Become Adventurer

Next day, early morning.

The sun had just started to brighten, but Riezel was already awake.

Taking a quick look around the somewhat unfamiliar room, he was confused for a moment before aware of his situation.

"Almost forgot, I've moved into Twilight Manor."

This was one of the many towers within Twilight Manor, located on the upper floor in one of its rooms.

Yesterday, after completing the status update at Loki's room, Riezel was assigned to this room. This was his room in Twilight Manor, the residence in Loki Familia's main base. From now on, barring any unexpected events, this place would be his, free for him to use.

Getting out of bed, he first glanced outside the dimly lit window before starting to freshen up.

After finishing his morning routine, he noticed a set of clothes placed outside his room, seemingly left there by some members of the Familia.

—Goddess told me to prepare these for you.

Staring at the clothes with a note on top, Riezel fell silent for a moment, then silently thanked them in his mind before changing into the new clothes.

As for his own clothes, there was no way he would wear them again.

The set, covered in bloodstains, mud, and dust after a day and night of battle, had gloriously declared its demise. It couldn't be repaired, only discarded.

In the awkward situation of having no replacement, he had to accept the kindness of the Familia.

However, it seemed the Familia's goodwill wasn't limited to just a set of clothes; there was also a heavy bag filled with shining coins.

Inside the bag, there was another note.

—There's a total of one hundred thousand valis in here, consider it your startup funds. Use it wisely. If you don't follow my instructions from last night, you're not allowed to enter the dungeon!

No need to guess, this note was almost certainly left by Loki.

This reminded Riezel of the tasks assigned by her after updating his status last night. A wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

'It seems that without completing those preparations, she won't allow me back into the dungeon.'

'Well, that's fine...'

Since it was for his own benefit, Riezel would obediently follow Loki's arrangements.

Taking the somewhat heavy money bag, he pondered for a moment. In the end, he chose not to carry it on his person but instead placed it in the storage space of the Dimensional Magic Cube.

In the third instruction of the 'Dimensional Magic Cube's Instructions' it was mentioned that the Dimensional Magic Cube came with a storage space that could be opened and used at any time.

Even before arriving in this world, while lying in bed recovering from injuries in his original world, he had already tried opening the storage space of the Dimensional Magic Cube.

Therefore, he was not unfamiliar with this function.

'Collect.'

With a silent recitation in his heart, the money pouch in his hand disappeared.

It had entered the storage space contained within the Dimensional Magic Cube.

The method for the storage space to receive an item was straightforward—touch the belongings, silently say 'collect'.

The process was the same for extracting an item. First, immerse consciousness into the Dimensional Magic Cube's storage space, observe the interior, locate the desired item, and then silently say 'extract'.

Once familiar with these functions during the month of recuperation, he could now perform 'collect' or 'extract' in less than a second. It was convenient and efficient.

After he was done, Riezel opened the door and stepped into a corridor.

Upon closer inspection, this corridor was suspended.

As the base of Loki Familia, the various towers that made up Twilight Manor were interconnected. The lower halves of several spires were linked, while the upper halves extended into stone corridors connecting the towers. From the outside, it looked like a complex network of passages between the towers, lacking any semblance of order.

Riezel walked on one such aerial corridor, which offered a view of the courtyard below. 

"Morning."

"Morning, rookie."

Several early-rising Familia members seemed busy with tasks. They greeted Riezel as they passed by.

"Morning."

Riezel returned the greetings politely and continued down the corridor, eventually leaving Twilight Manor. He crossed the courtyard and arrived at the main gate.

"Morning, rookie. Heading out so early?"

"Don't come back like last night, all worn out, okay?"

The two Familia members at the gate recognized Riezel. One greeted him while the other gave a friendly warning.

"I won't, please be relieved, seniors."

Feeling a bit awkward, Riezel could only smile politely before continuing on his way. It wasn't until he walked onto the main street that he felt the gazes behind him fade.

"They are quite friendly... and genuinely caring too."

Riezel sighed slightly, feeling inexplicably moved.

In his previous life, the people around him were mostly manipulative and hypocritical, smiling at him with hidden agendas. It was rare for anyone to genuinely care and show consideration as the members of the Loki Familia did.

