Lynn's roar, saturated with the agony and resentment of endless cycles, was hollered in his mother tongue. Yet, the sheer sense of hysterical mental collapse behind it was enough to transcend any language barrier.
In an instant, a five-meter radius around him cleared as if people had seen a ghost. The crowd scrambled back, forming an eerie vacuum in the middle of the plaza.
Every eye was fixed on this weirdo in the tattered cloak, whose expression was obscured by a hood.
"Is this guy insane?"
"What did he just scream? Some kind of curse?"
"Stay away from him, he looks unstable..."
The whispers drifted into Lynn's ears, dragging him back from the brink of the despair fueled by that lingering, haunting smile. He shuddered violently, realizing he had lost his composure.
Calm down. I must stay calm.
In the Lands Between, losing one's cool was a capital offense, second only to getting greedy with your hits during a boss fight.
Lynn took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage boiling in his skull. He mentally recited the mantra "The Fire Keeper is best girl" three times. Gradually, his chaotic thoughts settled.
Ignoring the inquisitive, wary, and even pitying looks from those around him, he sank his consciousness back into that damnable interface.
The "kindly" smiling face had faded, replaced by a simple UI flickering with the light of Grace. it looked exactly like the menu he used while resting at a bonfire.
Name: Lynn
Level: Lv. 1
Runes: 230
Strength: I 0
Endurance: I 0
Dexterity: I 0
Agility: I 0
Magic: I 0
Skills: None
Magic: None
Development Abilities: None
As expected, everything had been reset to zero. But... what was this "I 0" supposed to mean?
Lynn frowned. The status screen he was familiar with should have been pure numbers—simple, blunt, and clear. This combination of letters and numbers carried a foreign sense of logic. It seemed the power system of this world didn't align perfectly with his old one.
The only silver lining was that the Runes he'd earned from killing those goblins and kobolds in the Dungeon were indeed recorded.
"Hey, are you okay?" A brown-haired beastman youth, looking quite helpful, approached hesitantly and asked with caution, "Do you need me to call the guards for you?"
He likely took Lynn for some poor soul who had suffered a mental break.
"I'm fine, thank you." Lynn looked up. His voice from beneath the hood was unnervingly calm. "I just remembered some... rather unpleasant bosses. Excuse me, if I want to make a living hunting monsters, where should I go to register?"
The beastman was stunned by the massive shift in Lynn's demeanor. He instinctively pointed toward the other side of the plaza.
"Huh? Oh... over there. That largest building is the Adventurer's Guild."
"Much obliged."
After offering his thanks, Lynn ignored the surrounding stares and set off with steady strides directly toward the Guild.
The lobby of the Adventurer's Guild was a cacophony of voices, even more bustling than the plaza outside. The walls were covered in various quest notices. Adventurers gathered in small groups, bragging, joking, and discussing their hauls or plans for the next descent.
The air was a thick cocktail of sweat, ale, and leather.
Lynn's gaze swept across the reception windows, finally landing on a counter marked "New Member Registration."
Miraculously, he could read the script here.
Seated behind the counter was a female half-elf. She had silky, deep-green hair and wore a pair of intellectual-looking glasses, focused intently on the documents in front of her.
Lynn walked over and lightly rapped on the counter.
"Hello. I'd like to register as an adventurer."
The half-elf looked up, revealing a clean-cut and efficient face. She flashed a practiced, professional smile. "Certainly, please wait a moment... Hm?"
Her smile froze the second she got a good look at Lynn.
A filthy linen cloak, so tattered it looked like it had been salvaged from a dumpster. The hood was pulled low, but she could still see that beneath it, he was wearing nothing but a pair of loincloths.
He looks like a pervert.
"Sir," she said, pushing up her glasses as her tone turned serious. "Have you just returned from the Dungeon?"
"In a manner of speaking," Lynn replied.
The half-elf's brow furrowed, her gaze becoming as sharp as an investigator's. "May I ask where your equipment is? Were you robbed?"
"My name is Lynn," he answered calmly. "As for the equipment... well, I accidentally lost it."
"Lost it?"
"Yes. All of it."
Only God knew how much it hurt that he couldn't pull out a single one of those legendary artifacts right now.
That overly honest answer left the half-elf momentarily speechless. She took a deep breath, resetting her professional mask.
"My apologies, Mr. Lynn. I am a Guild Advisor, Eina Tulle," she introduced herself. "According to the regulations, a registered adventurer must belong to a Familia. May I ask who your primary deity is?"
Here it was. The critical question.
Lynn fell silent for a moment. Countless names flashed through his mind, but in the end, he decided to follow his most honest internal realization.
He looked up. From the shadows of his hood, a pair of eyes as still as an ancient well looked directly at Eina.
"Hidetaka Miyazaki."
"...Huh?" Eina wondered if her ears were failing her. "Could you say that again?"
"My God is named 'Hidetaka Miyazaki.' He is the God of Suffering and Forging."
Eina's brain stalled for three seconds.
As a senior Guild advisor, she was familiar with the names and domains of every registered deity in Orario and the world beyond. But the name "Hidetaka Miyazaki" was one she had never heard.
"The God of Suffering and Forging?" she repeated instinctively. How do those two domains even connect?
"My God's doctrine is simple." Lynn's voice carried the weary weight of a man who had seen too much. "He believes that true growth in life does not stem from comfort and smooth sailing, but is born from repeated death and failure."
"Suffering is the best teacher; death is a mandatory trial. Every time you are struck down, every time you lose everything, it is to forge the soul into something more resilient. My God does not bestow power directly upon his believers. He only creates enemies strong enough to crush us, and then he stands by, smiling, watching us use our own will and skill to crawl out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood... until we finally overcome that seemingly insurmountable despair."
Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Eina's ears with startling clarity.
The philosophy sounded utterly absurd—practically a manifesto for a sadist—and yet, coming from his mouth, it carried an indescribable weight of conviction.
Eina looked at the man before her. He was clearly a rookie who didn't even have decent gear, yet his unshakeable composure and those eyes that looked as if they had witnessed the birth and death of worlds made it impossible for her to dismiss his words as a simple lie.
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