I opened my status screen, eyes widening.
"What the hell is this? I'm only level 5… perception? That's pathetic!"
"Narrate," I groaned, "can you at least give me some reward for being reincarnated?"
The spirit chuckled. "Oh, you want a reward? Here—this letter is your prize."
I tore it open.
Congratulations for being reincarnated. Please enjoy your proudful life.
My hands trembled as I ripped the letter apart. "Are you messing with me? Fine. I'll register at the guild, take tasks, earn D coins, and gain the hero title myself."
By evening, I entered the guild. The air was thick with the presence of ferocious adventurers—men and women scarred by battle, their eyes sharp, their laughter loud.
Narrate whispered slyly, "There's a young beauty lady, right?"
I perked up. "Is she going to accompany me on this journey?"
"No," Narrate snorted. "She's just sitting at the counter. That's the registration area. Go fill the form. And stop daydreaming in this guild."
"Fine, fine," I muttered angrily, heading to the counter. I pricked my finger, let blood mark the parchment, and declared, "Now I'm an adventurer. Time to take a quest."
The quest board overwhelmed me—dozens of tasks, each more confusing than the last. As I hesitated, a young lady approached.
"Oh! You're going to take a task? Perfect. I needed someone to help me finish this one. Could you?"
I scanned the parchment. "Two hundred D coins… for a small task? Fine. Let's split it."
Narrate chuckled. "Hehehe… it's just gathering materials for herbal products. But who knows what luck awaits you."
Outside the city, I searched the fields. To my surprise, I stumbled upon rare herbs—Glisant and Dark Foot.
"Unbelievable… I found them so quickly," I said, unaware that my hidden skill, Lucky Looter, had activated.
The young lady returned with two other materials tucked in her bag. "I found mine too. Let's rest before we finish the task."
We stopped at a small shop in a narrow alley.
But as I sat down, unease prickled my skin. The people around us were laughing—not with joy, but with malice. Their eyes glinted, their hands rested on blades.
Bandits.
And the young lady… she was laughing with them.
Dransart's first quest has turned into a trap. Will he escape with the girl—or face betrayal in his very first adventure?
Would you like me to write the next chapter as a tense battle scene—Dransart discovering his hidden skill in combat, maybe unlocking his first true power as a hero? That would give his journey a dramatic turning point.