So, he found it quite foreign.

Even the incident last night, where Loki gave him a cold shoulder for being out one day and one night, was something he wasn't used to. Therefore, he was quieter than usual.

However, he knew it was because these people genuinely cared about him, making him feel awkward.

It was a rare experience for him, so feeling awkward was natural.

Fortunately, after spending a month healing in the main world, Yuri's attitude towards him wasn't bad either. Otherwise, he might truly have felt overwhelmed and unsure.

Overall, the atmosphere within Loki Familia made Riezel quite comfy.

'Even though I already had some understanding of Loki Familia through the original work, when I originally chose to join Loki Familia, it wasn't without considering the friendly atmosphere within the Familia. But after experiencing it firsthand, it just felt different.'

Riezel could only express his feelings in this way before shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

However, his mood inevitably improved quite a bit, causing his steps to be more forceful than usual. Deep down, he silently noted everyone's help and concern and made a promise to repay them when the opportunity arose.

That's just how he is—impressed and highly appreciative of people's kindness and goodwill. Perhaps it's because he rarely encountered people with purely good intentions towards him in the past?

As he thought about his previous life, Riezel couldn't help but mock himself slightly.

'Whatever, let's not dwell on it too much.'

Since he had already decided to leave his past behind, thinking about those things would only add unnecessary worries.

He quickly shifted his thoughts and began focusing on the tasks at hand.

'There's a lot to do today.'

Last night, Loki gave him several strict orders that he must complete.

'First, I need to prepare a new weapon and a set of armor suitable for dungeon exploration.'

'Second, finish reading the books I found in the library last night, memorizing information about the dungeon's upper levels, maps, and details about the monsters on each floor.'

'Lastly, visit the Guild and register as an adventurer.'

These were the three instructions Loki gave Riezel to complete. Only after finishing these tasks could he enter the dungeon again.

It's more accurate to say that, typically, people who want to enter the dungeon would complete these preparations first before considering venturing in. Riezel, on the other hand, disrupted common sense, entering the dungeon first and then turning back to make these preparations, truly leaving people dumbfounded.

If it weren't for him awakening one magic and three skills with astonishing effects, and the update of his status last night almost driving Loki insane, she might have ordered him to find a party and not allow him to venture into the dungeon alone.

At that moment, Loki was being quite lenient, only instructing him to make these three preparations.

'As for the books, I pretty much finished reading them last night. At least, I've memorized the information about the first few floors of the dungeon.'

Riezel, with his exceptional memory, wasn't troubled by that at all and had already completed that task last night.

With two tasks left—register at the Guild and use the startup funds to purchase weapons and armor.

'Let's go register at the Guild first.'

Having made this decision, Riezel recalled the city map he noted down last night and headed northwest.

The street here was bustling early in the morning, with many shops open and stalls set up on both sides.

On the way, many people, humans, and various demi-humans were walking around, some well-equipped, indicating that they weren't to be messed with.

Entering this street and walking deeper, Riezel, along with many others with the same destination, eventually arrived at a magnificent building.

It was a building constructed with white pillars.

In the spacious marble-made entrance hall, numerous heavily armed individuals were bustling around, crowding the area to the point of chaos.

This was the Guild, the official organization managing the Labyrinth City, Orario.

Most of the figures present were adventurers, people with the duty and purpose of conquering dungeons.

Riezel managed to slip in and approached the counter.

"Hey there, could you help me register as an adventurer?" Riezel spoke to the lady receptionist behind the counter.

"Sure, just a moment." The receptionist responded promptly. She skillfully pulled out a piece of parchment and began the registration process.

"Name?"

"Riezel Brynhart."

"Race?"

"Human."

"Age?"

"...Seventeen."

Riezel initially thought about stating his age from his previous life, but it felt a bit awkward to report that age with the appearance of his current body. Therefore, he hesitated slightly before giving the age of his current body.

"To which Familia do you belong?"

Unaware of his complex mood, the receptionist continued with the questions.

"Loki Familia."

Riezel didn't hesitate much and stated it directly.

However, in that split second, a brief silence fell over the entire hall.