Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 92 to avoid a test of strength

Zaber tucked the bees into his inner pocket and walked toward the door. From what he had heard, the Adventurers’ Guild could make exceptions for registration. By doing so, he could conceal the lack of documents and gain entry to the Merchants’ Guild as well, he reasoned.

He left the inn, slung his sword across his back, and headed toward the Adventurers’ Guild. The streets were still quiet, the first light of day slowly descending. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at the place he had visited the previous night. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and scanned the surroundings. The light falling upon him reflected off the enchanted containers, causing the guild walls, weapon racks, and various armaments to gleam faintly.

As he made his way toward the counter, he noticed several tables to the left of the entrance. Zaber glanced at them and thought:

"Probably for drinking after work. Humans seem inclined toward alcohol," he murmured to himself.

When he reached the counter, a young female attendant greeted him. Looking at her, Zaber thought:

...Stiff neck...

Why do they put women in places like this?

The attendant smiled lightly at Zaber and asked in a gentle tone:

"What brings you here, sir? To receive a mission? To register? Or to complete a mission?"

Zaber answered without pause, in a low and precise voice:

"To register."

The guild attendant retrieved a sheet of paper from beneath the counter and handed it to Zaber.

"Please fill this out, sir. Once completed, you will be issued your documents and officially become a guild member."

Zaber tossed a handful of gold coins onto the counter. They clinked and rolled across the surface, startling the attendant. Looking at her seriously, Zaber said:

"Let us skip this paperwork."

The attendant paused, collected the coins one by one, then looked at Zaber.

"Very well, sir. In that case, we shall test your strength. I will assign you one of the rank cards from E to SSS."

Zaber remained silent for a moment before replying in a low tone:

"Fine."

At that moment, a hand gripped Zaber’s shoulder from behind, and a voice spoke:

"You think you can buy everything, boy?"

Zaber did not react outwardly. In a cold tone, he answered:

"Remove your hand from me."

The man behind him was one of the older adventurers—younger in appearance, muscles taut and powerful, his clothing revealing a well-defined physique, a sword at his belt, short red hair.

The man continued:

"You nobles believe you can purchase anything. You don’t want to be like ordinary folk; you want to stand out."

Zaber did not turn to face him. Instead, he shaped his hands like spears, bending his thumb and the smallest finger inward, channeling mana into the remaining two fingers.

Inwardly, he assessed:

"If I use only the edge of my sword with these two fingers, it would be a true display of power. But a single mistake would ruin everything. I could even lose my fingers."

He turned his head slightly toward the man behind him and made a sharp upward motion with the two fingers:

"I said, take your hand off me."

The man behind sensed the attack, tried to block with his sword, leaped backward, and placed the blade across his chest.

In that instant, black mana flowed from Zaber’s hand, forming a black sword edge in midair. It flew toward the adventurer. The next moment, the blade edge struck the man, sending him flying backward with tremendous force. The adventurer crashed through several tables on the left, overturning them, breaking some, and slamming into the wall. Dust billowed, obscuring both the adventurer and the shattered tables.

Everyone in the guild froze in shock, staring at the cloud of dust. Some began rushing toward the fallen man.

Zaber turned forward to face the attendant:

"Is that sufficient?"

The guild attendant, still in shock, stammered slightly:

"Y-yes... yes, sir. That will do. You just effortlessly sent an A-rank adventurer flying—barehanded. I will issue you an A-rank card. Please wait a moment."

She hurried inside.

Zaber leaned on the counter with both hands, gathering his thoughts:

"I’m at my limit... I shouldn’t have done that so suddenly. If I hadn’t braced myself against the table after that attack, I would have collapsed."

He held his trembling left hand with his right, trying to suppress the shaking. That strike had been extremely taxing on his arm. Every muscle and nerve felt the strain of the power, yet he steadied his mind. In his inner thoughts, a plan began to form:

"Such a move can only be used once. I must not repeat it. Caution is the most important thing in executing an attack like that."

A short while later, the guild attendant returned, holding a card:

"Sir, I am granting you A-rank adventurer status," she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

"But we still need at least your name. Can you provide it?"

Zaber replied emotionlessly:

"My name is Zaber. I have no family name."

The attendant nodded, disappeared again for about five minutes, then returned and handed him the card.

"Now you are officially a member."

Zaber accepted the card, but his face showed no change. He knew this rank was merely formal recognition; his true power had yet to be fully revealed. His left hand still trembled slightly, but he steadied his mind and began calculating his next tasks.

At that moment, a voice came from the left—behind him. The muscular adventurer, now recovered, glared at Zaber:

"You dare launch a sneak attack, coward?" he said. His tone was no longer as cold as before, but carried a warning.

Zaber merely tilted his head slightly and replied calmly:

"You call it a sneak attack? I call it a simple brush."

The adventurer rose, astonished:

"A simple brush? You used an advanced technique with only two fingers and call it a mere brush?"

Zaber walked toward the door.

"You will never understand it because you are weak," he said.

The adventurer looked at the wall behind him.

A round crater remained in the stone. The tables were shattered; the chaotic attack had been blocked at the last moment, leaving him uninjured, though his sword had sustained some damage.

Zaber, however, shifted his thoughts elsewhere:

"Two days ago, I spent an entire day just so this A-rank adventurer would notice me. I bought items for him to see, offered money to several women to sleep with me, paid children to fight each other—just so he would witness it. Yesterday morning he was there; I returned, but today it succeeded. I obtained an A-rank card from the guild without a proper test."

He thought this and allowed a faint smile to touch his lips.

The people inside the guild were still watching him warily. Some began tidying the overturned tables; others observed Zaber’s movements with inner curiosity.

At that moment, Zaber remembered his true objective: with the adventurer card, he could register at the Merchants’ Guild. Then everything would begin.

Zaber walked out of the guild with slow, resolute steps and stepped onto the city streets. The kitten joined him the moment he exited the building and stayed by his side, while the bees remained in his inner pocket. Every step, every breath was measured with care. Zaber knew: this world grants opportunity only to those who unite strength and intellect.

There was no trace of hesitation in his eyes—only a quiet, burning determination and readiness for the trials ahead. With that, he walked through the city streets—calm, yet supremely alert.

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