You Need to Calm Down

"You're the Goddess Priestess, just turned 15 this year, right?" The Receptionist Miss spoke in a gentle tone to the young priestess.

"Y-yes, at our Temple, when we turn 15, we have to choose whether to stay or leave. I chose to go out and help adventurers in need." The Goddess Priestess glanced at Lin Yun beside her, then spoke cautiously.

"Alright, I understand." The Receptionist Miss said, then took out a quill and wrote on what looked like a magical sticker based on the information the Goddess Priestess had filled out earlier. She then produced a Porcelain Token and pressed the sticker-like thing onto it.

The Porcelain Token displayed the information the Receptionist Miss had written with the quill, as if carved by a knife—quite magical.

This was one of the terrifying aspects of a high-magic world: magical items could be anywhere. How frightening. A certain someone was trembling in fear.

"Alright, please keep this safe." Placing the Porcelain Token on the counter, the Receptionist Miss said.

"Porcelain Token?" The Goddess Priestess picked it up and looked cautiously at the Receptionist Miss.

"Yes, this is a token for ability assessment and identity verification. The Adventurer's Guild has ten ranks, from the lowest Porcelain, then Obsidian, Steel, Sapphire, Emerald, Ruby, Brass, Silver, Gold, and Platinum. Very few achieve the Platinum rank. Gold-ranked individuals mainly assist nations across countries. Below that, Silver and lower ranks are common everywhere. Silver is for mid-to-high-level veterans, followed by Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire as mid-level, and Steel and below as mid-to-low level." The Receptionist Miss spoke with a tone of reverence, introducing this to the novice priestess before her.

"So Porcelain is the most basic?" The Goddess Priestess looked bewildered.

"Correct." The Receptionist Miss flicked her finger playfully and said.

"Then, what about Mr. Silent here?" The Goddess Priestess asked hesitantly.

"Ah, Mr. Silent spends more time helping others than focusing on quests, so his rank is also the lowest Porcelain." The Receptionist Miss said with a smile, then her tone turned heavy. "And if anything happens, this token will identify you. Don't lose it."

"O-okay..." Slightly startled by the Receptionist Miss's serious tone, the Goddess Priestess quickly replied.

"The notice board over there has quests posted. You can pick one suitable for your rank. But personally, I suggest starting with hunting giant rats in the sewers to get used to things. It's better to challenge harder tasks after leveling up." The Receptionist Miss said.

"O-okay, I understand." The Goddess Priestess nodded cautiously, then glanced again at Lin Yun, who stood silently. Seeing his quiet demeanor, she hesitated to speak and eventually chose to leave quietly.

Just then, "Hey, you're a priest, right?" A young warrior called out. He radiated boundless energy, with a bandage on his nose, a headband tied around his head, messy hair, and wearing armor that was basically just a metal plate in front—leather armor that didn't hinder movement.

Beside him stood a girl with a long ponytail, wearing something close to a cheongsam that looked more like a fighting outfit, and another girl who was clearly a mage, with a pointed hat, magic robe, glasses, and a cold, aloof expression.

Obviously, these three were a party.

"Mm... mm." Startled by the sudden question, the Goddess Priestess instinctively nodded.

"Great, want to join us on an adventure? We're short a holy person. There's an urgent quest, and we need more hands." Without waiting for her response, the young warrior pulled out a paper he'd taken from the notice board and said to the Receptionist Miss, "Miss, sign us up for this quest."

"An urgent quest?" The Goddess Priestess asked instinctively.

"Yeah, exterminating goblins." The young warrior replied cheerfully.

In most people's eyes in this world, goblins were the weakest monsters, notable only for their numbers. They had strong night vision, often threatened humans, raided villages, and kidnapped women.

But as a board game shop owner, Lin Yun knew well that goblins, also called goblins, weren't just the common kind in DND. There were also Bugbears, goblin variants, and Hobgoblins, the twisted ones. Hobgoblins, in particular, were notorious newbie-killers, extremely vicious.

And in the world of Goblin Slayer, if Lin Yun remembered correctly, there were even Goblin Heroes. So calling goblins weak here was a mistake.

Besides, he was only level one himself.

"Those goblins stole the villagers' stored grain for winter and kidnapped a girl from the village. We need to save them quickly." The young warrior said passionately.

"Will you come with us?" The Female Fighter leaned in, hands behind her back, looking at the Goddess Priestess expectantly.

The Goddess Priestess paused, then finally said, "Alright, if you don't mind." She glanced at Lin Yun and added, "Mr. Silent, if you're willing, would you join us? I'm just a new priestess, probably not as capable as you."

Hearing her voice, Lin Yun's brow twitched. Here it was—a party invitation.

But just as Lin Yun was about to agree, the Female Mage adjusted her glasses and said from the side, "Forget it. He's just a Porcelain rank too, and at his age still Porcelain—clearly a weakling. We're better off on our own. And all wrapped up like that, he's obviously a coward."

"But even so, having an extra fighter wouldn't hurt." The Goddess Priestess said cautiously.

"Um, you might be mistaken, but I should clarify. Mr. Silent is still Porcelain because he rarely focuses on quests and spends his time helping others. That's why." The Receptionist Miss interjected.

