Yeesh. That was unnecessarily complicated.

I don't really get what happened, but at least the issue got resolved.

Last time I came here, I got booted out for not having a class.

And so, I went to the 'Class Church' - I think that's what Charles called it. Well, apparently, they would only change your class, not give you a class.

So that was a lot of time wasted.

Anyway, I signed some paperwork.

It wasn’t much. No, not really. I just had to write my name and give a blood signature or something. Although writing my name was hard enough. ‘Rena’ isn’t really a name here, so I had to combine a bunch of runes together to make something that sounded close enough to my actual name.

I also didn’t add my last name, because apparently only nobles have those.

Now, I just have to pass some special examination conducted the literal guild master just to get in! I think I have to prove I'm physically adept or something.

I mean, I really can't complain. I was going to get thrown out, until some big shot came in and saved me.

Thank you, Mr. Yache!

"Well, I hope you'll make the test," Yache said as he followed me out of the guild. "I assure you, Charles meant well. I mean - if some random girl walked up to me and said she wanted to be an adventurer, I would turn her down too Trust me, it doesn't feel good having people around you die. I think it feels worse when you're the one who accepts them in. You feel responsible for their deaths or something"

I nod along, listening to him.

But...the susurration washing over the guild hall is suuper distracting, you know?

Most of what I hear is just diss.

"Hey, who's that girl? Why did Yache stick up for?"

"Maybe he knows her? I don't see why a Gold-badged adventurer would help her id he doesn't know her."

"But why does she look like a beggar?"

I frown.

H-hey! I don't look that bad, okay? Sure, I'm dressed up like a homeless man squatting in some back alley.

But considering everything I've been through, the fact that my clothes are mostly still intact as a miracle by itself.

***Some time earlier***

When I suddenly woke up near some buildings, I near I had struck gold. [Dungeon Master] is obnoxiously strong! I can teleport where-ever I want to now!

Well, I went up to the front gates, but there was some buff guard standing there. Okay Rena, you got this, I thought.

And so, I casually walked past while whistling.

But then the guard used his hands to make a 'stop' symbol. He then said something in a weird language.

Er, [Appraisal], can you help me out?

Believe it or not, [Appraisal] actually helped!

The guard stares at me blankly. He opens his mouth and starts to speak again.

[Guard]: I said, you need to pay an administration fee to enter. 2 silver coins, please.

[Appraisal] doesn't really translate the way I thought it would. Instead of auto-dubbing, it gives subtitles instead.

It feels rather surreal.

Oh well. I nod at the guard and give him two silver coins before entering the town.

I would prefer if [Appraisal] dubbed this otherworldly language instead, but there isn't much can do.

Instead, I increase my range of [Appraisal], getting to cover a large radius around me. With this, I slowly learn the unseen tongue.

Within ten minutes of overhearing conversations, I've already managed to say some simple phrases, such as 'hello,' 'yes,' 'no,' and a bit more.

Luckily, written text is no problem. [Appraisal] just overlaps the strange runic writing with Japanese.

So, understanding the language is easy. However, if I want to speak and write in this language, I'm going to have to put in a lot more effort.

I spread [Appraisal] out as far as my cognitive ability allows me to and overhear a stream of conversations.

Since I'm hiding in a back-alley, I then enter my dungeon. Surely no one saw a weird girl vanish in thin air.

The nauseating feeling hits me like a wave.

I brace myself, and keep [Appraisal] activated.

I can’t lose consciousness this time!

I grip onto my mind, my mental fortitude hanging on by a thread.

The feeling gets even stronger, but I force myself to stand straight.

Moments later, I appear in my dungeon. Good, the [Appraisal] results didn't fade away.

Here in this separate sub-space, time runes differently, meaning I can decode information in ere for as long as I want!

I match the translated text with audio recordings of the raw language being spoken.

Yeah, [Appraisal] can record audio and take pictures. What is this, a mobile phone?!

Can I download games?

Ooh, it this thing has a VR headset, I can hop back onto Skyl!

Huh? Maybe I do have some lasting sentiment for Earth.

For a few days, I pop in and out of my sub-space, slowly but surely building up my knowledge about this world. I can have a short conversation with someone now!

In fact, I can hold a conversation for pretty long. I still need to work on fluency and pronunciation though…

However, I'm certainly not illiterate!

I can easily write, much better than I can speak, for sure.

Apparently, half - actually, more than half. Roughly two thirds of the people here are illiterate, so even having chicken-scratching handwriting is impressive!

Me? Well, because I get most of my texts and manuscripts from [Appraisal], my handwriting is robot-level neat!

Actually, I don't know what counts as good handwriting or not. Maybe [Appraisal] is giving me toddlers scribbles to copy off. Realistically?

Yeah. Should be near perfect.

Well, I've been trying to get real here.

I can't just make a living conquering dungeons and taking reward money. No - I need some other way of income.

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And then a fabulous idea came into mind. In this world, there’s an occupation known as adventuring. Essentially, you get paid to fight monsters and protect people.

If I can get paid for killing monsters, that would be like killing two birds with one stone!

I get stronger, and I make money off it!

