Chapter 22: Adventurers Suck

Perseus POV

"Wake up." Ruka flicked my forehead.

"Ow, come on, it's boring."

Unobtainable flower, why are 4 of them 15, who are the adults who give those girls that tile, we need to lock some people up if they are paying that much attention to get information of them.

But even then, I'm not really the person who gives a shit about people competing, even when I watch a sport I like, I don't pay attention to the drafting or recruiting process. It went on like this for the next couple days, I was really sleepy, though most of the children of Paradis were not adopted this time which confused us, they were all recruited by high end academies or some fighting force or whatever.

As we left the arena for the last day, we saw this booth where there was a small group of people registering to be...adventurers, of course it exists here, but you know what, I'm gonna make the person in charge of this whole thing question themselves.

And the head of the adventurer guild of the western continent was somehow there through plot and I waited in line behind 3 people just to talk with the guy.

"Don't make him cry." mom Nyra said

"Seriously, I'm 8, just what image do you have of me?"

"Don't worry, son, we only want what's best for you...and we don't want you offending anyone." Mom Nyra chimed in

My parents really have low expectations for me, huh? Well I guess you readers and I can relate, except, even if they have low expectations, mine know I can have a good future at least, y'all on the other hand...

Anyway, the head of the guild of this continent is this old man who looks to be in his 60s, 178cm tall, has white hair, and dark green eyes. Muscular and scary looking, ruined by the name, Allota Dix.

"Aren't you adventurers just mercenaries?"

"And here we go." Mom Rylee threw her hands up in the air while mom Nyra just facepalmed

"Mercenaries? HAHAHAHA." the man laughed and some of his spit came out of his mouth "We are much more honorable than that!"

"You people do job by request of people, through some paper pinned to a wall and you accept it, kill monsters or hunt someone based on requests, which is basically someone just contracting you with the guild as a middleman, so you're either bounty hunters or mercenaries than actual adventurers."

"In your words, what's an adventure?" he asked

"An exciting activity or experience, so an adventurer would be people who seek these out."

"We have people going to every continent, we have people fight dragons, undead, and every monster out there." he responded "They are also explorers, and they find them exciting, that's why we week them and call ourselves adventurers."

"But are you really willing to fight a dragon if you aren't getting paid for it? I mean even all your expensive equipments are made from the money you accepted through a technical contract to hunt monsters and worked your way up there, so you're still being paid to be explorers and hunters, you're mercenaries.

"Heck, the way you rank your people are based on the people's strength and accomplishment that comes from contracted killing and hunting, a hunter or mercenary are the best terms to describe this job instead of adventurers, because actual adventurers won't need to register through all this and just do it for no recognition or whatsoever."

He then laughed again, well funny guy, if you want to do this, we'll do this, you think you're a funny man?

"Throughout your life, to block out traumatic experiences, you use humor as a coping and defensive mechanism, don't you?"

He stopped laughing and stared at me with this estranged look.

"Oh no, it's starting..." my moms sigh

"Based on how people, well your employees aren't that talkative with you, means that you aren't close, lemme guess intimacy issues? You push everyone away with humor to keep them at a certain distance, maybe?"

"What?!" he exclaimed "That's not true."

"No close friends, single child, parents divorced before the age of adolescence?"

"H-How'd you know?"

*****

"They told me not to blame myself, but I couldn't stop." he bawled his eyes out "They only fought in the first place because they couldn't afford me all these things a kid should have."

He then went on and on, he is sitting on this stacks of boxes as people walk by and give strange looks. He went on and on, Ruka was just crying with him, luckily people still haven't recognize who she truly is yet.

"...when I brought it up like you did, she laughed at my face." he then blew his nose "A-And I question it too, but I'm already the head, I-I can't say us adventurers are just mercenaries with a fancy title, I'll get fired."

"Alright, just go home and take a rest, and maybe you can then tell your boss that being an 'adventurer' isn't worth putting your life on the line, tell them adventurers suck."

*****

"Son, how do you know so much about him?" Mom Nyra asked "That was just deep."

"Remember in the library, I asked around, with some facts plus classic textbook answers, you'll easily know who the person is deep inside."

I was in therapy myself, at some point, you'll be curious of how they know, you're gonna learn. That project traumatized a lot of people, and even then, I'm one of the lucky ones who recovered and can be themselves once again.

Well I plan to just be a wandering explorer, but I need finance first, time to get a part time job when I get back, I guess. If I'm the lord of the blue rose, at some point, a target will be placed right on my back.

Well, I'll just be the one who'll stir the pot into chaos, I saw it, the dance, our tradition...it strengthen people to a certain point, and the effects ate exclusive only for us...all I need is resources, and once I do, this world will just be in the palm of my hands.