[Pyscho]

The door creaked open as he stepped into the Adventurer's Guild, and the sheer liveliness of the place hit him like a wave. The atmosphere was electric—dozens of people chatting, laughing, and making deals. Some were at tables, bickering over strategies or dividing loot, while others stood at the large quest board, discussing their next jobs.

The vibrant energy tugged at something inside him. This was a new world, a new life, and it was nothing like the dull monotony of the life he had left behind. He swallowed his excitement, keeping his expression calm as he scanned the room. Then his gaze landed on the reception desk.

He made his way toward it, weaving through the crowd. The receptionist wasn't what he had imagined. A man with neatly combed hair, glasses, and a tailored uniform stood behind the desk. A part of him had hoped for the stereotypical cheerful female receptionist, but he quickly brushed that thought aside.

When he approached him, the receptionist glanced at him and raised a brow. His professional demeanor didn't waver, but Zephyx could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't offended; it was rare to see someone his age in the guild, though not unheard of. Elowen had joined when she was just fourteen, after all.

"How may I help you, sir?" he asked in a polite, measured tone.

"I'd like to join the guild," Zephyx said firmly.

He nodded, as though he had expected that answer. "Of course. Please fill out this form."

He handed me a sheet of paper, and I quickly scanned it. Name, age, affinity, and a few other basic details were required. I wrote down my name, Zephyx, my age, 15, and listed my affinities as Ice and Fire. I deliberately left out my other affinities; even in this world, showing off too much could draw the wrong kind of attention. Even the protagonist of this world, Alric, awakened three affinities.

When Zephyx handed the form back, the receptionist's professional mask slipped slightly. His eyes widened when he saw my dual affinity, and Zephyx caught the faintest glimmer of envy in his expression. He wasn't surprised; most people were lucky to have a single affinity.

"Impressive," he murmured, before quickly composing himself. "Here is your Guild ID."

He handed me a small card embossed with the Adventurer's Guild logo.

"You are currently ranked E, which means you can only accept E-rank or D-rank missions from the quest board."

Zephyx nodded, pocketing the card, and headed toward the quest board. It was massive, covered in papers detailing everything from simple errands to high-risk monster exterminations. His eyes settled on a low-risk herb collection quest.

Perfect. He wasn't ready to tackle anything dangerous yet, especially since his control over his affinities was laughable. He could barely manage a flicker of sparks, let alone something like a fireball.

He took the quest slip to the receptionist, who added it to the Zephyx record. Before leaving, he purchased a map for five silver coins and then made his way toward the city gates.

The guards at the gate gave him a cursory glance before checking the quest slip. Satisfied, they let him through, and he stepped out into the open world.

The path to the designated area was straightforward, and the map was easy to follow. After walking for about twenty minutes, he arrived at the location mentioned in the quest. It was a small clearing surrounded by dense bushes and trees. He began his search, crouching down to inspect the ground for the herbs described on the slip.

It took him about ten minutes to finally spot the herb. Its distinct blue flowers and thick green stems matched the description perfectly. Smiling to himself, he began carefully plucking the herbs and storing them in his inventory.

As he reached for another bundle, he heard the faint rustling of bushes behind him. His body tensed, and he froze, straining to listen. The sound came again, closer this time—a distinct shuffling, followed by a low growl.

He turned quickly, his hand instinctively pulling the Ice Dagger from his inventory. The blade felt cool and solid in my grip, a reassuring weight against the unknown threat.

A goblin emerged from the bushes. Its face was hideous, with yellowed teeth and small, malicious eyes. It clutched a crude wooden club in one hand, and its only clothing was a tattered loincloth.

For a moment, he wondered why he even noticed its clothing. Perhaps it was his mind grasping at normalcy in the face of the grotesque.

The goblin snarled and charged at him. His grip on the dagger tightened as adrenaline surged through him.

Time seemed to slow as it raised its club, ready to swing. He didn't think—he acted. With a burst of speed, he lunged forward, aiming the dagger at its face.

The blade sank into its skull with a sickening squelch. He twisted the dagger, feeling the resistance give way as he drove it deeper. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering his hands and face.

The goblin's body jerked violently before going limp. Zephyx pulled the dagger free with a sharp, upward motion, and a chunk of brain matter splattered onto the ground—and onto him.

For a moment, he stood there, panting, staring at the lifeless body. His hands trembled, not with fear, but with... excitement.

A dark pleasure coursed through him, unfamiliar and yet deeply satisfying. It was the same rush he had felt in his previous life—the same twisted euphoria that had consumed him when he butchered his cheating girlfriend and her lover.

He tightened his grip on the dagger, staring at the blood dripping from its edge.

"This..." He whispered, his voice shaky. "This feels... good."

The realization hit him like a thunderclap.

[Psycho]

The trait listed in his status screen flashed in his mind. He had dismissed it earlier, but now he understood.

"Is this... why?" He muttered, staring at the goblin's corpse.

He wiped the blade clean on the goblin's loincloth and took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus.

After ensuring there were no more goblins in the area, he returned to collecting herbs. The task felt almost mundane after what had just happened, but it gave him time to process.

By the time he finished, the sun had begun to dip lower in the sky. He made his way back to the city, handing the herbs to the receptionist and collecting his reward.

[A/n: He wore fake ring, to show that as a storage ring, so people don't get suspicious at him , that where he is taking out the items]

That night, as he lay in bed, my mind replayed the day's events. The goblin's face. The thrill of the kill.

He didn't know what to make of it, but one thing was certain: this world had already begun to change him. Whether that was for better or worse, only time would tell.