So I went to the local Adventurers Guild.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but you cannot get an adventurers licence without a class"

And so, off I went. I did a quick [Appraisal] search and found something known as a Class Church.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but you can only enter the premises with an adventurers’ licence."

Seriously, what the hell?

I might as well try again in the Adventurer's Guild…

******

Anyway, I finally got assigned my first mission: Pick a handful of rare flowers for some dude’s wedding.

Stupid, isn't it?

I went directly to the receptionist to complain!

"Hey, how come I get assigned some stupid mission?" I demand, furrowing my brows. I don't even bother looking the receptionist in the face.

"Hey! I thought I denied you access to the adventurer’s guild! How the hell did you get in here?" the receptionist asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Oh. Her. The person who first denied my administration. I feel a smug grin climb up my lips as a show her my Bronze-badge.

Ha! This is the talent you threw away!

I could be one of the adventurers under your supervision! You could have gotten so much praise for scouting an exceptional adventurer like me!

Too bad, too sad.

I'm under Charles' supervision, meaning that he assigns missions to me, handles my finance and stuff like that.

To be honest, he gave quite a bad first impression. I'm sure he felt like he would get demerits for bypassing the rules and letting a rank F - a rank that can't obtain a class - into the guild.

I probably wouldn't have been administrated if it weren't for Yache.

Thanks, Yache!

Besides, Yache is also under Charles' supervision. If Yache trusts the him, then I guess I'll have to trust Charles as well.

"Oh?" the lady asks, in a mocking tone "Who on Travia would hire slum dweller like you? The way you talk really suits the way you dress. Nice and uncivil."

Grr! I didn't come here to make beef with people, but this person is really striking a nerve with me!

I take a quick glance at her nametag. Unable to read it clearly, I [Appraise] her. Just the name, please.

What? Why does that sound so Japanese? Is she also a reincarnation...No. No, she isn't. She has no last name, meaning she’s not a reincarnation.

That also means she isn't a noble. Should I rub it in?

...Nah. I had a near miss, and almost wrote my last name on that registration sheet! I was lucky [Appraisal]saved me last second, or else I would of caused a massive scene!

The noblewoman who dresses like a beggar.

"Can you do your job and help me?"

"Oh, Ma'am. I am so sorry, but I do not manage you. Please wait for your supervising receptionist.," Misaki says in a disinterested tone. However, I can easily sniff out the apparent obnoxiousness and mock in her eyes. And that conceiving smile.

Her existence alone pisses me off.

Well, I hate to admit it, but what she says is right. I'll have to wait for Charles to come back. But knowing him, he'll probably be calling in 'sick' for another day off.

Well, I've already decoded the language. My accent still needs some working on, but it should be fine.

I don't have any goals anymore. Maybe I should just enjoy today?

I don’t know; take a walk in the park, buy some food and take a sip of tea? But I don't actually need food.

I don't know why. Maybe [Reparation] restores my stamina, so there’s technically no need for me to eat?

That would be nice because it means I can save a bunch of money. I have seven gold coins, fourth silver coins and twelve bronze coins.

One gold is equal to 10 silvers, and 10 silvers are equal to 10 bronzes.

Roughly speaking, I'd say one bronze coin is worth 100 yen, or one dollar, which means I have $1000 worth of coins. That’s enough to buy as much food as I want, but efficiency wise, I think the blacksmiths would be the best place to spend my coins.

I look sketchy enough, and the only equipment I have that’s actually of good standards are my [Roach Daggers]. People send out mission requests, and the managing receptionist allocates those mission to their adventurers.

However, the sender of the request can still reject a certain individual to take their mission if they don't trust that adventurer.

If I look like a street urchin, a lot of people are probably going to reject me from difficult missions.

But difficult missions usually mean lots of money and strong monsters! And I want to partake in those sort of missions.

Let’s see… the blacksmith's store is… right this way!

As I walk into the store, a bell begins to chime. Suddenly, a head pops out from behind a stand.

"What do you want?" A looming hulk of a man with a scar over his left eye speaks at me gruffly. Ew. His whole left eye is marble-white.

In fact, I just stand there for a moment before starting. "Er I want to buy some armour"

"And how much money 'yer got?"

I begin to mentally count my net worth. "7 gold coins…40 silv-"

The mans eyes bulge. "S-seven gold coins, missus?! Ah. I apologize. I thought you were another street rat trying to steal some of my merchandise." He then eyes me suspiciously. "De 'yer really got seven gold coins?"

What is up with this dude and his over-paranoia? I just hand him my pouch. See, I trust people with my life savings, unlike a certain someone here…

He opens the pouch, before I hear him mutter [Inspect]. In fact, if [Appraisal] wasn't auto-dubbing, I probably wouldn’t have heard that.

Could this notation come in useful?

He [Inspects] each of my coins, analysing their legibility. Is [Inspect] an inferior version of [Appraisal]?

I bet it can't take videos and pictures, auto dub languages and stuff like that. Behold, [Appraisal], my mental smartphone!

The goofy ahh man returns my pouch to me. He smiles at me, but with his face...yeah. That is the stuff straight out of a horror movie.

