SSS-Ranked Assassin Class
Sam walked alone on the main street of the city, several times he was watched by people, but Sam didn't know what made them watch him.
His purpose was to go to the city guild office, but his steps stopped when he saw a shop selling battle equipment, a blacksmith.
"Welcome, Sir. Is there anything you need?" asked the shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman.
Sam didn't reply at first, his eyes still glued to the area around him. The blacksmith shop seemed to sell swords, spears, maces, knives, and so forth. They also provided a custom weapon feature for their customers.
"Sir?" the shopkeeper asked again.
The man before her turned his head forward. He said that he wanted to remove the moss from the glass surface. The shopkeeper confidently said that he could do that.
"Is the item in—"
"Don't touch it," Sam told her, blocking the woman's body when she was about to touch where he kept his rifle.
Sam lifted the box and opened it on the table. To the woman's surprise, there were several irons and tubes in the box, neatly arranged in their own places.
The man picked up his mossy scope, then asked her to clean the scope immediately.
"Hmm... it will take me about 30 minutes to clean it. Do you mind?" the shopkeeper asked.
Sam shook his head. It was better than having no one to fix his scope.
While waiting, Sam continued to look at the items on the glass table. If most people in this place used swords and magic as their way of fighting, then Sam was the only one who used a rifle to fight.
As he waited, a man in navy blue armor stepped inside. The clatter of the armor caught Sam's attention, who turned his head to the side.
"Hey, Carol! Is my order ready?" the man asked, loudly without concern for Sam's whereabouts.
Carol stepped out, smiling as she picked up the sword wrapped in black cloth. The man beside Sam smiled.
He took the sword and looked at the blade, it was so shiny and sharp that the man could even see the reflection of his face in the blade.
"This is good, worthy of your reputation," the man said.
"Thank you very much," he said.
To her surprise, the man hurried away, leaving the shop without paying for Carol's hard work.
Carol was shocked, she stepped out of the shop and tried to chase the thief, but he disappeared into the crowd.
Sam saw the incident, he also saw the moment when the man in the navy blue armor left the store with the item he hadn't purchased.
"What should I do? I bought rare ore just to make the sword," Carol asked, agitated.
Sam turned around, seeing the worried and scared look on the blacksmith owner's expression. Sam cleared his throat softly, asking Carol to get to work.
"S-Sorry. I'll finish your stuff right away," Carol said, her mind frantic but she had to be professional, she had to get the job done.
About 30 minutes passed, Carol came in with a smiling face. She handed Sam a clean scope with no moss, which Sam checked immediately by bringing the scope up to his eyes.
'I never thought she could do it without modern equipment,' Sam said.
"How much is it?" asked Sam.
"That would be 5 silver coins," said Carol, looking sad but smiling, a forced one.
Sam took the 5 silver coins and handed them to Carol. The woman accepted the silver coins and thanked Sam, though she didn't deny that the stolen sword was very expensive.
"Are you alright?" Sam put his scope into his AWM iron box while asking Carol's condition. Carol looked downcast, she sat sadly with her head in her hands.
"I used all my money to buy adamantite ore, hoping he would pay for it. Now, I have no money to pay the rent for the shop," Carol said.
Sam nodded a few times, fully understanding the situation Carol was in. It must be hard for the woman to accept the fact that she had been deceived and was on the verge of ruin.
"Do you know who he is?" Sam asked.
"Nash, a rank B adventurer who just joined the Sacred Sword Knights group," Carol replied.
Sam nodded. That information was more than enough for him to know who the damn thief who had ruined someone's life was.
"That's enough for me," Sam explained.
The man picked up the AWM iron box and stepped out of the place. His purpose was to go to the city guild office, not only to register as an adventurer, but also to look for the man named Nash.
He saw the city guild office which was very large and tall, the courtyard was vast and many adventurers were gathered around.
Sam stepped inside and opened the door, the atmosphere inside the guild was much more crowded than in the front yard.
"Welcome to the Oldtown City guild office. Is there anything I can help you with?" asked a woman, wearing a black, white, and brown combination office uniform.
"I'm new in town. I'd like to register as an adventurer," Sam said.
"Want to be an adventurer, huh? However, can you wait a little longer? New draft quests are coming in and party or group leaders are queuing up to have their quests validated," the woman explained.
Sam turned his head. He saw people queuing up to get the quest, the queue reaching more than 10 people, while many people were still crowded at the guild's quest bulletin, choosing the one suitable for them.
"Sure. I'll wait," Sam explained.
"You can wait in our cafeteria. Come, let me take you there," said the woman, Sam not objecting.
The atmosphere in the cafeteria was less festive than in the lobby. Sam saw a few adventurers there, drinking and eating with their party friends.
Sam ordered a drink and sat at one of the table seats. The guild staff said goodbye to go back to help in the lobby, as more adventurers were taking up their missions.
He enjoyed the drink although Sam had to admit that all food and drink in this place was lacking in spice, almost on par with bland cuisine.
As for the drink, Sam didn't particularly like it, nor did he hate it. It felt good on his tongue.
"Are you a new adventurer? I've never seen you before," replied a man, wearing light armor and sitting directly in front of Sam.
Sam opened his eyes, staring intently at the man in front of him. The man gasped, sensing something different about Sam's demeanor compared to other adventurers.
Five hours passed, Sam had downed many of the drinks, with no one to keep him company. The cafeteria was getting deserted, the lobby was as quiet as ever. The adventurers had left to carry out their approved missions.
A guild staff came back and approached Sam. Sam turned his head, seeing the female staff who was different from the one this afternoon.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. We'll assist you in the process of registering as an adventurer," the female staff said, taking Sam to the reception to detect what Sam's base class was.
Sam stepped up to follow them. Upon arriving at the reception desk, Sam filled out the required form consisting of name, date of birth, race, and so on. Sam filled it in with lies, except for the name.
"Mr. Sam, huh? All right. You can put both hands on that blue orb of light," said the female staffer beside Sam.
He nodded. Sam did exactly as she said, stretching both hands forward to make the blue orb glow brightly.
"Alright. Let's see what your class is and the rank of your class," said the staff lady.
[DING! Congratulations, you have earned the Assassin class]
[Main Class: Assassin]
[Rank: SSS-Ranked]
Everyone was shocked beyond belief. They saw clearly on the floating blue panel that Sam's class was Assassin, quite rare compared to other adventurers.
"No way! How can it be?" asked the female staffer, increasingly shocked at Sam's Assassin class rank.
"SSS-Ranked? Is he a god's worth?"
"This doesn't make sense. Who the hell is he?"
The female staff beside Sam tried to calm down the other staff behind the reception desk. She did not want to create a hubbub inside the guild office, fortunately all the adventurers were away on a mission.
"Calm down, all of you. I want you to keep this a secret," the woman explained.
"He is an SSS rank adventurer, even higher than the rank of adventurers in the Royal Capital. He can be a mainstay for our guild," she added.
"With your strength, the Red Human race can match any race in—"
"I'm not interested in that interracial war you speak of," Sam said firmly, interrupting the woman.
"What do you mean? You're a Red Human. You have to fight for your race if you don't want the curse seal burning your body. Did you forget that?" the woman asked.
'Body burn? So, this abstract pattern is a seal which will be safe if I defend the interests of the Red Human race,' Sam explained.
'Forget it. It's a fake pattern, it has no effect on me.'
A staff member handed Sam an adventurer's card. The man immediately snatched it and hurriedly left the guild office. The woman at the reception desk called Sam back.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked.
Sam stopped walking when the guild office door opened, looking back sharply, "There are no quests left in the quest bulletin. What am I staying here for?"