Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

After returning to the Adventurers’ Guild, Lance stated his purpose to the receptionist behind the counter.

Unexpectedly, the Guild Master was not in the third-floor office at the moment.

“The Guild Master is in the advanced training area. Please follow me.”

Led by the clerk, Lance passed through a side door of the guild hall and arrived at a sealed area separate from the main building.

This was the exclusive advanced training zone for professionals.

The clerk led Lance straight toward the innermost independent training room with the highest specifications.

Standing before the heavy metal door, Lance couldn’t help but feel a trace of doubt.

Back when he worked as a Scribe, he had heard some rumors about high-level professionals.

It was said that once one’s class level broke past level 10 and entered the extraordinary realm, the human body would gradually undergo mutation under the constant scouring of high-density mana.