Not really a smile, but more of some sinister grin.

It's the thought that counts though.

"Right this way, kiddo. I'll show 'yer 'round"

He shows me around for a while, until I lay my eyes a set of armour that quite suits me.

I read the price tag. 15 gold coins. W-whaat? In total, I only have roughly 10 gold coins!

At the very least, I [Appraise] it to see if it's worth the price or not.

Armour: 300 Durability: 1750 Resistance: 500

Specials: Increase to defence (+20), Passively heals (1HP/30 seconds)>

Armour: 300 Durability: 1750 Resistance: 500

Specials: Increase to speed (+5), Increase to defence (+10)>

Armour: 100 Durability: 1850 Resistance: 300

Specials: Increase to speed (+15)>

And it even comes with a set of daggers that are tons better than mine! I want this!

Damage: 290 Durability: 700 Resistance: 500

Specials: Temporarily lowers enemies stats when hit (Maximum of -10% stat reduction)>

"Little miss, I see 'yer eyein' that set of armour there, eh? That set is pretty darn good qaulity, and a good bargain too! Armour like that costs around 20 gold coins anywhere else!"

I can't tell is this is some business tactic, but it makes me want it even more!

"Say, do you buy?" I enquire.

"Yeah, 'yer got anything good to sell, missus?"

"...Er, I have two [Roach Daggers]?"

Please, PLEASE work! I don't know who in their right mind would buy some literal cockroach body parts, but please buy these, and then give me a discount for being a good business partner!!

"Maybe 3 gold coins for these and then a discount?" I ask, crossing my toes and fingers.

For the second time today, the man’s eyes bulge.

"Yer got them [Roach Daggers]?! Those can only be found in the rare spontaneous dungeons, and a cockroach-based dungeon is even rarer! How the heck didya get ‘yer hands on such rare items?"

Um. Okay, wow. So, I have some collector’s items or something? Okay. If I play my cards right, I can sell these for a high price!

In a disinterested tone, I start, "What? These aren’t for sale." I overly exaggerate and cover my [Roach Daggers] with both my hands.

"Missus, 'yer sedin lotsa mixed messages right now. How 'bout I give ‘yer three gold coins for them daggers, and -"

My jaw 'drops in surprise' "Three? Are you kidding me? Five gold coins, take it or leave it!"

However, the blacksmith still nods his head furiously.

"Five gold coins? I gotcha! In the markets, they sell those for 8 or 9 gold coins!"

Oops. Maybe I should have set the price higher. For such an intimidating, this guy is actually pretty nice.

Despite the creepy grin, overly scarred face and bulking muscles, this guy sure is nice!

As a sign of respect, I ask for his name instead of [Appraising] him.

"Okay, 5 gold coins it is." I respond. "Can I ask for your name?"

"Gyras. The names Gyras. Look forward to being yer business partner. So anyway, ya planning ta buy the Ebony set, eh?"

"Yes. Yes please." I say, giving a sign of approval with a thumbs-up.

Gyras takes the box of equipment, and places it on the table.

"Y'know missus, I'd feel really guilty taking all ya money. So how 'bout I just sell this to ya for 10 gold coins? And then I buy yer [Roach Daggers] for 5 gold coins, eh?"

Whoa. My plan worked out! Haha, do I get perks for being a regular now?

I place 7 gold coins and 30 silver coins on the desk. He then gives me the Ebony set, which I store in my inventory.

"Ah right. I didn't quite catch yer name."

"Rena."

And with that, he grins at me, and I start striding out the store. Business partners sure are nice.

I'm an adventurer now, right? That means I have an adventurer’s license, right?

Which… means that I can go to the Class Church, right?

Wait… is it possible for a rank F like me to get a class? There’s certainly no precedent here because even the guild master let me in after I passed the fitness test.

I might as well be the first F rank to get an adventurer’s license! Without [Absorption], I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to pass the fitness test.

With high hopes, I walk to the Class Church.

The same man as last time stands in front of the entrance. As I approach, he opens his mouth to start telling me off or something.

However, with a sly look, I reveal my adventurers license. The man just looks at me and lets me through. I guess more people than I thought went to the Class Church before obtaining a license.

It went far easier than my administration into the Adventurer’s Guild!

I open the door and take a step inside. Fancy marble floors encase the ground, and a bunch of colourful rainbow glass surround the vicinity.

Yeah… but I don't really admire it.

Sure, it looks nice, but it only looks nice. Pricewise, efficiency-wise, and application-wise, this design is really crappy.

Instead of people, a bunch of stands are sprawled out in an even manner.

It kind of looks like a bunch of ballot boxes.

I wander around, before finding an unoccupied station.

In the stand, I see a small yellow rune - possibly a magic circle - engraved into the wood. I look around and see more of the same magic circles embedded below my feel and to my sides.

A big bland sign hovers above me.

Place your hands, head and feet on the conjuring circles.

And I do so. Nothing happens for a moment. I stand there and wait a bit longer, but again, nothing happens.

Dammit. So even using conjuring wouldn't work. Maybe a rank F can't get a class no matter what.

Well, I might as well enjoy my day off and wait for Charles to come.