As the battle came to an end, the figure left behind scattered papers on the streets.
When the summoned forces arrived at the scene, they found nothing but the aftermath. Without hesitation, they captured the mastermind behind the district's turmoil—Zask.
Zask, now powerless, was easily subdued.
Captain of the Abert City Division, commander of five battalions, narrowed his eyes at the papers strewn across the road. He examined them closely.
There was no doubt.
This was the work of the hooded figure.
And something was off.
But with the mission officially concluded, anything beyond this was no longer their concern.
"Return to Abert," the captain ordered.
They all agreed to keep this information hidden. Without further delay, the troops began their journey back to Abert, making a brief stop at the refugee post to pick up Glenn and Linya before heading home.
***
As expected, upon their return, the division captain formally commended Glenn and Linya for their efforts. Linya was set for a promotion, and Battalion Gale would also receive a rank increase.
Glenn, too, received special attention.
The captain extended an offer—an invitation to join a newly formed battalion.
Glenn felt a flicker of satisfaction, but it quickly faded when he realized something.
He wasn't being made an official commander.
His expression remained neutral, void of disappointment, but it soon shifted—first to confusion, then to unease—as a familiar figure stepped out of a personal armored vehicle.
A girl, no taller than 127 cm, with bright blonde hair that gleamed under the sunlight. She wore a pristine white suit, radiating an aura of authority beyond her stature.
"You…?" Glenn's expression darkened.
"Yoo, hello~!"
The girl grinned, completely unfazed.
She was none other than the so-called *child prodigy* Glenn had found beneath the casino.
"My name's Dale."
"You can call me *Ir. Dale* or *Prof. Dale*," she added smugly.
She then clapped her hands together, as if announcing something grand.
"I'll be the commander of this new battalion. If I remember correctly, it's called the *Simp Battalion*, right?"
Without missing a beat, she pointed at Glenn.
"And yes, I'm appointing this guy as my right-hand man and personal assistant!" she declared, her golden eyes brimming with enthusiasm.
Glenn pressed a hand to his forehead.
"So, I'm in the military now?" he muttered.
"Great," he added, his face utterly devoid of enthusiasm.
Linya, on the other hand, burst into laughter.
"Look at that face! He's *so* happy!" she teased, wiping a tear from her eye.
But the captain's next words wiped the grin off her face.
"Linya, you too."
Linya froze.
"Huh? What do you mean *me*?"
A pause.
Then her expression twisted in disbelief.
"Wait—are you saying I'm getting promoted to captain of the main division *only* to end up as this brat's subordinate? *You're kidding*!" she snapped, her face filled with pure frustration.
Glenn let out a low chuckle, pointing at her with an amused smirk.
"Well, Linya, you *are* getting promoted," the captain said calmly, "but not just yet."
Dale tilted her head, then pointed at Linya.
"I don't need her. She's got no manners at all," she stated bluntly.
Linya bristled and was about to retaliate when Glenn held up a hand.
"C'mon, c'mon. Easy now," he murmured, trying to calm her down.
Dale's lips curled into a smirk.
"My right-hand man can just *take* this girl for me."
"Like hell you will!" Linya snapped.
Glenn, ever so deadpan, simply shrugged.
"Alright, Captain." He turned to Linya. "Guess I'll take you in."
Linya visibly paled.
She twitched.
And then she twitched *again*.
"...Wha—?"
"Alright, then. It's decided," the captain announced.
"Dale will command the newly formed Simp Battalion."
"Glenn will serve as her right-hand man."
"And Linya will be both his left-hand and right-hand."
Linya looked like she had *died* on the spot.
Some of the soldiers exchanged glances. This decision seemed too hasty—entrusting an entire battalion to a *child*?
One of them finally spoke up.
"Sir, with all due respect, why is Dale even here?" Glenn asked, his tone sharp with suspicion.
The captain exhaled.
"This is a complicated matter, Glenn. Perhaps it's time you learned the truth."
He turned, motioning for Glenn to follow.
"Let's talk in my office."
***
Inside the office, the captain got straight to the point.
"This is a direct request from your father," he said.
"You and Dale… are distant relatives."
Glenn blinked.
Then his mind went blank.
"...What?"
A flood of questions filled his head.
Then, a single thought emerged.
*"Who am I, really?"*
"Does this have something to do with Jobmania?"
"Who *is* my family?"
The captain hesitated.
"Glenn, I know this is sudden, but—"
***[CENSORED]***
Note:its may contains a spoiler :>
Glenn clenched his fists.
His temper flared.
Before he knew it, his fist slammed against the table—once, twice, over and over—until he could no longer bear it.
He stormed out of the office.
Outside, the rain poured heavily.
"Glenn—what's wrong with him?" someone murmured.
Dale clicked her tongue.
