Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

He recalled the scene he had seen in the Guild hall that morning.

Those students wearing Violet Academy uniforms had clearly already set out with their respective mentor teams.

So why did this one alone require a separate commission to be issued?

Lance’s mind raced.

Looking at it from another angle—

Perhaps that old fox had already unilaterally bound him to that unlucky intern the moment that guy named Gareth submitted his report.

But despite all his calculations, he hadn’t expected that Lance had shut himself in the attic these past few days making ointments, not stepping out even once.

This had directly resulted in that intern still being left unattended until now.

If this speculation was correct…

Then the one who should truly be anxious right now wasn’t himself, but the seemingly composed Guild Master in front of him.Seeing Raven’s hand return to rest on the commission document, Necros finally felt half of the weight in his heart lift.

During this period, this Raven had practically vanished from the face of the earth—impossible to track down.

Now that the main group of Violet Academy students had already departed into the mountains today, that most sensitive young lady was still left alone in town.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too late yet.

However, just as Necros was about to pass over the pen, he was surprised to see the document slowly being pushed back.

“Is there something you’re still dissatisfied with? You can say it.”

Necros extended his large hand and firmly pressed down on the other end of the document, preventing it from sliding further toward him.

As expected.

Lance let out a quiet sigh of relief.

I guessed right.

Since he now held the initiative, it was time to renegotiate the terms.

“Guild Master, the reward you’re offering is indeed generous—hard to refuse.”

Lance withdrew his hand, his tone becoming calm and unhurried.

“But I have one condition.”

“I hope that during my time as the internship mentor, the Guild will open up my mission acceptance permissions.”

“I need to be able to accept multiple missions within the same area at the same time.”

Previously, due to the level restrictions on solo Adventurers, he could only take one mission each time he entered the mountains. The efficiency of each trip was simply too low.

Now that he had this opportunity, Lance intended to fully exploit the potential of his panel and maximize both monster farming and earning efficiency.

Necros thought about it briefly.

This request wasn’t excessive—in fact, it was quite reasonable.

Formal Adventurer Parties already had the rule of accepting multiple missions. This kid just wanted to enjoy that privilege in advance.

“Agreed.”

Necros nodded, accepting readily.

“I will grant you a special party designation. You can accept between one to three commission tasks at a time.”

“If this internship evaluation reaches Excellent, even after the intern leaves, you will permanently retain this privilege.”

Necros applied pressure with his hand, attempting to push the document back.

Sure enough, this time it moved.

He finally felt reassured—this kid was clearly a practical type.

However, soon enough, the parchment stopped once again between the two of them.

“Guild Master, although those 300 merit points are very tempting, my current strength has reached a bottleneck. I urgently need to improve my combat power to ensure the intern’s safety.”

“So I’d like to exchange this portion of the reward.”

Necros frowned slightly, a hint of scrutiny appearing in his gaze.

“This is already the maximum merit reward within my authority.”

For far-sighted Adventurers, merit points—this kind of hard currency—were far more valuable than gold coins, even capable of being exchanged for rare resources that money alone couldn’t buy.

Was this kid being short-sighted?

“I want to convert this reward into a Breathing Technique right now.”

Lance met the Guild Master’s gaze, his tone firm.

“In the upcoming internship mission, I will also give it my all to help the intern learn how to become a proper Adventurer.”

In pure value terms, 300 merit points were worth more than a Breathing Technique of the same price.

But for Lance right now, immediate assets were more valuable than future ones.

“Very well. I can give it to you right now.”

Necros relaxed his brows—this was a trivial matter for him.

“If you have any specific requirements, you can state them.”

Success!

Lance felt a small surge of excitement and immediately said:

“I need a Breathing Technique with sufficiently powerful burst capability.”

“The stronger, the better. Even if it consumes stamina extremely quickly—even if it places a burden on the body—it doesn’t matter.”

Necros froze for a moment.

Hearing this strange request, he was taken aback.

He stroked the stubble on his chin and fell into thought.

He really did have such a Breathing Technique.

It was one they had discovered while exploring a goblin ruin with his old team leader.

Because cultivating this technique was extremely dangerous and required exceptional physical aptitude, it had been left gathering dust in storage.

“Are you sure?”

Necros’s expression turned serious, his tone carrying a clear warning.

“Breathing Techniques with strong burst power are often accompanied by enormous training risks.”

“The one I have places an immense burden on stamina and the heart.”

“During cultivation, if your stamina fails or your rhythm breaks, it can cause permanent damage to your cardiopulmonary system.”

“This technique is extremely difficult to control, and once activated, it’s hard to stop voluntarily.”

“There was once a genius in the Guild who tried it. In the end, he collapsed from exhaustion, suffered heart failure, and could never become a professional again.”

“But it does meet your requirements—its explosive power is terrifying among Breathing Techniques.”

“Are you really going to gamble your future on this?”

Although Necros was eager to push this mission out, he didn’t want to see a promising talent ruin himself for the sake of power.

However—

What he didn’t know was that, to Lance, these words sounded incredibly appealing.

Stamina exhaustion?

For Lance, who possessed effectively limitless stamina, that simply didn’t exist.

“I’m sure, Guild Master.”

Lance answered decisively, confidence shining in his eyes.

Seeing that he couldn’t persuade him otherwise, Necros said no more.

Without any hesitation, Lance grabbed the commission document and swiftly signed his name.

Just like that, this special contract was officially concluded.

However, Lance soon noticed a small issue.

His system’s mission panel hadn’t updated with any prompt regarding this internship task.

It seemed that this kind of training-oriented special commission didn’t fall within the system panel’s definition of standard missions.

But it didn’t matter.

Whether the system recognized it or not, the money and the technique were real.

With the permission to accept multiple missions, just taking a few extermination and gathering tasks would multiply his efficiency several times over.

And he had another thought in mind.

Next, he could use that intern as a test—see whether if a teammate completed mission objectives, it would count toward his own mission progress.

If it did—

Then the possibilities for future strategies would be endless.

Seeing Lance finally sign his name, Necros let out a long breath.

At last, he had passed off this troublesome hot potato.