Chapter 3: First Quest?
Ethan’s eyes widened; not because he had spotted a legendary adventurer or some mythical beast.
But because of her.
Behind the front desk of the Adventurer’s Guild stood a woman who looked like she had walked straight off the cover of a fantasy game or novel.
Her long, wavy hair framed a face that could ruin a man’s focus. She had soft lips, high cheekbones, and deep amber eyes that held a spark of mischief. Her figure was... unreal. Majestic, almost. Curves in all the right places, a slim waist, long legs. She wore the standard guild uniform: a crisp white blouse stretched tight across her chest, a fitted black vest, a short skirt, and thigh-high stockings tucked into brown boots. The guild emblem was pinned just above her cleavage.
She smiled politely as she scribbled something with a feather pen, handing a form to the adventurer in front of her.
Ethan almost forgot to breathe.
"Holy fucking shit," he blurted.
It slipped out before he could stop it. Not because he was trying to be vulgar, just... no real-life girl he’d ever seen looked like that. And this fantasy bombshell? She made every Instagram model look like a potato.
He straightened his back, adjusted his collar, and began walking toward her while ignoring the long line of confused rookies behind him.
She glanced at him as he approached, her expression cool and professional.
"Yes? The line is behind you. Not here."