blueteamnovel Chapter 165 Submitting the Quest
Chapter 165 Submitting the Quest
James proceeded to eat with Arthur.
"Come on, let's eat. I want you to try the food here."
Before Arthur could refuse, James grabbed his wrist and dragged him along like an overeager puppy.
Arthur didn't resist.
Inside the mess hall, soldiers and recruits filled the space. The smell of grilled meat and seasoned rice lingered in the air.
Still, he ate without enthusiasm.
James, on the other hand, ate like a starving beast, devouring his meal between bursts of conversation.
"So," James said through a mouthful of food, "what do you think?"
Arthur swallowed, setting his fork down. "It's food."
James chuckled. "You're a tough one to impress, huh?"
Arthur didn't respond.
After they finished eating, James stretched and stood up. "Alright, let's continue the tour."
Arthur mentally sighed. More brainwashing.
James led him to a massive gym, the largest Arthur had ever seen, although he hadn't seen many. It had rows upon rows of weightlifting machines, advanced equipment designed to target every muscle group, and even an entire basketball court for soldiers to unwind.
James gestured proudly. "Pretty impressive, right?"
Arthur acted surprised, giving a small nod.
In reality?
He couldn't care less.
Everyone here was either a potential enemy or a brainwashed puppet. He had no plans to play basketball or lift weights, he wasn't in the mood nor did he have enough time to do so.
If the worlds were merging, his in-game strength would eventually transfer to real life. When that happened, this entire gym would be nothing but child's play.
So why waste time?
James, of course, didn't notice Arthur's lack of interest. He kept up the enthusiastic tour, showing off the combat training center, the simulation rooms, and even the dormitory recreational lounge.
Arthur pretended to be engaged, nodding and asking the occasional question.
Finally, after what felt like hours, James clapped his hands together. "Alright, that concludes the tour!"
Arthur exhaled quietly. Finally.
James grinned. "We should add each other in Armageddon. Maybe do some hunting together."
Arthur raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. "I'm stuck in prison inside the village. Meanwhile, you're most likely in the city. How's that gonna work?"
James blinked. "Prison? You're in prison?"
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly. Was he faking it? Did he really not know?
After a moment, Arthur decided to test him.
He casually recounted the mayor incident, explaining how he got himself thrown in jail alongside Adam.
James listened intently, his eyes widening slightly.
Then—
Arthur groggily reached for his phone, silencing the alarm he had set.
It was time.
Dragging himself to the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face, rubbing away the last remnants of sleep. The cold bite of the water helped.
He didn't waste another second.
Arthur lay back down on the couch, closed his eyes, and—Logged in.
The familiar pull of transition swallowed him whole.
When his vision cleared, he was no longer in his dorm room.
Instead—he was back in the inn.
He didn't linger.
Time to move.
Rising from the bed, Arthur stretched briefly before slipping on his mask. The shift was instant. Azarel now stood in place of Arthur Fate.
He stepped out into the morning bustle of the city.
The streets of Caldera were already alive, filled with merchants setting up their stalls, adventurers gearing up for quests, and chatter flowing from every direction.
Arthur moved through the crowds, heading toward his destination.
The Gilderhaven Guild.
Arthur pushed through the doors, stepping into the grand hall.
"Time to submit the mission," Arthur muttered.
"Welcome," she greeted.
Arthur reached into his inventory, pulling out the bag of fangs.
"I'm here to submit a mission," he said simply.
She took the bag from him, inspecting the contents before nodding.
"Blackwater Hollow, right?"
Arthur nodded.
"Give me a moment to verify."
She turned, opening a drawer beneath the desk and pulling out a small, glowing crystal. Placing it over the bag, the crystal pulsed faintly, confirming the authenticity of the materials.
A chime echoed.
[Ding! You have completed the D-Level quest: Retrieve fifty fangs of Poisonous Painted Serpents from Blackwater Hollow. Quest duration: Seven days.]
[Reward: 10 Gold Coins & Rare Poison Vial.]1
[Ding! Reputation Increased by +50]
Arthur glanced at the reputation increasing and nodded his head. Although the increase was very minimal. It was still better than nothing.
Arthur didn't care about the 10 gold coins that were transferred to his account.
It was the reputation that mattered.
The 10% tax has already been deducted. For example, the person who sets the task gives the guild 10 gold coins. So the guild simply places 9 gold coins as a reward.