B-rank Adventurer With An Evil Look Novels & Stories

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

I slid onto the seat across from him, my heart pounding in my chest. Being so close to him exposed new details - he was ripped now, looking like a model from a motorcycle ad. Nothing like the boy who'd trailed me with puppy eyes. His lips were full, and a rogue-ish smile that held a hint of danger played at the corners. It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure.

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

Which one of her avatars was this? "You're sharp, cunning, witty, and extremely manipulative. Innocent face, evil mind. Dangerous I may add. Not only this, you're a witch with the powers of a seer too. God forbid if you mastered your magic, you could be a lethal threat to the whole world, yet I couldn't bring myself to kill you, little witch. Why is that?" He rasped leaning closer and her eyes widened slightly as color tinted her cheeks. Why did it sound like a compliment?

I thought, hope surging through me. It was Bryan, but he looked different. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt or a suit. He was covered in a liquid silver armor that looked like living water. His eyes weren't brown or gold, they were a bright, glowing purple. He held the silver fountain-pen spear in his hand, and it was buzzing with electricity. "Get away from that switch," Bryan said. His voice was deep, echoing like a thunderclap. The janitor didn't look scared. He just sighed. "Great. A 'Glitch' character. You guys are always the messiest to clean up."

They had no honor or integrity to protect. “Pardon my manners, Dragon. I shouldn’t have expected too much from a rogue without a land to call his own. Frankly speaking, you stink—all of you.” He looked like he just popped a vein, and his men just looked up to him like kids who lost their sweets.

(AN: Aniue = Big brother) In front of them stands Acheval Dreissen, Ramius's big brother. He's a very tall guy with a macho build, he has a scar on his left eye. his face is quite average but very manly, he has short white hair and his skin is quite tanned. Unlike Ramius who wears all black outfit, Acheval wears almost all white with a red cape on his back and his left shoulder pad is black. He carries 2 giant white greatswords on his back, he wears a metal white boots. (https://alicesoft.fandom.com/wiki/Acheval_Dreissen?file=Acheval-full.png this is his image in case you want to see it)

Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor. He turned just as the wind slammed the front door behind her, the force of it making the windows rattle in their frames. The wind clawed at the house, snow flung against the walls like the storm had a personal vendetta. Somewhere in the walls, the house groaned—stone and storm holding their breath. And then—thunder in the hallway. The bear-man returned, boots loud enough to register on seismographs. Still wordless. Still built like the reason armor exists. His beard looked like it had survived a knife fight. His coat had bulletproof vibes.

Especially the look Vivian cast at him—cold and detached, exactly as if she were sizing up a corpse. Sensing a fatal crisis, he turned, desperate to flee. Yet his fragile Rank Four strength was like an ant in front of a Rank Six powerhouse—completely defenseless. In just a few short seconds, Brody crashed heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with lingering resentment.

The Adventurers Guild categorized their members into four groups. Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Obsidian. Bronze being the lowest and the most populated. Obsidian being national adventurers. To advance in ranks, one needed to gather enough credits. Bronze to Silver was two hundred and fifty credits. Silver to Gold is a thousand credits. Gold to Obsidian is ten thousand credits. To put everything into perspective, a single quest can give around 0.01 to three credits. The idea behind the rankings was to incentivize adventurers to gain experience than to rank up. So when an adventurer got ranked up from Bronze, it became a huge deal.