Dimas slowly inhaled and then exhaled through his mouth. This is it. The day he will go registered himself to be an adventurer.

He'd already brimmed with indecision this past week over it, but he'd finally reaffirmed his resolve yesterday.

He is going to go against his grandfather wishes to be an [Alchemist] just like him and continued to watch over his shop.

Even though he loves his grandfather to death, he still wanted to forged his own path in the world.

And in order to do that, he'd decided to became an adventurer.

So, today he wore his best clothes, a primarily dark red colored shirt with a white and black oval shaped decorations crisscrossed it's surface diagonally. It's something called Fabric of Enchantment. If the name haven't clued you in yet, the shirt is made by a [Weaver] and an [Enchanter], or someone with both Class.

It's enchanted to be resistance to both piercing and slashing attack. Because it's made of just fabric, it really light in weight. So, it's became the favourite of many adventurer. Of course, it's rather expensive, so not many people own it, at least at the start.

Dimas is luckier than most, his grandfather can afford it. He'd asked for it at his sixtenth birthday and although suspicious regarding Dimas' intention, his grandfather still bought it for him. He is kind like that.

As for the pants, he wore a black pants with a brown belt where he'd fastened a small bag for storing things. It's only an ordinary bag, though. His grandfather's generousity didn't extended that far.

Also, he'd stowed a knife on his belt for his weapon of choice. He is more inclined toward it than sword because he felt more familiar wielding a knife. All that time helping his grandfather cutting alchemical ingredients is not for nothing.

While he is busy fastening the crisscrossing section of his sandals that goes up his knees, the sound of someone clearing their throat startling him.

Looking back, Dimas had to swallowed his nervousness. Because there, standing imposingly in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, is his grandfather.

Even though the hair on his head is already entirely turning grey and his face is full of wrinkles, his piercing gaze is still frightening him sometimes. Sighing, the man uncrossed his arms and joined Dimas sitting in their two-storey home's front steps.

Dimas'd deliberately choosed to leaving the house while he is busy concocting his potions. But apparently it's didn't worked as well as he'd hoped.

"Not even saying goodbye to your old man, Dimas?" His disappointed gaze as if burned him to the core.

"Ah, I thought you wouldn't agree, so..." Dimas said sheepishly.

"Well," said the old man, "If became an adventurer is what you wanted, then so be it."

"Uh..." Dimas is unsure what he'd to say.

Throwing a small smile, "Here," he said, thrusting a small vial filled with red liquid toward Dimas. "A Healing Potion, you'll need it."

Finished, he clapped Dimas' shoulder and then slowly walking into the house and closed the door.

"Good luck." He said.

Putting the potion in his bag, Dimas throw one last look at his home. Then, he is off to the Adventurer's Guild of Wijava.

The city of Wijaya is located in the continent of Jaya. It's considerably small city, at least compared to the other city of Kingdom of Mahalhit. It's tucked in the corner near the border with the kingdom of Lemark.

Even though it's small, the inhabitans is prospered because it is the main trade routes between the two kingdom. The lands around the city is also fertile, so the side of the city that faced the capital is surrounded by fields of rice.

And one other thing, it is also the location of the newly discovered dungeon. It is what actually convinced Dimas to finally became an adventurer. Dungeon is usually full of treasures and powerful artifacts. And this one is new, so there's still many things just laying around waiting for their new owners to claim it.

So it was with that hopeful thought Dimas entered the Adventurer's Guild. This is the vey first time he ever set foots on this building, having no reason to previously.

It is a two-storey building near the plaza in the middle of the city. On it's front door posted a sign that read 'Adventurer's Guild' on a graceful script. Inside, the first thing you see is the receptionest' desk placed on a straight line opposite the door. On it's left is another door and on it's right is stairs that goes up to the second floor. There is a queue in front of it. That left a wide area for many round tables scattered across the room filled with adventurers. There is also a board where people can posted a request for adventur to fulfilled.

Choosing a shorter line, Dimas joined other peoples in front of the desk. One by one they concluded their bussiness and the line just getting shorter, until finally it is Dimas' turn.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The [Receptionist] asked kindly. She have a long black hair that tied into a high ponytail and her black eyes crinkled in smiles.

"I, um, I'm, registering?" Dimas cringed in embarrassment, the last words came out more like a question. This is why he'd hesitated for so long, he is not good with people, especially stranger. As can be attested by how he can't quite looked the lady in the eyes.

She blinked, but kept smiling and continued, "Name?" She said in-between taking out a piece of paper and a pen.

