C13 If I Find Him I will Give Him Whatever He Wants!!

"Need one more! Need one more! We need a healer!"

"I'm a Holy Knight with a hidden occupation. I can dish it out and take it. Let's get a team together—I can't wait any longer!"

"Our guild is recruiting—a Level 5 guild! We offer personalized leveling assistance for newbies and fantastic benefits!"

"Any Mage Lords out there? We need one, preferably a fire specialist!"

"Why the attitude? Just because you're in an attack or support occupation doesn't mean life occupations can't run dungeons!"

"Calling out the weakling—if you're brave enough, let's duel. Life occupations whining and complaining, you're asking for trouble!"

"Bring it on! We're all Level 0 here. Who's scared? Come at me—if you dare, try and take me down right now!"

Outside the Savage Beast Dungeon in Southvale, the scene was as bustling and noisy as ever, complete with bickering.

But the clamor soon died down as all the Classes present were struck by a mental announcement.

Global broadcast!

Congratulations to the Class 'Lurker' from Noswua for achieving an SSS rating in the hell-level beginner dungeon!

Global broadcast!

Congratulations to the Class 'Lurker' from Noswua for achieving an SSS rating in the hell-level beginner dungeon!

Global broadcast!

Congratulations to the Class 'Lurker' from Noswua for achieving an SSS rating in the hell-level beginner dungeon!

After the triple announcement, the Newbie Classes near the altar fell silent, the air thick with tension.

Then, a torrent of curses erupted, loud as a bursting dam.

"Holy crap, did I hear that right? An SSS rating!"

"What the hell, I just got my job advancement today. It's only been a few hours, and someone's already aced it with an SSS rating?"

"I nearly died in there, only managed to take down one wild monster, and this guy nails a perfect run!"

"Speaking of which, this 'Lurker' is one of our own from Noswua. Give it a few years, and we'll have another Superpower in our ranks!"

"'Lurker' is such an apt nickname—he's the real deal!"

"Hold on, the announcement only mentioned 'Lurker,' no one else. Could it be that he soloed the beginner dungeon?"

"Hiss! Someone just soloed the hell-level beginner dungeon with a Level SSS rating! Where on earth did this deity come from?"

"Level SSS, huh? I've heard there's a reward for that—something like a supreme treasure chest!"

"Oh my goodness, a supreme treasure chest could yield at least an Epic item, or even a dark gold legendary piece!"

"I'm turning purple with envy over here!"

"But who is this Lurker? Are they from our own Southvale? Man or woman?"

"Who's to say? They're using a codename, clearly not wanting their true identity known."

"Let's drop it, folks. They're impressive, sure, but it's none of our business. Let's get back to the game!"

Despite the initial shock and envy, life quickly returned to normal as everyone went back to their own business.

After all, soloing a beginner dungeon with a Level SSS rating was a feat too distant for them to even dream of envying.

Put simply, they weren't even playing in the same league. Better to focus on their own tasks.

If you're not born a prodigy, then you learn to embrace your own mediocrity!

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Shen Lang and Medusa exchanged a glance and shared a laugh.

There's a certain thrill in being right beside others, yet they have no clue who you are!

But Shen Lang didn't linger on the moment, quickly leading Medusa back into the Howling Jungle dungeon.

The beginner dungeon was off-limits to Class 5 and higher Professionists, but those below Class 5 faced no such restrictions and could grind to their heart's content.

The Howling Jungle dungeon gradually settled back into its routine, but the ripple effects of Shen Lang's global announcement were far from over.

In Evermore, the capital city of Noswua, sat BlueHaven College, the nation's premier institution for higher vocational learning.

Global Transfer Day was always a whirlwind at the college's enrollment office, as they scrambled to recruit the country's most promising professionals.

But at this particular moment, the office's conference room was filled with a palpable sense of astonishment, as mentors and leaders stood in stunned silence.

The room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop.

Clearly, they too had caught wind of Shen Lang's extraordinary feat—conquering the hell-level beginner dungeon with an SSS rating.

Ding, ding, ding—

The insistent ping of incoming messages echoed through the office, snapping the instructors out of their reverie. A holographic projection flickered to life amidst the desks and chairs.

The figure in the projection was an elderly man with black-rimmed glasses, his face alight with fervor.

His eyes scanned the room, settling on a balding middle-aged man. With an air of absolute certainty, he commanded, "Kuan, whatever it takes, you must locate this Lurker. He has to join us at BlueHaven College—no exceptions!"

"But, Dean..."

The bald middle-aged man looked visibly troubled. He too yearned for such a prodigy, yet the individual in question had concealed their identity.

The old man cut him off before he could elaborate, his voice stern, "No 'buts.' Just find him, whatever the cost, and bring him to me! Fail, and you can step down as the head of the enrollment office. We'll find someone who can get the job done."

With those imperious words, the old man's projection vanished, leaving behind the briefest glimpse of his hurried departure.

The enrollment office's efforts were merely for show. As the dean of BlueHaven College, he had to devise alternative strategies to track down the Lurker.

A Class who had just aced the hell-level beginner dungeon with a Level SSS rating could not be allowed to slip through their fingers, to other higher education institutions or guilds. It would be the greatest loss for BlueHaven College in a century and a monumental failure on his part as dean.

Meanwhile, in Kingshold, a bustling port city along the coast of Noswua—

Summit School, another elite professional institution, was in a similar flurry of activity.

The dean of Summit School, fully armed for action, stormed into the enrollment office.

"Search high and low, exhaust every resource, uncover the true identity of the Lurker!" he bellowed.

"We at Summit School need him!"

"Find him and offer the best incentives. Better yet, let him name his price—whatever he wants, we'll provide!"

"This is our chance to outshine BlueHaven College!"

"What are you all standing around for? Get moving! We have to find him before BlueHaven does!"

The dean of Summit School's voice thundered, startling the enrollment office staff back to reality. They bolted out the door, scattering like frightened rabbits.

Nestled along the southeastern coast of Noswua, Greenleaf was a metropolis of epic proportions. While it boasted institutions of higher education, its claim to fame was a union known as Mythical Heaven—a renowned Ten Stars union.

Being a Ten Stars union signified the presence of ten formidable Class Professionals within its ranks. Transfer Day held great significance for the union, a prime opportunity to infuse new talent into its fold. They, like the higher education institutions, were particularly keen on recruiting those with the Potential Class.

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