Adventurers and Adventurer Guilds

Reke spent the entire flight back pondering how he would spend the next twenty years.

When he had originally handed his spaceship over to Plus, he had assumed he would be able to leave within a few years at most, so he hadn't bothered putting much thought into this place.

But that was no longer an option.

He wasn't a lunatic like Kakarot.

Yes, you heard that right; in Reke's eyes, Kakarot was a madman.

His life was a four-point cycle of fighting, training, eating, and sleeping. Could you call that a life for a human being?

There was no living to be had, not even the ability to earn money to support a family.

He would run off to train at the drop of a hat, neglecting his home, preferring to live in the afterlife rather than be resurrected. If you didn't have a brain clot for ten years, could you really pull something like that off?

Reke couldn't be like Kakarot. While he wouldn't give up on becoming stronger and was willing to fight experts, that didn't mean those were the only two things in his life.

By the time he returned to the front of the adventure group building, Reke still hadn't figured out a solution.

But he knew one thing: his main priority now was to make money.

Don't ask why he didn't use his high combat power to make money through force.

As mentioned before, he had at least received nine years of compulsory education, and he didn't want to turn into someone who only knew how to use violence.

Thus, making money became his primary task; he couldn't just freeload every single day.

With nothing better to do, Reke wandered around the building.

Come to think of it, although he lived here, he usually went straight to his room on the third floor. He had never actually checked out the other floors and didn't know what the members of the adventure group did all day.

Four-Eyes was surprised to see Reke in the first-floor cafeteria.

"Reke, how come you're in the cafeteria today?"

Reke looked at the bustling cafeteria before him, where people sat in groups of three or five, chatting noisily. A hint of nostalgia flashed across his face—what a distant and familiar scene.

"Tell Lola that I'll be eating in the cafeteria from now on," Reke said with a faint smile.

He walked toward the food service area as he spoke.

Seeing this, Four-Eyes made a call to Lola and followed behind Reke.

"Do you not charge for the food in this cafeteria?"

Reke asked curiously, having not seen anyone pay.

"That's right, it's free of charge."

"And you can afford that?"

The number of people in the adventure group was far more than the few Reke had encountered; there were over a hundred people just in front of him, not counting those who hadn't come to the cafeteria.

"We just scrape by. Most of the kids here are orphans I brought back to the group one by one. I can't just leave them to fend for themselves, can I?"

Hearing this, Reke looked at the fierce-looking man before him and couldn't help but view him in a new light. No wonder this old guy held such high prestige in the group.

When he had first entered the cafeteria, people had been greeting him constantly. Reke had originally thought it was just a perfunctory gesture like employees greeting their boss in his past life, but it clearly wasn't like that at all.

"Then what does your adventure group rely on to make money? Surely you don't have sponsors?"

"I've been back for quite a while now, and I haven't seen you guys go out."

A look of confusion appeared in Reke's eyes.

"We usually accept commissions, ranging from finding lost cats and dogs to assisting the city guard in fighting crime. Otherwise, it's like when you met us—going out to excavate unknown creatures to sell to collectors."

Four-Eyes explained with a smile.

"Don't let the Wild Grasslands fool you; we aren't much there, but that place is considered a forbidden zone. In this city, only our group dares to go that far out."

"Of course, there are many other adventure groups of our size or even larger in other cities. They have also entered the Wild Grasslands, just in different sectors."

When talking about the adventure group, Four-Eyes was full of spirit, his tone brimming with pride.

"Where do you accept these missions?"

Four-Eyes took out a circular object and tapped it a few times, projecting an image above it. One could choose to accept missions as an individual or as a team.

Naturally, the missions were graded. If you didn't meet the level requirement, you couldn't accept the mission. The grading system was simple: levels 1 through 6, with 1 being the lowest and 6 the highest.

Individuals could only accept small tasks, which were basically enough to make ends meet, unless your individual level reached level 4 or higher, in which case your income would be roughly on par with a level 3 adventure group.

When Four-Eyes logged in, Reke saw that his individual level was 4, and his affiliated adventure group was level 3.

"So how are these levels divided? Based on combat power or the number of completed missions?"

Reke became interested. Since he needed to make money, wasn't this perfect for him? It would allow him to earn money and kill time simultaneously.

"The requirements for individuals and teams are different. For individuals, it focuses more on what you call combat power, while for teams, while combat power is important, it also looks at your mission volume and completion rate."

Four-Eyes explained patiently.

Hearing this, Reke stopped eating, sat up straight, and asked, "Then what do I need to do to become an adventurer?"

"Huh?"

Reke's question caught Four-Eyes off guard; he hadn't expected Reke to want to become an adventurer. Given his combat power, wasn't that a classic case of using a cannon to kill a mosquito?

On second thought, perhaps Reke just found it amusing and wanted to experience life, likely with only three minutes of enthusiasm.

Four-Eyes patted his chest and said, "That's simple. Come with me to the guild tomorrow."

"Does going to the guild tomorrow mean I have to do another energy reaction scan?" Reke asked.

"Yes. If you don't want to scan, you'll be defaulted to a Level 1 adventurer. Or, would you consider registering under our adventurer party?" Four-Eyes asked, probing for a reaction.

"Tell me, how much combat power is required for levels 1 through 6?" Reke didn't answer him, continuing to ask instead.

Four-Eyes realized something was off; Reke didn't sound like he was just playing around, but rather treating this like a serious matter. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to ask for such specific details.

However, he had neither the reason nor the strength to press Reke further.

"Anyone can be Level 1. Starting from Level 2, you need at least 100 combat power, 800 for Level 3, 2,000 for Level 4, 4,000 for Level 5, and 8,000 for Level 6."

After hearing this, Reke had a plan in mind.

"Alright then, take me to the guild tomorrow."

While Reke and Four-Eyes were talking, the people in the cafeteria kept their eyes on them, whether intentionally or not.

Those who knew Reke were fine, but most people only knew that such a person existed.

Because Reke lived at Lola's house, they all assumed he was a relative of hers and didn't know his actual situation.

As a result, seeing their Leader's attitude toward Reke today, they realized something was wrong. The Leader was far too respectful toward this kid. Some were seeing Reke for the first time, and they began to feel curious about him.

In particular, one young girl kept her gaze fixed on Reke.

After Reke left the cafeteria, she secretly followed behind him until he stood at the entrance of Lola's house.

The girl called out to stop Reke.