"D-Dimas." He stammered.

"Age?"

"S-seventeen."

"Class?"

"I-I don't, I don't have one y-yet."

That got a raised eyebrow. People usually obtained their first Class at thirteen at the earliest and fifteen at the latest. Dimas who is unsure of what he wanted to be and only ever half-heartedly helping his grandfather never got any Class. He'd hoped that maybe they can help him.

"I'm sorry, we can't registered people without a Class." She spoke. At her words Dimas' is a little crestfallen.

"But, don't worry," the [Receptionist] quickly added after seeing Dimas' expression. "We can help you get a Class, at a price."

Dimas' brightened face immediately dullled. She pitied him a little, but policy is policy.

"W-what sort of Class?" He enquired and hoped they at least give him a good Class.

"Well, we can instruct you to be a [Warrior], [Archer], and [Rogue]. Each one is two silver and fifty copper." She explained.

Thankfully Dimas still have five silver on his saving, so he can afford it.

As far as he knows, [Warrior] is a Class that specialized in close quarter combat and usually wearing heavy armour. [Warrior] or variant of that Class is also largely the fronts and leaders of many adventurer's teams. And as a leader they must've to talking with people a lot.

On the other hand, [Archer] as the name implied is the one who are using bows and shooting arrows. They're specialized in long-range combat. The high-leveled one is usually using enchanted arrows. If he choosing this Class, he would've to buying many, many arrows.

Whereas [Rogue] is the one who moved quickly and stealthily, have a tendency to suddenly disappeared, and covering their faces. They also didn't talk much.

So, [Rogue] it is.

After Dimas told the [Receptionist] of what Class he'd chosen and payed the advance money, she led him to their walled-off backyard through the door on the side of the desk. But not before telling the other [Receptionist] that, "Rini, I'm going to bring this one to the backyard and fetching the [Instructor]. Please, cover for me for a while."

The one that she'd addressed, Rini, just nodded back in reply.

She left him in the middle of the backyard. "Wait here for a moment," she said. "It's not going to take long, the [Instructor] lived just nextdoor."

While he is alone, he busied himself with observing his surrounding. There is open field for training or sparing, a few dummy and shooting target put on the side alongside the wall. Wooden benches also scattered around with a few rack filled with varying weapons.

Thankfully, it is currently empty of people.

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang and entered a man with a cane limping inside. "So you're the lad Laila told me about," he said. "Wanna be an adventurer, without even a single Class, huh? You sure you have what it takes?"

"Y-yes." Stammered Dimas.

"Say it with more spirit!" He shouted.

"Y-yes!

The moustached man quietly staring at him with narrowed eyes. Dimas fidgeted.

"[Rogue]!" He suddenly shouted. "Always queit, quick stepped, and attacking from behind. Unheard. Unseen. Knives slick with poison."

He gave the impression that if he could, he would be moving back and forth while he is explaining.

"Today I am to be your [Instructor] and you would obey! Understand?!"

"Y-yes!" While he is unsure at first about who is this brusque man that shouted at him, that words convinced him regarding his identity.

"Right, just do as I say, and tomorrow you would be a proud [Rogue]," said the [Instructor]. "First thing first! How to be quiet. Now, the very basic, watch where you walk! Don't step on anything that would make a loud sound, like dry leaves!

"Second, notice your surrounding! You don't want a snapped twig or two alerted your prey of your presence. Third, keep your body close to the ground! Fourth, place the toe of your foot down first and slowly, gently roll your foot toward your heel and onto the ground! And keep your hands close to your body!"

Stopped to take a breath, he continued, "Now, you do it till you could move queitly!"

Dimas tried as best as he could to following as instructed. But apparently it is not enough, because the [Instructor] soon called out to him, "Come here, lad!"

When he is close enough, thwack! Dimas got smacked by the man's cane. "Do it again," he ordered. "And do it right this time!"

After many unsuccessful attempts and beatings later, Dimas finally wisened up and decided to divesting his sandals.

This time his attempts pleased the [Instructor]. However, "Alright, that's good enough, now do it while running."

Dimas can't help but groaned, but did as he is told. The cycle repeated again untill Dimas mastered the steps.

"Good, good. Rest, and get comfortable, I'm sure you'll get the Class now. I have somewhere to be, so I'll be off." The [Instructor] remarked and limping away. Leaving Dimas alone again, sitting on a bench.

Dimas didn't even get his name.

[Rogue Level One!]

[Skill: Quiet Step!]

Ah, finally he can be registering as an adventurer properly.

