Clumsy Sister Bites Off More Than She Can Chew

Yar'Tir City Hunter Association Headquarters.

Ever since all the licensed Hunters had been sent to the vicinity of the Angelicia Mountains to hunt down Earth-digging Orcs and capture Frost Dragons, the second floor had once again become deserted.

Although the first-floor hall was still packed with newcomers coming and going every day, very few could accumulate enough Points to cross that threshold.

Most people would immediately exchange whatever Points they earned for low-level weapons, equipment, and potions to strengthen themselves.

They simply did not understand that only after obtaining a license and entering the second floor could they come into contact with Life Energy—the true key to breaking through the limits of their professions.

However, Allen had established these rules in the first place to select outstanding talent from among the local natives.

Unless he discovered someone exceptionally gifted, he generally took a hands-off approach.

In fact, the three headquarters established so far in the Empire, the Kingdom, and the Theocracy had already granted professions to more than 1.5 million people.

Nearly half of them remained below level ten.

Four hundred thousand had exceeded level twenty, three hundred thousand had reached level thirty, and only the remaining tens of thousands had surpassed level forty, making them elite reserves qualified to become official Hunters.

Fewer than three hundred people in the Whole World had reached the threshold of level sixty.

As for those at the maximum level of seventy, there was only one: Certain Death.

This Yin-Yang Fish Girl had clearly participated in several large-scale wars. In just a few days after returning, she had shot from level one to over sixty.

Looking at the virtual chart floating before him, which detailed every member's information and records, Allen stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "The Kingdom has a population of