'Oh My God'
These were the words running through my head since Misha a colleague told me some news about something she'd seen at the dungeon.
A kid dressed in all black, with black hair and black eyes ringed in red.
Even in a city like Orario, a description like that only brought a single face to my mind.
The boy who wanted to dive the dungeon, but was against joining any gods familia.
He seemed almost desperate, but i had to turn him away.
Guild policy stated for the safety of the people all adventurers must be under a god or goddes via falna to become registered with the guild.
The races on their own, might be powerful.
But against the monsters of the dungeon, their base strengths wouldnt be enough.
Gaining the blessing of the gods, allowed these races to instead surpass their limits.
Becoming superbeings rising among the rest on a path to becoming Demigods.
Thanks to these blessings from the divine, the origional familia's managed to take down two fo the three world challenges.
Leviathan, and Behemoth slain by Zeus, and Hera familia's respectively, now only the Black Dragon remained.
But the beast after fierce fighting wherein it wiped out the Zues and Hera familias, being injured in the process retreated into the dungeon to recover.
But doing so resulted in the dungeon becoming even more malevolent.
So as cruel as it might seem the guild denying admitance to regular people was for their own safety.
But still something mustve happened to that boy to develop such an aversion to belonging to a gods Familia.
He didnt even consider the option, just outright rejection.
Perhaps he had previously tried to join a familia already...
The gods of Orario had become rather elitist and selective in their recruitment lately.
If the boy had no experience, no notable achievements, no talent he could show off before being granted a Falna...
Well the odds were high he'd get rejected, and if he'd done the rounds getting rejected one after another by the gods...
Sigh
The thought was a bit heartbreaking, but even still the kid didnt give up, he still tried to become an adventuer despite this.
Only to be turned away by the guild, by me.
The final rejection throwing him over the edge of oblivion.
And that's where Misha's story came in.
Seeing a boy, wearing all black, with black hair, black eyes ringed in red.
But when he emerged from the dungeon he looked like he had just been through hell, only just managing to claw his way back.
The way misha put it, he had suffered numerous injuries, his cloths barely remaining attached to his body, while his own steps were sluggish, a sign of intense exhaustion.
Hearing this story my mind couldnt help but race, he had been driven to this... not solely by me but i still felt responsible.
I couldnt register him, but i could have given him options, offered to make him a supporter, done anything to ensure his safety seeing as he had nothing to his name and no where to go.
As a guild receptionist its my job to guide the adventurers and assist those trying to become one... but now i just felt like a failure.
I wanted to leave the guild right then and there, go into the city looking for that boy, find someway to help him out, to make things right.
Anything to asuage the guilt racking my heart.
But i couldnt just abandon my duty for one kid, i still had the hundreds of adventurers entering the guild building.
Dozens of hopefuls join Familia's every week, and as a receptionist it was my job to give them a tutorial of sorts, giving them the rundown on the dungeon, the monsters they could expect to face within the dungeon.
Even helping them to form parties, though usually this was done within their own familia's with very few freelancers existing.
Due to the state of rivalries between the gods, very few cross-familia friendships existed, with most only being between combat and crafting gods.
The combat members would serve as bodyguards while the crafting members would mine the dungeon for materials and ingredients.
Crafting was a role that boy could be suited for, though it was hard to say whether or not he'd already reached out to the gods responsible for crafting only to be turned away.
The day passed by in a flash, though to my distracted mind it seemed to just crawl by except when I was dealing with adventurers, finally the end of my shift came and I spotted Misha once more returning from her post at the dungeon.
And what shocked me most was that after the new from this morning about the boy who'd walked through hell and survived.
He was back, having returned while she was on shift, wearing new clothes, even sporting some basic armor and weapons, but looking no different than any other adventurer.
Though he was still alone and his contenance, made him look at least to misha like a man on a mission, though not a good one.
Dressed all in black, with black armor, hair, and cloak.
It wouldn't take much for someone to think given his choice of attire that he served some dark organization.
The other more surprising part was the fact that even as a falna-less being, Misha recounted how he remained within the dungeon for six hours, six whole hours in an environment that would spell death for any regular human like him, only he came out intact, missing the signs of wounds or even combat occurred just yesterday.
Either he was lucky enough to avoid the monsters, had followed in the footsteps of an adventurer party as an unlicensed supporter, or… he'd managed to hunt even as an unlicensed adventurer.
Given the fact that he'd managed to get new clothes, armor and a weapon.
It was either he'd secured a loan from someone, or an organization or more shockingly that he'd managed to hunt a number of monsters barehanded even as a regular human without a boon brought about by the blessing of the gods.