He mused that he must've been gotten the skill from his prior attempt. The skill appeared to be a passive skill, so he doesn't needed to consciously kept himself from making any unnecessary noises.

Even though usually the first skill that someone obtained from their Classess is rather weak, he is still grateful for it nonetheless.

Getting up, Dimas strode back inside and went over to the [Receptionist]'s desk.

"Hello again," she said. Dimas remembered that that no-nonsense [Instructor] called her Laila. "Already got your Class?" Laila continued.

Dimas inclined his head in confirmation.

"Well, good," she remarked. "I've completed your form, so you're now officially is an adventurer. You can now get ranked, using Adventurer's Guild's services such as taking a quest, and selling and buying raw materials. As well as any misconduct you commit as a member of the Adventurer's Guild will be punished as befitted the actions, do you understand?"

"Y-yes, I un-understand." He stammered a reply.

"Currently, you're assigned as an F-ranked adventurer, wich is the lowest rank, which can be ascended to E, D, C, B, A, with S as the upper limit. Quest is also assigned the same rank and you can only take a quest which is one point lower or above your rank, excepted unusual circumstances, such as misinformation of difficulties, direct request from clients, or you are being conscripted to fight or protecting against individuals, beings, or organizations that seek to harm and destroy the city of Wijaya."

Inhaling deeply she spoke, "Okay, any questions?"

Dimas shaking his head in denial, "N-no, miss."

"You're a quiet one, aren't you?" Laila observed, staring at him amusedly.

Dimas just throw her a weak smile in respone.

Sighing, she drew a few papers from the little cabinets underneath the desk. "This here is a copy of some of the F-ranked and E-ranked quests that we've got, the rest is in there," she pointed to the board on the side wall before rifling through the papers. "Let's see, one for gathering 30 Sirih for a [Herbalist], cleaning the sewer from Slimes infestation, Old Man Hadri need someone to accompanied him fishing, killing Mondok Rats in the rice fields, and Sirih again, for an [Alchemist] this time.

"So, which one is it?" The [Receptionist] enquired. "Or maybe you want to browse the board instead?"

Dimas mused the questions for a while. On one hand, he knew of Sirih, his grandfather used it to make the Healing Potions and apparently [Herbalists] also used it for something. But, he didn't signed up as an adventurer to gather some plants.

On the other hand, he really didn't want to go to the sewer if he can help it. On the metaphorical third hand, fishing sound boring.

And, on the metaphorical fourth hand...

"W-what's a Mondok R-rats?"

"Oh!" Laila exclaimed. "It's like the usual rats, just.. bigger, and furless, and also have sharp claws and teeth..." she trailed up at the end. "Okay, a little different, but still a pest just the same, trust me, the [Farmers] really hates them."

"I-I'll take the quest." Dimas said.

"The rats?" The black haired woman asked for clarification. Dimas nodded.

"You sure? It's actually E-rank," asked Laila again. Dimas nodded again.

"Very well. When you completed the quest, you'll need to either confess under a Truth Spell, Truth Stone or bring proof of your kills to get the reward. In this case, the tails will do," she remarked. "Plus, you can also sell the tails in here or elsewhere if you want."

Dimas inclined his head and hurried outside after thanked her, still barefooted.

The roads in Wijaya is mostly made of of little bricks that arranged in such a way to make a proper road. It is wide enough for two wagons to pass side by side without a problem and still have space left for pedestrians to walk through. Well, at least for the main roads, that is. The rest is a mix of bricks and dirt or just plain dirt.

There is also many gravels scattered around. Be it from broken bricks or stones. This gravels is the things that Dimas currently suffered. His skill, [Quiet Step], for whatever reason doesn't worked when he wore his sandals.

It is quite irksome and his being barefooted caused a few stare, but he resolved to just powered through it.

Right now, he is on a quest to vanquishing a bunch of troublesome rats. The quest said that they usually dwelled in the rice fields on the edge of the city.

Upon arrival, he immediately greeted by one of many [Farmers] harvesting their crop. "Good afternoon, mas," he said politely, tipping his straw hat. Mas is the term that the Jayan used to address what they considered an adult or young adult males. "What bring you here to our field on this fine day?"

"Um, I have a-a quest." Dimas said quitely said, not staring directly to the man's eyes.

"Oh, right," he muttered. "We did put a quest for the damn rats this morning, didn't we, dear?" He said to a woman that worked alongside him that appeared to be his wife, his tones when he mentioned the pest is noticeably irritated.