"Ah, whatever. We're not doing this for money anyway. The more, the merrier. Those kidnapped girls are waiting for us. We can't delay any longer." The young warrior shouted directly.

"Alright, then so be it." The Receptionist Miss could only look helplessly at Lin Yun and said.

Lin Yun could only show a subtle expression, though it was hidden behind his helmet. Honestly, he'd wanted to avoid drawing attention. If he'd realized this was Goblin Slayer's plot, he should've left. After all, other players who'd seen the anime, manga, or novel might recognize him as a player.

But... considering the Receptionist Miss had called out his name and his background was in play, leaving abruptly might draw even more attention. So, after some thought, he decided to follow the plot—or the DM's arrangement.

Just then, a figure in a cloak over a mage robe ran over, excitedly shouting, "Hey, fighting goblins? Count me in if you don't mind. I was planning to hunt them down." Seeing him eagerly sidle up to the Female Mage, it was obvious what kind of person he was. But Lin Yun narrowed his eyes behind his helmet. Sure enough, he wasn't the only one who'd figured it out. Among the players, some might have seen Goblin Slayer, or were DND veterans with instincts for such quest lines, so they came to join.

"And who are you?" Clearly, this guy hadn't written a good background—or maybe his background was that of an outsider. So the young warrior didn't recognize him.

"Oh, I'm just a traveler. But I know a bit of magic." With that, he showed off by snapping his fingers, conjuring a flame in his hand.

"A mage? Or a half-breed Sorcerer." As mentioned before, in a mage's eyes, there were only peers and cannon fodder. From another angle, Sorcerers—who awakened spells through bloodline—were seen by orthodox mages as mongrels.

"A mage, of course I'm a mage." Lin Yun could see the guy's expression flicker, but he quickly kept a grin on his face. Clearly, he lacked composure. Though this was just a game, being called a mongrel still felt off—like in online games, where it wasn't strange to start flaming.

Not that Lin Yun was any better, which was why he had the self-awareness to wear a helmet.

"Oh? Then explain the various manifestations of The Weave." The Female Mage sneered.

"Uh... this..." The guy's smile stiffened. Even Lin Yun was stumped.

In orthodox DND, Sorcerers and mages were hard to tell apart unless stated outright, or only a Sorcerer could tell if another was a mage. Their spells were mostly similar, but mages needed to study and transcribe spells to use them, while Sorcerers just had sudden epiphanies—like, "Ah, I feel something," or "The power in my right hand is swelling"—and then bam, they learned a spell.

But since Sorcerers' spells were fixed, they were generally less versatile than mages. Sorcerers relied on awakening, mages on learning.

Actually, Lin Yun's charisma wasn't low, and his constitution was high. Why didn't he choose Sorcerer? Because he feared the mixed bloodlines might turn him into some weird creature. He didn't know what that entailed.

And he knew Sorcerers had fewer spells and Spell Slots than mages.

According to DND, magic was part of every Sorcerer. This latent power flowed through their body, mind, and soul, waiting to be unleashed. Some Sorcerers wielded magic surging from dragon-blooded veins; others harnessed primal, uncontrollable magic, unleashing unpredictable chaotic storms.

The way a Sorcerer's power manifests is largely unpredictable. Some Dragon Clan bloodlines produce exactly one Sorcerer per generation, while others might have every member as a Sorcerer. In most cases, the talent for sorcery clearly appears at random. Some Sorcerers cannot trace the origin of their power, while others can precisely recall a strange event in their lives—a demon's touch, a Treant's blessing on a newborn, the magic in a mysterious spring—any of these might spark the flame of sorcerous talent.

Equally possible is the blessing of the God of Magic, or exposure to the elemental forces of the Inner Planes, the maddening chaos of the Chaotic Sea, or even a glimpse into the inner workings of reality itself.

Spellbooks and ancient tomes of magical knowledge, which Wizards rely on, mean nothing to Sorcerers; nor do they depend on pacts for their spells like Warlocks. By controlling and channeling their innate magic, they learn new ways to unleash their natural power—and these new ways are often more potent and more astonishing.

From a certain perspective, if Wizards are basically scholars or prodigies, then Sorcerers are the trust-fund kids.

This is also why Wizards often resent Sorcerers. On the other hand, because a Sorcerer's bloodline is impure, that impurity influences them, making Sorcerers chaotic and untrustworthy.

"Just as I thought—you're one of those filthy types. Sorry, but I don't trust you Sorcerers," the Wizard said with an arrogant look.

"Tch. You damn little bitch, who the hell do you think you are?" Clearly, the guy was furious. He rubbed his hands together as if shaping something, and a ball of fire appeared in his palm, ready to be thrown.

But just then, "Hey, kid, no fighting allowed in the Adventurer's Guild." A man who looked a bit like someone called Dog Bro, with spiky hair, clad in Full Body Armor, and holding a spear, appeared beside the guy out of nowhere. The blade of his spear was pressed against the man's throat, as if he'd slit it the moment the guy disagreed.

"You..." Feeling the chill at his throat, the Sorcerer finally calmed down a little, the flame in his hand slowly fading.

Of course, though it was called a fireball, the guy couldn't actually cast Fireball. If he could, he wouldn't be a low-level adventurer—and if he weren't low-level, he wouldn't make such a simple mistake. At most, it was just the cantrip Flame Arrow.