The First S-Class Mission

Good morning, everyone!

The next morning, Eleven arrived at the guild full of energy once again, kicking open the door and greeting everyone enthusiastically.

However, the guild was unusually quiet today. Despite Eleven's provocative greeting, not a single person stepped forward to challenge him, which was quite disappointing.

After making some inquiries, I learned that Erza, Natsu, and the other troublemakers had all been provoked by Eleven becoming S-Class, and they had all gone off to do missions or train like madmen. Mira and Erza, in particular, had always loved competing with Eleven since they were little, and now they were unwilling to admit defeat, so they were working extra hard.

Eleven readily accepted the envy and jealousy from his friends, even feeling a little smug. Those idiots actually dared to compare themselves to him! They should know that the S-Class Exam tested not only strength but also intelligence, which happened to be the most scarce resource in the guild.

Ninety percent of the guild's intelligence is concentrated in me, Eleven. How could those little fools possibly have a chance to surpass me?

"Good luck! I'll be watching you from the second floor of the guild!" hiahia

Eleven had become arrogant; becoming S-Class had made him more arrogant than ever before. He strode up to the second floor of the guild with an air of superiority, laughing wildly, completely oblivious to the stares he was being given as if he were a fool.

"Let this S-Class master take a look at all the awesome S-Class Missions waiting for me to complete!" Eleven swaggered in front of the S-Class Mission board, wanting to choose an S-Class Mission worthy of him.

"Defeat the volcanic troll... Ew! Terrifying! Pass!"

"Breaking the ancient seal... Tsk! I don't understand! Pass!"

"Slaying the Deep Sea Demon Whale... Can't swim! Pass!"

"Solving the town's plague... powerless! Pass!"

And then, that was it...

Eleven stared blankly at the four lonely task sheets on the board, feeling utterly dejected.

Is this what S-Class missions are like? They look terrifying! The difference between them and the missions on the first floor is just too big! I feel like I can't possibly accept any of them!

Eleven's newly inflated confidence was instantly dashed, his eyes darting frantically between the four simple task sheets. Despite there being only four options, he couldn't make a choice.

"East and northwest, good luck to your family..."

"Alright, I choose you, Plague Town... But I really don't know how to treat patients! What good would it do me!"

How could an S-Class mission panel only have four missions? That's clearly abnormal. Did the old man secretly hide a few more mission sheets?

Unwilling to face reality, Eleven chose to stop looking at the frustrating mission board and instead started rummaging around on the second floor, trying to find some S-Class Missions that didn't seem so scary.

Surprisingly, after rummaging around frantically, Eleven actually managed to find a mission sheet marked with S-Class designation in a corner.

The reward for defeating the Dark Guild's Rakshasa Evil Spirits Branch is 7 million J! That's more than all of Eleven's savings over the past five years.

"Hehehe, here it is! As expected, the old man hid the easy tasks! He probably wanted to teach me a lesson so that I wouldn't get arrogant after just becoming S-Class. He really went to great lengths for me. It's a pity he didn't hide them well, hehe!"

Holding up the mission sheet, Eleven suddenly became arrogant again.

Defeating the Dark Guild feels much more normal than defeating volcanic trolls or deep-sea whales! It doesn't sound as scary.

Moreover, it was just a branch, which made Eleven feel that the mission was a piece of cake. He didn't believe that a small dark guild could have high-end combat power comparable to Fairy Tail. As the second S-Class Mage in the guild after Gildarts, Eleven felt he could take on ten of them at once!

"Grandpa, I've chosen this mission!" Eleven ran up to Makarov, waving the mission sheet in his hand with a smug look on his face.

Makarov took the mission sheet, glanced at it, and his brows furrowed. He glared at Eleven and yelled, "I remember I already put this mission away. Why did you go out of your way to find it, you brat?"

"Hehehe, sir, I appreciate your kindness. I've fully realized my shortcomings as an S-Class, so let me take on this mission to practice."

"No, this mission won't do. Go and find another one!" To everyone's surprise, Makarov put the mission sheet away without even thinking and refused Eleven's request.

When Eleven saw that the task he had painstakingly chosen had been lost again, he panicked and rushed over to grab Makarov's arm, shaking it violently. "Why, old man? I finally made my choice! Don't do this, old man!"

Bang!!

Makarov, his clothes spilled with wine from the shaking, punched Eleven into the floor. Even as S-Class, the father still beat the son with ease and at his own will.

"This mission has a problem... and it's very dangerous! The Rakshasa Evil Spirits are not ordinary dark guilds, but one of the largest dark organizations in Ishgar, and they are not beings that can be dealt with casually."

After hearing Eleven fell silent and quietly pulled himself out of the ground.

Eleven realized he had underestimated the S-Class title. There were no easy missions at S-Class -S-Class; taking shortcuts wouldn't get you there. All missions were equally dangerous, and if you weren't willing to challenge yourself, you shouldn't have become an S-Class.

Taking a deep breath and calming his mind, Eleven's expression became solemn. He said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, my first mission as a mage was to wipe out the Dark Guild with Gildarts. Now that I've become S-Class mage, my first mission is to do something similar."

"No! I told you, this mission is too dangerous..."

Makarov was about to instinctively continue refusing Eleven, but as he spoke, he suddenly noticed a change in Eleven's eyes. He was no longer as nonchalant as before; it was the look of someone prepared to face danger.

With a sigh, Makarov pulled out the mission sheet again and handed it to Eleven. "I'll say it again: your path of magic is yours to choose! Eleven, you're already an S-Class Mage. I won't interfere with your path anymore, so you must think this through carefully, understand?"

"Yes, don't worry, Grandpa, I know what I'm doing."

Eleven accepted the mission sheet with a smile, his mindset completely different from before. He didn't understand any profound concepts like enlightenment; he simply found the motivation to continue becoming stronger!

Surpass yourself, keep breaking through, survive in the S-Class realm, surpass Gildarts, and crush Laxus!

So, I became S-Class a year earlier than Laxus, which means I'll have a year more training time than him! Hehehe, Laxus, you'll just have to follow me around like a dog for the rest of your life!