assistirfilmes Chapter 5: [Pyscho]
Chapter 5: [Pyscho]
Chapter 5: [Pyscho]
The door creaked open as he stepped into the Adventurer's Guild, and the sheer liveliness of the place hit him like a wave. The atmosphere was electric—dozens of people chatting, laughing, and making deals. Some were at tables, bickering over strategies or dividing loot, while others stood at the large quest board, discussing their next jobs.
The vibrant energy tugged at something inside him. This was a new world, a new life, and it was nothing like the dull monotony of the life he had left behind. He swallowed his excitement, keeping his expression calm as he scanned the room. Then his gaze landed on the reception desk.
He made his way toward it, weaving through the crowd. The receptionist wasn't what he had imagined. A man with neatly combed hair, glasses, and a tailored uniform stood behind the desk. A part of him had hoped for the stereotypical cheerful female receptionist, but he quickly brushed that thought aside.
When he approached him, the receptionist glanced at him and raised a brow. His professional demeanor didn't waver, but Zephyx could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't offended; it was rare to see someone his age in the guild, though not unheard of. Elowen had joined when she was just fourteen, after all.
"How may I help you, sir?" he asked in a polite, measured tone.
"I'd like to join the guild," Zephyx said firmly.
He nodded, as though he had expected that answer. "Of course. Please fill out this form."
He handed me a sheet of paper, and I quickly scanned it. Name, age, affinity, and a few other basic details were required. I wrote down my name, Zephyx, my age, 15, and listed my affinities as Ice and Fire. I deliberately left out my other affinities; even in this world, showing off too much could draw the wrong kind of attention. Even the protagonist of this world, Alric, awakened three affinities.
When Zephyx handed the form back, the receptionist's professional mask slipped slightly. His eyes widened when he saw my dual affinity, and Zephyx caught the faintest glimmer of envy in his expression. He wasn't surprised; most people were lucky to have a single affinity.
"Impressive," he murmured, before quickly composing himself. "Here is your Guild ID."
He handed me a small card embossed with the Adventurer's Guild logo.
"You are currently ranked E, which means you can only accept E-rank or D-rank missions from the quest board."
Zephyx nodded, pocketing the card, and headed toward the quest board. It was massive, covered in papers detailing everything from simple errands to high-risk monster exterminations. His eyes settled on a low-risk herb collection quest.
A dark pleasure coursed through him, unfamiliar and yet deeply satisfying. It was the same rush he had felt in his previous life—the same twisted euphoria that had consumed him when he butchered his cheating girlfriend and her lover.
He tightened his grip on the dagger, staring at the blood dripping from its edge.
"This..." He whispered, his voice shaky. "This feels... good."
The realization hit him like a thunderclap.
[Psycho]
The trait listed in his status screen flashed in his mind. He had dismissed it earlier, but now he understood.
"Is this... why?" He muttered, staring at the goblin's corpse.
He wiped the blade clean on the goblin's loincloth and took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus.
After ensuring there were no more goblins in the area, he returned to collecting herbs. The task felt almost mundane after what had just happened, but it gave him time to process.
By the time he finished, the sun had begun to dip lower in the sky. He made his way back to the city, handing the herbs to the receptionist and collecting his reward.
[A/n: He wore fake ring, to show that as a storage ring, so people don't get suspicious at him , that where he is taking out the items]
That night, as he lay in bed, my mind replayed the day's events. The goblin's face. The thrill of the kill.
He didn't know what to make of it, but one thing was certain: this world had already begun to change him. Whether that was for better or worse, only time would tell.