After the disappointing, albeit profitable quest, Bob headed back to the adventuring guild.

According to what the secretary had said, he would be able to upgrade to an R ranked adventurer after completing the quest.

Bob still couldn't get over the fact that the S rank was, in fact, the lowest of all the ranks, and that the ranking system actually went so far. Apparantly, the so-called "adventuring guild" in this city was actually a tiny branch of a larger adventuring guild, which would explain why there were so many ranks and barely any people at those ranks.

Now that he had completed his first quest, he would, as stated above, be upgraded to an R-ranked adventurer, and by claiming credit for killing a Rat King, he could probably be upgraded to a... a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r... Q ranked adventurer. This was getting kind of confusing.

Despite this being a bit confusing to Bob, he still felt his brain... Yes, he had a brain! Expanding.

And he had finally reverted to thinking that he wasn't below average.

He had always thought that he was one of the best in his class, but then with the recent growth spurt of his very much existent brain, he had realized that he was probably around the bottom of his class. But then, through further thinking, Bob had then realized that poverty existed, yes, poverty actually existed, and that some people couldn't even afford to go to school.

It was strange how Bob was learning much more about Earth when he was on another planet than he ever had when he was still on Earth.

So, with that in mind, Bob headed to the adventuring guild.

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"Excuse me, I'm back from my quest."

"So slow?"

The secretary, who had been sitting a the desk all day, ( When did she ever take a break? Bob remembered asking her about something at 12 yesterday. ) looked up from whatever secretaries around here do without paper.

"I was held up by a Rat King."

Bob held his head up and proudly stated why it took him so long to exterminate a bunch of rats.

"I repeat, so slow?"

Bob stared at the secretary.

The secretary stared back, having nothing better to do. Here, paper and phones were nonexistent, so secretaries couldn't stare at blank sheets of paper, marvel at printers, play games or have access to social media on smartphones, make calls and gossip, or whatever it is that secretaries did on Earth. Because of this, the secretaries here were much nicer and much more bored and thus didn't state openly that people were wasting their time, as they really didn't have anything better to do.

Now, back to the point.

"I killed a Rat King, and I have proof of it, so does this mean that I can get to the...a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r... Q rank?"

Bob then made a fool out of himself by showing that he didn't really have a proper education, or just wasn't paying attention to it. For all he knew, his parents were secretly aristocrats and he didn't know anything about it because they weren't really simpletons and thus kept quiet about money that they didn't want Bob to throw away.

That was probably what actually happened.

Thinking back, Bob didn't think his actual last name was actually something. His parents probably just didn't want him to expose all of their secrets to the outside world with their real names.

"Yes, you should be able to, but why did it take so long?"

"Ah, right."

Bob recalled the self-proclaimed "Super Mega Supreme Cheese Overlord".

"Err... No reason."