After waiting for a few minutes alone in the room, the receptionist returned, offering a polite apology. "Sorry for my initial rude behavior. Here is your guild card."

He handed me a copper-colored card with my name, registration date, and the affiliated guild branch name etched on it. As I examined the card in excitement, he continued, "Your rank is bronze for now. The more you explore and defeat monsters, the higher your rank will become based on your achievements."

I recalled reading about the ranking system: bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. Even Grandpa had only reached gold rank in his prime.

"Can I explore the dungeon alone despite my rank?" I asked.

He smiled and replied, "Normally, we wouldn't allow it, but due to the lack of adventurers participating, all ranks are temporarily permitted to scout the area."

"Oh... thanks! I'll get going then," I said, leaving the room and heading out of the guild building toward the dungeon near my school gate.

As I left, I noticed some adventurers puzzled and dissatisfied by a teenager registering with the guild and heading out. They questioned the receptionist.

"What is the meaning of this? Why did you register that brat? Are the guilds taking anyone at this point?"

The receptionist calmly replied, "We can't do anything about him."

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The angry adventurer pressed further, "And why is that?"

"Because he is from the Everett family," the receptionist said in a monotone voice.

Upon hearing the family name, everyone was shocked. They realized they couldn't bully the child of such a prominent family. The Everetts were renowned for their magical weapons, with partnerships extending to the guild itself. Their frustration was palpable.

"A kid raised in luxury trying to risk his life dungeon diving?" one adventurer muttered in frustration.

The receptionist silently pondered the situation. A student around 16-17 years old capable of controlling his mana flow was unusual. "Maybe he does know what he's doing," he thought to himself.

About 10 minutes later, I arrived at the school front gate, holding my sword in one hand and the adventurer guild's card in the other. I showed my card to the personnel guarding the dungeon entrance.

"A student has signed up as an adventurer?" the two guards exclaimed, shocked. They contacted the guild to confirm, and upon receiving affirmation, one of them said, "I don't know what you're trying to achieve, but you have permission to enter. Take care of yourself, child."

I took back my guild card and entered the dungeon. Though aware of the dangers, I felt ready to give it a try. Inside, I looked around the dimly lit surroundings with brick walls enclosing me. Fortunately, I had brought a flashlight, but the unknown still loomed large.

Seeing no one else around, I assumed any other adventurers were deeper inside. "Let's go for it," I muttered, gripping my sword in one hand and the flashlight in the other. I moved slowly, observing each wall and corner to avoid being ambushed. My amateur swordsmanship was all I could rely on for now.

Despite practicing for a long time, my mana level was still low, barely enough to maintain a small fireball for 5-10 minutes.

Suddenly, I heard a _growl_ around the next corner. Peeking quickly, I spotted a goblin with a small weapon. I couldn't risk shining my flashlight directly at it and drawing attention. Though a newbie, I wasn’t an idiot.

"I need to be careful about my actions," I whispered, preparing myself for the unknown dangers ahead.