.

"Next time, pick a battle you can actually win."

I turned, ready to leave with my quest.

But then, a voice echoed in my mind.

'What the hell happened here?' It was My lord.