When we arrived at the [City Stadium], a commotion was unfolding. People were running everywhere, in a frantic, disordered mess. Goblee stopped one of the soldiers rushing by and asked, “What’s happening?” The soldier barely broke stride, replying quickly, “The {Unholy Class} captives have escaped.” Without another word, he rushed off, leaving us stunned.

“What? When did this happen?” Lily exclaimed, clearly surprised. I responded, almost casually, “I teleported them to [Transcendal Island] and gave them their instructions.” The moment the words left my mouth, I could see the shock on their faces. But just as quickly, the tension dissolved as we all burst into laughter, watching the chaos unfold around us. It was a little ridiculous.

Inside the stadium, however, it was completely different. It was quiet, peaceful—nothing like the pandemonium outside. We made our way to the registration counter, and the clerk, who was staring at some papers, looked up and muttered under his breath, “Some more, weak brats.” My patience, already thin, snapped at his words.

He handed us five forms to fill out and asked for our identity proof. I handed over our documents, and the moment he saw them, he froze. His face drained of color, and his hands started shaking. “What’s wrong?” I teased him, but he was too frightened to respond, his eyes widening. “Come on, we’re just ‘some more weak brats,’ aren’t we?” I said, trying to lighten the mood, but he only trembled harder.

"Just kidding," I said with a wink, and we quickly took our forms and moved on to the badge counter.

“How may I help you?” the girl behind the counter asked, smiling politely. We handed over the forms, and without a second thought, she waved us forward. “Right. This way, sir,” she said. She led us through the crowd, parting the sea of people like a knife through butter, and took us to the front of the line.

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing, cutting the line?” someone shouted from behind. Goblee, always ready to step in, turned and approached the man, his eyes narrowing. The man shouted again, his bravado clearly growing, but Goblee, with just a flick of his wrist, sent the man flying toward the back of the room. He hit the wall, a good hundred feet away, his body crumpling against it like a ragdoll. The room went silent, everyone staring at us, too stunned to even speak.

“Goblee, leave him,” I called out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Goblee came back to my side, a satisfied grin on his face. We continued toward the ID booth.

As we entered, I couldn’t help but murmur to myself, “Are we illegal immigrants or something?” It felt like something straight out of a fantasy movie, but I wasn’t about to let that bother me. The magic used to take our photos felt a bit over the top, but I didn’t mind. As soon as the photos were taken, I enchanted our IDs to work in every country, Realm, and Empire, just to make sure we wouldn’t run into any trouble later.

After getting our IDs, we headed back to the registration desk to collect our tournament numbers. The day was coming to an end, and the sun had already set. “It’s been a long day,” I said, putting on a mock Yoda voice for fun. “True,” everyone agreed, chuckling. “So, let’s head to the inn. I scoped a few out earlier while waiting at the guild. The best one’s [Blue Light Garden],” I said, already turning toward the direction of the giant building at the heart of the city.

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The inn was just as grand as I remembered. Expensive, luxurious, and filled with rich people. Not that it mattered to me. As we entered, the staff barely even acknowledged us, too busy with their usual duties. One of the attendants, however, took one look at us, his eyes sweeping up and down our outfits, before sneering, “Cheap inns are down the road. Your whole fortune wouldn’t even cover a night here.”

My patience was at its breaking point, and I barely held myself back. Just as we were about to move past him, a group of wealthy-looking individuals barged through the door, pushing us aside without a second thought. One of them, a particularly arrogant man, turned to us and sneered, “Who let these beggars in?”

That was enough. Goblee, May, Jonny, and Lily all looked ready to tear them apart, and I could feel the anger rising within me. But instead of letting them handle it, I decided to make a point. I used [Spatial Magic] to rain down gold from the ceiling, filling the room with sparkling coins that tumbled in all directions.

“What the hell?” someone shouted, as everyone in the room froze, staring up at the raining gold. Some people started scrambling, trying to grab as much as they could.

“Whose money are you all collecting?” I called out, my voice cutting through the shock. One of the onlookers turned to me, eyes wide. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

“The owner of the money. A [National Level Adventurer],” I replied, barely hiding my amusement. The look on their faces was priceless. One of them scoffed, “You’re bluffing.”

I snapped my fingers, and just like that, the gold vanished, leaving everyone in stunned silence. I turned toward the reception desk, where I placed fifty gold bars on the counter. “How much for one night?” I asked, my tone nonchalant.

The receptionist stared at me, bewildered, unable to process what was happening. “That money must be fake,” someone said from behind me, and I froze as I recognized the voice—Ronald. Of course, it had to be him.

“Master, you’re really angry with him, huh? Who is he?” Goblee asked, his voice low and curious.

“Someone who used to bully me. Always stuck around with Martin, the guy who made my life miserable back then,” I said with a smirk. Turning to Ronald, I asked, “What proof do you have that this gold’s fake?”

Ronald, ever the arrogant fool, shot back, “What proof do you have that it isn’t?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Call your best [Jewel Smith] and have him verify the purity of the gold.”

Ronald, clearly eager to show me up, quickly agreed. He had someone fetch the best [Jewel Smith], and when the man arrived, Ronald extended his hand for a handshake, but the [Jewel Smith] ignored him completely, rushing straight for my pile of gold.

“This… this is gold of the highest purity,” the [Jewel Smith] muttered in awe. “I never thought I would see gold from the ‘Ancient Times.’”

“How… how is this possible?” Ronald stammered, his face turning pale. “Gold of such quality… and it’s from a beggar?”

I shrugged, casually lifting a finger. “I took out a hundred bars back at the guild. It’s not even a fraction of my total fortune.”

The [Jewel Smith] couldn’t stop gushing. “Sir, if you ever need anything made from this gold, I can help. I’m Kar, the best [Jewel Smith] in the [Holy Empire of Earth].”

I politely turned him down. “No, thank you. I don’t need anything.”

I turned back to the receptionist, asking for five rooms for the duration of the tournament. I paid in gold coins and placed the remaining bars back in my storage. The receptionist, still in shock, handed over the room keys, and we left, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

“Did you see the look on their faces when Master pulled out the gold?” Goblee asked, laughing. The others joined in, their laughter filling the air.

As we walked to our rooms, I stood on the balcony for a moment, gazing out over the city, my thoughts wandering. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of my old classmates were still around—especially Martin.

“What’s wrong?” Lily asked, noticing my sudden silence.

“Nothing. Just looking for people to kill,” I replied with a smirk, my gaze still fixed on the city below.

Soon, everyone went to their rooms, and I settled into bed, the events of the day swirling in my mind. Another successful day. Just the way I liked it.