Chester entered the building. The outside of the building looked like an ordinary structure, but inside it was as spacious as the inn they had visited last night, just as full and decorated with various exotic items. Just opposite the door was a section of guild officials. Armored and armed groups sat at each table, some talking to guild officials, others looking at the advertisements posted on the bulletin board. As soon as he walked through the door, the guild members stared at him. Chester thought he was attracting attention by the way he was wearing but then he thought of the elf next to him. Except for Yigmir, there was no one else in the guild except for two people who looked like elves. He drew more attention than he did. As they moved forward to talk to the guild official, someone approached them. She was dressed in black and looked like an assassin, with a hood over her head and throwing daggers that Chester couldn't miss, no matter how much she hid them. Another striking thing about her was her rather short stature. She was about the same height as a 10-year-old child. She had ears and a tail. She could have been of the Human-Cat Race. Maybe she was a tiger.

"I thought you would never come here again. Where is the rest of the group? What happened? Were they killed by two dogs while gathering herbs?"

Yigmir didn't seem to mind the insult. Based on yesterday's events, Chester guessed that Eela, Rim and Yigmir were novices in the guild. While some of the other groups laughed at Yigmir, she was heading towards the guild officials without a care in the world. For Chester, it didn't matter, It was not his problem.

As she was handing over the documents for the delivery of the goods, Chester had found an empty attendant seat next to him and was talking to him. In what appeared to be the treasurer's department were various weapons, animal skins, stuffed heads, and in the middle of it all a huge green triangular pennant with a sun, staff and sword, symbolizing the Guild of busybodies. Sitting across from him was an eagle-like creature with two heads and four claws in each wing, better dressed than the rest of the city. It was staring at Chester with a dull expression on its face.

"How can I help you?"

"I'm here to apply for a busybody."

The eagle-like thing in front of him gave Chester a hard look, then turned back.

"Please touch this paper. And apply a drop of your blood to the space in the bottom right corner."

Chester did as it said and the form paper began to fill itself in. The blank space, which contained a lot of superficial information such as his name, age and gender, was taken care of with a drop of blood, without even asking him any questions. When the paper had finished filling itself in, Chester handed it to the officer. The clerk skimmed the paper, which contained information about him, and placed it in one of the drawers. A moment later, from a different drawer, he took out a small skull with two horns.

"Please grasp the skull and do not let go until it stops reacting to you."

As soon as Chester touched the white skull, it turned black and then turned into a ball of fire. The fire did not give off any heat. The attendant was a little surprised, and after taking out the papers he had just placed and looking at them for a moment, he asked again.

"What was your previous job?"

The only thing Chester could deduce from the skull going up in flames was that it would show how good or bad a person he was. He would tell him a convenient lie.

"I was a mercenary. There were things I had to do in my time."

The creature in front of him was staring at Chester. He was erasing and rewriting parts of the paper in his hand.

"You've had quite a life of hate and violence. But we don't judge anyone here. For some reason you were entered as a construction foreman, there must have been a mistake."

'Construction foreman? That's a pretty good metaphor for an old car mechanic.'

He was asking one question after another without even looking at his face.

"Why are you being a busybody?"

"Financial difficulties"

"Do you own any land?"

"No."

"Do you have a trade license?"

"No."

"So far, so good. Lastly;

The Guild is not liable for loss of life or property during missions as per Guild law, you can be called upon once a year for charity work and once every six months for optional work by the kingdoms. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No."

The attendant stamped a few places on the paper and cast various spells, then handed him wooden necklace.

"I have created your record, and you can now take low-level graded tasks. If you want to be included in the ones where you have to defend yourself, such as escorting or hunting, you will have to spend four missions under supervision, or, if you are very confident, you can skip this part by defeating an experienced busybody when you are at a disadvantage. The choice is yours."

For Chester, just having an ID was enough. But on the other hand, it would be ridiculous for him to walk around in full plate armor with a limited access ID.

"Let's set up a fight right away."

"We don't have an officer available at the moment, come back in two days for the fight or fi-"

The runt who had just teased Yigmir was joining the conversation.

"I'll help him with his test."

"Find someone in the hall who wants to fight you. If it's all right with Mr. Chester, yes. But I must warn you, Mrs. Haldy is a very experienced busybody."

"I don't mind."

Haldy burst out laughing.

"Well, well, well, man is full of confidence."

Chester didn't seem to mind so much.

"What's that strange armor you're wearing? Where are you from?"

He picked up the hoe lying next to him, propped against the wall, and threw it slowly towards Chester.

Chester dodged the hoe with minimal movement. It landed on his back.

"You left your hoe here. Give up while you're ahead, this job is not for the likes of you."

The Guild laughed at Haldy's words, while others looked sadly at Chester. As Haldy got the crowd even more fired up, Chester decided to fight back.

"Watch your mouth kid or you won't live long."

