1 prologue

The dawn after the 13th night and all the Adventurers from the city had gathered in the Adventurer's Guild. The hall was filled with people. Some of them talking with each other and some of them lurking in the shadows, listening to everything.

There was food and drinks for everyone; food was enough to fill the stomach of the entire city. The table was set with a white table cloth. Varieties of food and drinks were available. Liquor poured in golden grail, food placed on transparent glass plates, gallons of water, everything was there. There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the room.

Masters and Servants, Heroes with Stands, Ghouls, The Undead, Priests, Magicians, Bounty Hunters, Assassins, all kinds of adventurers were present. There was a huge stage in front of the banquet. Although the curtains were drawn, the adventurers could sense that there was something going on behind.

The adventurers started to get back to their own respective parties. Although inside the Adventurer's Guild looked lively, the town on the other hand was all silent. It was all dark and no one had awakened yet. A golden light appears on the entrance of the Guild and our party emerges from it. The guards opened the entrance for us and we entered it. The whole hall falls silent as they let us walk by. We reached the front row and then the lights finally went out. The curtains unfold and the stage lit up. the Guildmaster of the Guild, "Gilgamesh" stands proudly.

This is the story of how our party "Quiescent Neophytes" became the strongest party in the world