Chapter 53: LING LING
The grand doors of the Challenger Association slid open with a soft hiss as I stepped inside. Immediately, the sound of raised voices echoed across the sleek marble lobby.
"I’m telling you, I’m a B-rank! There has to be a mistake!" a sharp female voice yelled. "I took every test seriously, and you’re giving me a C-rank!? I swear, I’ll bring down this entire damn organization! My father works for the government!"
A young woman was arguing furiously with the receptionist. Her eyes blazed with defiance, and her dark purple robes—engraved with skeletal runes—hinted at her class: Necromancer.
The receptionist, clearly overwhelmed, noticed me the moment I entered. Her demeanor shifted instantly.
"S-Sir! Good afternoon!" she bowed deeply, rushing toward me. "We weren’t informed of your arrival. If we had known, we would have prepared—"
"Bring the manager," I interrupted calmly, eyes briefly flicking to the commotion. "Now."
"Yes, right away!"
Meanwhile, the girl arguing with the receptionist turned her head, narrowing her eyes at me.
’Who is he?’ she thought. ’Why is the staff treating him like royalty? Tch, probably some rich brat... Whatever.’
She chose to ignore me and went back to fuming.
Moments later, heavy footsteps echoed through the hall as a large, round man entered. He wore an expensive robe two sizes too small, and his belly jiggled with every step.