Haldy's expression suddenly changed and the Guild fell silent. His back was turned to Chester. Only a select few in the guild would dare say such a thing to Haldy.

"Peasants should know their place, especially those who talk too much."

Haldy quickly drew the misshapen dagger hidden in hers long coat and, after appearing on Chester's back, held it to his throat.

"Who do you think you are, too stupid to realize your situation?"

"What are you threatening me with, are you going to bite my neck or something?"

The dagger in Haldy's hand suddenly disappeared. Haldy reappeared with a lunge, and as she did, Chester plunged the dagger into the wooden floor just at Haldy's feet, leaving no space. Haldy was speechless with astonishment, and the guild watched silently as the stranger in black and equally strangely.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Haldy thought he was still a peasant, no matter how timid he was after all that had happened. After all, she was one of the elders of the guild.

"I'll make you eat your words, boy."

"We'll see about that."

"Tell the guildmaster to prepare the field."

The people in the guild were eager to watch the fight. Immediately two adventurers ran up the stairs to report the situation to the arena attendant. Meanwhile, the whole guild was moving towards the arena with slow steps. Chester was coming down the stairs right behind Haldy. He wasn't excited, but atmosphere changed when he got below the guild. Under the ground was an arena as big as a small sized stadium. The place resembled a big cave in general, but the arena was very clean. Immediately he approached Yigmir, who was quietly watching the whole thing.

"Are there rules for this fight?"

"I'm sure the fight officer will tell you, but the rules are simple. Being in too bad a shape to fight,surrendering or leaving the field will result in a loss."

"Is that all?"

"That's all."

"What happens if I kill him?"

"You can't kill someone in the arena. You will fight under the supervision of angels. Angels resurrect those who have died fighting in the arena."

"Then wouldn't everyone be immortal?"

Chester was right. An evil adventurer with the ability to resurrect could ravage any place.

"It's only exceptional in some sacred arenas. The arena itself is a divine relic."

He had learned the reason why the arena was underground, but he didn't care much. Mag kept saying things about going on the record and shouting at Chester with ridiculous tactics. Chester sternly shushed Mag and returned to his conversation with Yigmir. Haldy, seeing her talking to himself, thought Chester was crazy.

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"What if the spectators are accidentally attacked?"

"The audience will be protected by some kind of barrier. You don't have to worry about that."

Chester didn't trust the barrier Yigmir had told him about, but he was relieved to know that he didn't need to restrain himself.

"Word of advice, Haldy has mastered the art of swift assassination. She is a member of the silent step group, one of the best groups in the kingdom. As I recall, Haldy is a gold-level opponent, quite a formidable opponent."

Chester took Yigmir's advice and stepped onto the field.

Haldy and Chester were in the center of the arena, next to the official. Yigmir was explaining the situation to Eela and Rim, who had just arrived.

"Do you know the rules?"

They both nodded in agreement,

"Then there is nothing to say. Take your places and be ready. As for the disadvantage for Mr. Chester-"

Haldy had intervened

"No need. I'm stronger than a normal guild officer. I am his handicap."

"Right. You have three minutes to prepare and then you can begin once the chant is complete."

"Who were you yelling at on the stairs?"

"It's none of your ass-legged business."

Haldy was even angrier. She was going to lash out before she could hold himself back and tear the clown in front of him to pieces.

Chester moved to the other corner of the arena and began to make his preparations. Mag was talking quietly to Chester.

"This is going to be a tough match, according to the muscle analysis I did, that 'ass-legged' is almost your equal in strength. Don't let your guard down.

"I've eaten guys like that raw on the field, they are weaker than they look."

Chester looked around.

"We have so many onlookers, using a gun might not be a sensible option."

Chester looked around for a moment again and then looked at the weapons rack in the corner of the arena. On the weapons rack were various weapons such as axes, swords and spears. They looked quite worn. Chester looked at the rusted shovel next to the rack

"Ha! It would be funny if you fought with a rusty shovel against a very powerful and leading assassin of the guild."

"Exactly."

Mag was looking at Chester with her eye wide open."

"You're really going to do it -YOU DUMB SHI - at least pick up the sword too, you'll have a backup plan. "

"The shovel is quite enough, but sure, I'm a good man after all."

Chester also picked up a bag of throwing daggers with broken corners and tucked them into his waistband.

The audience laughed at his choice of weapon. Chester, meanwhile, had returned to his spot and was trying to look at the ghostly figure in the light emanating from the stone statues. It was singing some kind of song, what they must have called a chant. The chanting of the ghost ended abruptly and the fight began. Haldy made the first move of the fight.

"Smokescreen!"

After Haldy's words, the field was suddenly covered with black smoke and Haldy disappeared. Through this fog, Haldy was throwing high-speed daggers towards Chester and Chester was dodging with minimal movement. He was literally reading his movements with limited visibility.