"Tch. I'm the battalion captain, so I'll go after him."
Glenn ran through the streets, his frustration boiling over.
He slammed his fist against a streetlight.
Again.
And again.
Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn't stop.
"Useless."
"Useless."
"Useless."
His rage clouded his mind.
Just as he was about to headbutt the pole again, a familiar voice cut through the rain.
"Hey, dumbass," Dale called out.
She stepped closer, offering him a drink.
Glenn hesitated but eventually took it.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then he sighed.
"...I lost control," he admitted, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Yeah, no kidding," Dale scoffed.
She watched as Glenn pulled his hoodie over his head, his wet black hair clinging to his face.
Without another word, he turned and walked off.
Dale exhaled.
"He just needs time," she muttered before heading back to report to the others.
***
Later that night, Glenn found himself in a bar.
Approaching the bartender, he spoke in a low, heavy voice.
"How do you erase a bounty?"
The room fell into silence.
Chairs scraped against the floor as patrons hurriedly left their seats.
The bartender's hands trembled.
"I—I think you should leave," he stammered.
Glenn's gaze remained cold and empty.
"I'm not here to fight," he murmured, turning away.
*Ding!*
[Jobless Level Increased]
[New Skill Acquired: *Schizophrenic*]
[*Overthinking is unhealthy. Instantly empty your mind. Increases memory sensitivity.*]
"Tch. Damn system," Glenn muttered.
Just then—
*BOOM!*
A massive explosion lit up the sky.
Screams rang out.
Glenn didn't even flinch.
"Another mess?" he sighed. "Not my own bussines."
Even as an armored truck flew toward him, he didn't react.
Fortunately, Weld did.
Without hesitation, the man grabbed Glenn and dragged him into a library.
Before Glenn could protest—
*THWACK!*
A book smacked him square in the face.
Another.
And another.
And another.
"...What the hell, Weld?!"
"huh what's wrong it's not you I didn't tell you to...
Not finished talking, the book continued to fly towards Glenn's face
When Glenn was about to speak again, Weld hit Glenn's face with the book again until Glenn lost his breath
After the situation calmed down
"oh sorry ...
Instantly the book flew back
"ʖᒷℸ ̣ ∴ᒷᒷリ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ
(I mean sorry) Said glenn
"𝙹ᓭᓭ ⎓∷𝙹ᒲ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᔑ
⍑𝙹𝙹ᓭᒷ ʖᒷℸ ̣ ∴ᒷᒷリ ℸ ⍑ᒷ ⍑╎⊣⍑ ∷𝙹ᔑ↸ ᔑリ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎ𝙹∴. ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ╎ℸ
(I also apologize sir for behaving inappropriately) said weld
"𝙹ᓭᓭ ⎓∷𝙹ᒲ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᔑ
⍑𝙹𝙹ᓭᒷ ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ╎ℸ
(It's alright. I'm the one who started it)
Glenn replied
When the situation was completely calm glenn asked weld the same question how to remove the fugitive price
Weld replied
"ʖᒷℸ ̣ ∴ᒷᒷリ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ𝙹𝙹ᓭᒷ ꖎᒷℸ ∷𝙹ᒲ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᓭᒷᔑ⍑⊣⍑ ∷𝙹ᔑ↸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ
(For that I have no information)
"ʖᒷℸ ̣ ∴ᒷᒷリ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⍑╎⊣⍑ ∷𝙹ᔑ↸ ᔑ
(Oh I see weld sorry to trouble you)
After that glenn immediately hurried out of the library
"well now I have to get stronger again".
Glenn muttered
"execute quest".
"quest now
"A moral tempered
Clear
Reward
"magic ring, (unsatisfied ) a Lot of experience,compass
"fight newb
Learn and improve martial mastery
Reward
"Wrench,fight glove
"compparabble
Learn 5 Job
Reward
"a Lot of experience,noble concrete,falling schedule,coin
More 999+
After glenn saw the number he realized all this time he did not make good use of the system
To become strong he immediately thought of running quests
He kept looking at the quest system until he finally found something interesting
Quest
"jest and punishment".
"Defeat the vile judge!"
Reward
"ghost crystal, champion medal, proof of power
This is interesting but who is he
Glenn thought for a moment he began to make sure this must be the name of another boss in a dungeon
But he didn't know what this dungeon was
When it was late at night the commotion was heard by Glenn who was standing across the street uncomfortable he immediately moved away from that place
Heart getting late Glenn rented an inn for tonight
The next day
Glenn was worried about the condition of his pocket even though he now had a Job but he couldn't earn from it
He was dizzy to death
Just paying for this inn was draining his pocket
He wanted to go home immediately but was worried that something unpleasant would happen
"I know this may be selfish maybe even the system will give me the nickname selfish but sometimes selfishness is necessary too
He walked to the next place
City aux