"Yes, mas." She replied tersely. But that didn't looked like it is bothering him though, he just smiled fondly at her direction. "And you," she suddenly addressed Dimas, "Don't steps on too many of our rice, just do your bussiness on the borders of our fields or on the already harvested section, got it?"

"Y-yes, miss." Dimas stuttered his assent.

The tan-skinned [Farmer] let out a little laugh, "My name is Budi," he introduced himself. "That's my wife, Imas. And those two," he said while pointing at two teenagers working on the same field as them, "is our sons. What's your name, mas?"

"D-Dimas."

"Well, Dimas, nice to see you. I'll... leave you to do your quest, then. The rats usually nestled by burrowing a hole through the ground. And have a nice day!"

"Yeah, y-you too." He mumbled back.

Quickly strode up to a cleared section, he set down his sandals that he'd been carrying on his hand all this time, he swept his eyes looking for the Mondok Rats or for the holes that would betrayed their presence.

Noticed a hole on the side of the elevated earth of one of the the border, he presumed this must have been an entrance to their nest. And he would be right. Instead of the often muddy fields, they prefer the dry land on the border and only come to the fields to go looking for their foods. The rices.

Appropriating a stick to poke the hole with, he then scamper around to where he would not immediately be seen by the rats.

Angry chitter could be heard from within, and then emerged a Mondok Rat. It is as Laila described, bigger and furless. It's huge yellowed front teeth gleamed and it's clawed appendage looks menacing.

Approaching with his [Quiet Step], he was able to get close unnoticed. But it is not enough, for the Mondok Rat have sharp hearing and it became aware of Dimas' presence with just a few short steps left between them.

It tilted his head in Dimas direction and immediately greeted by a sight of filthy barefoot, the [Rogue] not wasting his chance and sent it flying by kicking it.

It is sent careening away and came to a rough landing on the cleared field. Hurried over, he started to beating it with his stick ungracefully and without any sort of technique whatsoever. Just... struck the rodent down again and again.

Squeaking in anger and pain, the Mondok Rat tried to evade the blows and bite or scratch the newly registered adventurer's legs. Dimas kept the pest from doing it as best as he could.

Unfortunately, the noise attracted the attention of the rat family. Hearing their kind dying chitter drove them mad with rage and they come out in throng. Fortunately, in their frenzy they made a lot of noises that alerted Dimas of their presence.

They fight with wild abandon. One of them leaped startlingly high and leapt straight to his face. Dimas covered his face with his hand in surprise. It got him scratches on the back of his hand instead and make him stumbled back a few step.

The chittering rat attached itself to his hand, so the [Rogue] had to forcefully waving his hand to be rid of it.

"Ouch!" Dimas cried in pain. The wound on his hand is not deep, thankfully, but it still flowing blood.

The cacophony drawing looks from the [Farmers] family. "Should we help him, father?" One of the son asked their father. Isah was his name, he have a red hair like his mother and green eyes like his father.

"No," their mother interjected, "It's his job, not yours. Why don't you just finish your own job, young man?" Imas said, addressing her offspring.

"I'm sure he got it under control, son. He is an adventurer after all, right?" Budi said, reassuring his son. Although, he himself can't help it to kept glancing at Dimas worriedly from time to time.

Meanwhile, Dimas kept busy handling attacks from the Mondok Rats. Some of them is already dead, including the first one who he haven't quite killed yet before it's friend come over and then get up to fight once more. At some point, he had lose his stick and have to resorted to using his knife which have a shorter reach. It made fighting the nimble creatures rather hard. He had to bent over so he could slash and stab them or waiting for them to leapt and positioning his knife so they would basically impaled themselves upon his weapon.

His Fabric of Enchantment came in rather handy in this situation, it protecting him from their bite and scratch. Of course, it also doesn't do anything to prevent blunt force from being hurt. Or for the area where the long-sleeved shirt didn't covered. It have it's weakness.

He also utilised his other hand and legs to attacks or deflecting the rats own attacks.

It goes on like this for quite some time. Untill finally Dimas stomped on the last rat and it squeaked it's death throes.

Panting, he took a few minute to composed himself. Looking around, Mondok Rats' bodies scattered around him and he count there is eight of them.

'That's it? All that struggle and I'm only faced eight?' The [Rogue] mused incredulously.

Trudging heavily to the border, he sat and checked himself over. Scratches, bite wounds, and bruises littered his body and the ones on his legs likely had ruined his pants forever. He is lucky the ones on his face didn't hit his eyes.

Applying his Healing Potion sparingly, Dimas preparing himself for round two.