"Shadow Hand! Third Eye!"

Chester didn't understand why Haldy always said it out loud when she was about to perform an action, and he wanted to ask Eela later if it was necessary.

At least for now, he could react and take precautions according to what Haldy said. Suddenly, four shadow extensions appeared on Haldy's back and an eye appeared in the center of his forehead. All four shadow appendages were holding short daggers, and the third eye of hers looked quite frightening. There was no trace of the daggers she had just thrown, she was throwing steadier, more deadly daggers. If it was anyone else, they would have impale him.

"COME ON! AREN'T YOU GOING TO FIGHT BACK?"

Some of Haldy's daggers hit his armor but bounced off it. Chester realized that he had been a fool to wait for Haldy to finish her daggers. Haldy was making daggers from shadows and throwing constantly. Chester, on the other hand, managed to dodge each time with the least amount of movement without even changing his stance, moving towards Haldy with slow steps. In rapid succession, Haldy's body was shifting on the smoke screen, trying to throw her daggers from different angles.

"Shadow Offense! Now try and get out of this!"

Chester was suddenly surrounded by Haldy's shadows. About ten shadows were approaching Chester, making various attacks. Continued to dodge daggers while destroying the approaching shadows one by one with his shovel.

Haldy finally got into close range and started attacking Chester with his dagger.

Chester swung his shovel relentlessly left and right, trying to hit Haldy, but Haldy was able to dodge effortlessly.

"You'll get tired if you keep swinging your shovel like that."

"Be quiet and watch, I'm trying something."

As Chester swung the shovel to the left, he deliberately left it open and let Haldy attack.

"Enough fun, I'm finishing."

Chester narrowly avoided the attack and managed to grab Haldy with his other hand. In a sudden movement, he pulled her towards him and slammed her to the ground. The arena was shattered and a shock wave went through the arena. Even though the impact was strong enough to shatter a normal human being, Haldy was still in one piece on the ground, slightly injured. Chester was a little surprised. He was pressing on Haldy's body with his left foot when he suddenly struck a hard blow with the shovel in his hand. The blow had broken Haldy's right leg, disfiguring it, the bone visible from the outside. Haldy was screaming in pain, trying to drive the dagger into Chester's leg. Chester had broken his other leg and thrown the shovel aside.

"So how's was i? Was this peasant good enough? Give up and be sor-"

"YOU SON OF -"

Chester took the interruption calmly, then took a dagger from his dagger pouch and threw it at Haldy's face.The dagger was so damaged rather than impaled that it shattered on impact, but did not do much damage.

"What a weapon. So? Are you giving up?"

Haldy was still trying to stab the dagger with one hand while throwing the daggers with the other. She was throwing them more violently than before, but none of them were stabbing, only scratching. Chester took the bag of daggers out of his waistband, tied the mouth of the bag shut and started to hit Haldy on the head. He started slowly, but each time he struck, he got faster and faster, stronger and stronger. With each blow, a piece of Haldy's face was torn off and blood poured down his face. In the end, Haldy lay on the floor, unable to move.

"I thought you were putting words in my mouth."

Haldy spoke in a weak voice.

"I give u-"

"You're still going on? All right, I'll put your fingers in your mouth instead of words."

Chester stared at Haldy for a moment longer, then picked up hers dagger. One by one cut off Haldy's fingers, sticking a finger in her mouth every time she tried to scream in pain. The spectators were silent, staring at the horrific scene before them.

"Chester, that's enough. We don't want to make an enemy out of someone in the audience."

"You're right."

Chester plunged the dagger into Haldy's lung and stood over him, watching her die.

In her own blood, with her fingers in her mouth, while slowly fading.

After a few seconds, Haldy was dust in an instant, resurrected by the angels where she had started the fight. She stood in the center of the arena, brand new, all his battle scars gone in an instant. After seeing the difference in strength, Haldy thought that Chester was even stronger than the captain. Fear overcame him. It was the first time she had ever been defeated in this arena, by a stranger with overwhelming power. While Haldy was still recovering from the shock, an arena official came running onto the court and raised Chester's hand in the air.

"The winner is Chester Vegner!"

No one in the arena was applauding. He had killed quite brutally. If he had been killed with a sword blow, no one would have been so surprised. According to Mag, the daggers she threw traveled almost as fast as bullets. The fact that she could throw such daggers with his bare hands foretold that the journey home would not be easy, because Haldy was just a smug loser. He was not happy about the situation, but he had heard that she was tough one. So he didn't think it was necessary to worry too much.

Chester approached Haldy with slow steps and stopped in front of him a step away.

"Talk back to me again and this time I'll find you in an alley where you won't be resurrected."

Paused in his words.

"You know the rest."

Haldy looked at Chester with eyes full of horror and hatred. After a few more glances, he threw the blood-covered bag aside and left the field.