SSS Awakening: All My Clones Have Divine Bloodlines!-Chapter 45: D-Rank Mission

Elena Greymark. Firstborn of the second son of Duke Veylan Greymark.

A woman who, despite her young age, had demonstrated talent well beyond her peers, at twenty-seven, she was already an Advanced-Stage B-Rank and a council member of this branch of the Awakened Association.

A figure of considerable standing, known for a fiery and easily provoked temperament. Stories of her past victims still circulated freely around the city, to the point that almost everyone would instinctively shrink back upon seeing her, and no one dared openly offend or even annoy her, because even that alone was enough to earn a free ticket to the "premium beating" she delivered to her victims.

Berthold knew this very well, which was why the moment he saw her, he went nearly rigid and immediately moved to defuse the situation before it reached a point of no return for him.

She noticed this. And it made her despise him immediately.

She was a woman of strong character who preferred dealing with people who had a spine. Watching someone fold that quickly irritated her in a way she didn’t bother hiding.

With no desire to look at the man for even a second longer, she shifted her gaze to the other person at the center of this commotion.

’Oh? Looks like this guy isn’t afraid of me. Hmm... must be new. He probably doesn’t know who I am,’ she thought, though she didn’t particularly care. She just wanted to wrap this up.

Seeing the spineless one step back, she sighed.

"Avoid causing more problems here," she said, already turning to leave. "Or next time, it won’t end with a simple warning."

And just like that, she was gone.

’What the hell was all that? Why does it feel like I just lived through one of those cringey scenes you see in dramas?’ he thought, recalling fragments of chaotic drama episodes he had once glimpsed through shop windows in his past life.

It had been one of the few forms of entertainment available to him back then, and he still remembered how stupid it all felt, yet people kept watching that kind of thing.

Now that he had been part of a similar scene, he didn’t know how to feel about it.

Berthold, watching her go, collected himself and shot Evan a cold look.

"You should be thankful she was here, or this wouldn’t have ended so easily."

He began walking toward the exit.

"Try not to cross paths with me again if you still want to live in peace in this place."

Without waiting for a reply, he left.

Evan stood there for a moment, his mind mildly aching from everything that had just happened.

’Haah... I’d better ignore idiots like him, or I’ll end up losing the last brain cells I have left,’ he thought, stepping forward to line up.

The line was still long, and the small spectacle, having served as the day’s entertainment for most of those present, dissolved back into the usual business of the hall as if nothing had happened. Which, by the standards of this place, it more or less hadn’t.

This kind of thing was practically routine here. As long as it didn’t go too far, nobody intervened. Today, it had almost escalated because the victim was about to react, but even that had been stopped before it could begin, leaving many with a sense of dissatisfaction.

If Evan knew how they felt, he might have coughed up blood at the absurdity of it all.

Nearly an hour passed before his turn came, which didn’t surprise him given the length of the queue. Just like last time, he went through the entire process to obtain his association card. And just like before, he had to start from zero, though his awakened rank was registered as E (Advanced Stage).

The receptionist, having handed him his card, was about to ask whether he wanted to take a mission immediately or wait, but didn’t get the chance.

"I have some beast corpses from hunts on the way here," Evan said. "Is it possible to have them processed?"

"Of course. How many, and what rank?" said the receptionist, slight in build, with the look of someone around Evan’s age, though clearly older.

"Around fifty F-Rank (Advanced Stage), thirty E-Rank (Advanced Stage), and two D-Rank (Early Stage,)" he said, thinking that should be enough for now.

He had many more, but he couldn’t just dump everything at once, that would raise uncomfortable questions.

Hm?

Evan immediately noticed her expression and asked, confused,

"Excuse me, is something wrong? Maybe you can’t accept them all right now?"

"Ah... sorry, I think I misheard. Did you say around fifty F-rank, thirty E-rank, all Advanced Stage, and even two D-rank?"

Evan nodded, still unsure why this was a problem.

’Holy sht, did he massacre an entire small forest? Why is he walking around with this many corpses?’ she screamed internally, though she managed to keep her face composed.

It wasn’t unusual for someone strong to have prey to sell, but this many at once? That wasn’t something you saw every day.

Suppressing her shock, she directed him to another room, where Evan began taking out the corpses. Soon, a little mountain of beasts formed, leaving the guild butcher, who had come to inspect them, staring wide-eyed.

After nearly an hour, they finally finished processing everything and paid him 1,710 gold coins, or in other words, 1 platinum and 710 gold.

In this world, different types of metals were used as money,

1 silver = 100 bronze

1 gold = 100 silver

1 platinum = 1000 gold

To put things into perspective, an average person earned around 20–50 bronze per week, barely enough to survive. A single gold coin was considered a small fortune.

A platinum was generational wealth. Evan had just earned that in a single transaction, and it was far from everything he had. Combined with the nine platinum he had already accumulated from his hunts in Lirath, his reserves were substantial.

He had wanted to sell more back in Lirath, but at a certain point the local branch had simply run out of liquidity, they still had his previous inventory sitting unsold. So the corpses had piled up in his storage until now.

This transaction cleared out his remaining F-Rank corpses. He still had E-Rank and D-Rank ones, which he had no intention of unloading all at once.

He also had a considerable stockpile of mana cores, E-Rank Mid-Stage and above, which he would sell later. Cores fetched double the price of corpses, sometimes more depending on the rank.

With that handled, he turned to the next thing on his list, the more important one.

He found a D-Rank hunting mission and took it without hesitation.

The Association card had given him a form of identification, and now that the more immediate matters were settled, it was time to deal with something that had been bothering him for days.

His advancement mission.