Adventures of Leo in Tensura.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders as I examined my latest creation—the Mini P.E.K.K.A., now infused with an Electro Spirit. The fusion process had been surprisingly smooth, and I could already feel the subtle hum of electricity running through its armored frame. The little warrior flexed its metal fingers, sparks crackling along its gauntlets as it adjusted to its new form.

Satisfied, I turned my attention to less destructive experiments.

Summoning troops was out of the question—this inn wouldn't survive if I called forth anything too powerful. Instead, I focused on smaller, practical constructs.

Miniature cannons that packed enough firepower to blast through enchanted walls.

Rocket launchers—not the modern kind, but arcane-powered, capable of honing in on targets with mana-tracking properties.

Self-reloading mechanisms that ensured infinite ammo, fueled by magic instead of physical rounds, the magicules will be absorbed from the surroundings, though the user can also supply his magicules too, so one just needs to know how to aim and pull a trigger.

Even though they weren't world-shattering, their destructive potential was equivalent to a rare-tier spell—and that was already a big deal for most people in the world.

I grinned. This is good.

I glanced at the Mini P.E.K.K.A. one last time. It had fully adapted, its glowing blue visor staring back at me, awaiting commands.

For now, though, I needed rest.

Not because I was physically exhausted—my body could keep going for days—but because sleeping was… comforting. A habit from my previous lives.

I lay down, staring at the wooden ceiling, my mind still buzzing with ideas.

But soon, the faint glow of my creations faded into the background as sleep finally claimed me.

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The next morning, Hinata and I headed toward the Adventurer's Guild.

The bustling streets of Dwargon were just waking up, the scent of baked bread and roasted meat filling the air as vendors opened their stalls. Dwarves, beastkin, and humans mingled together, some heading to work, others to training grounds or marketplaces. Despite the city being deep underground, magic-powered crystals illuminated everything with an artificial morning glow.

Hinata walked beside me, glancing around, but I could tell she was still processing everything that was happening. Well, it was only natural.

As for me? I had something else to process—the Adventurer's Guild's ranking system.

Frankly? It was trash.

From what I had gathered, this profession had an insanely high mortality rate. No surprise, really, considering how poorly structured their ranking system was.

I mentally listed it out again:

Novice: Tasks anyone could do, even without combat ability. Why was this even considered an adventurer's job? These should be academy errands.

Beginner: Tasks for people with minimal training. Again, why even bother? This was just setting people up for failure.

Intermediate: Trained soldiers level. So someone with actual combat experience, but still second from the bottom? What kind of logic was that?

Advanced: A massive jump—this included seasoned warriors, elite fighters, and even people strong enough to destroy mountains with a sneeze.

Seriously? There were dragons in this world. Country-destroying dragons. And the second highest rank was equivalent to a trained soldier?

No wonder adventurers died like flies.

"If I had to rank it using the Clash Universe's system," I muttered, "I would go with something more structured—like an actual scaling power system."

Hinata raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. It wasn't worth ranting about.

Then, there were the danger levels:

Hazard-Class → Town-level threats. Knights were needed to stop them.

Calamity-Class → Country-destroying threats, often Majin or powerful monsters.

Disaster-Class → Demon Lord tier. Entire nations needed to mobilize against them.

Catastrophe-Class → The realm of True Dragons. No single nation could handle these alone.

So basically, the moment you reached Disaster Class, you were one step below the strongest beings in the world; honestly, either these kingdoms were overestimating themselves, or they were underestimating monsters.

Officially, only True Dragons occupied the Catastrophe tier. Unofficially? I was sure there were others.

"Is something wrong?" Hinata asked suddenly.

I shook my head. "Just thinking about how broken the ranking system is."

She blinked. "You have only been here a day."

As we stepped inside the Adventurer's Guild, the smell of sweat, and metal filled the air. The place was bustling with activity, warriors in armor, robed mages, beastkin mercenaries, and shady-looking rogues all mingled around, chatting or waiting in line. Some adventurers were bragging about their latest kills, while others haggled over quest rewards.

Hinata followed me, looking skeptical. "Why are we here?"

"To become adventurers, of course," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She narrowed her eyes. "What?! Why?"

"Because we are isekai protagonists," I deadpanned.

She just stared at me, unimpressed.

...Right. She doesn't know about culture. Peasant.

Moving on, I walked toward the counter, ignoring Hinata's judgmental gaze. It was a good thing the language here was very similar to my previous world's (Clash Universe). Probably a coincidence, but meh, who cares?

Behind the counter was a dwarven girl with short purple hair. She looked young, maybe an apprentice receptionist, and was currently staring at me with wide eyes.

Being handsome is a curse, really. If you are not strong.

I smiled politely. "Hello, my lady, I would like to request your assistance."

The dwarf girl blinked, snapping out of her daze. "Y-Yeah! How can I help you, Majin-san?"

'Majin?' Oh, right. That was the general term for powerful beings that weren't human. Come to think of it, I hadn't really heard of a powerful human yet.

"I would like to register as an adventurer," I said casually.

Hinata muttered under her breath. "I still don't see the point in this."

I grinned. "Trust me, it'll be fun."

The receptionist nodded, pulling out some parchment. "Understood! Please fill out these forms, and we will conduct a basic assessment."

Hinata sighed, clearly resigned to whatever nonsense I was about to pull.

The registration form had several fields: Name, Race, Specialty, Combat Type, and Experience Level.

I filled in "Leo Lyros" under Name, "Majin" under Race—since that's what they called me anyway—and for Specialty, I proudly wrote "Summoner."

Hinata, on the other hand, simply put "Novice" for her specialty.

And guess what? No one batted an eye.

Seriously? A random girl just walks in, claims to be a total newbie, and wants to become an adventurer, and they don't even ask questions? No background check? No skill verification? Adventurers in this world must have the life expectancy of a goblin on a suicide mission.

Next was our assessment.

I was ready to show off, maybe summon something flashy to turn heads… but the receptionist casually shattered my expectations.

"You will need to complete a few quests first to determine your rank," she said.

…No power assessment? No combat trial?

I was expecting some grand "Show us your strength!" moment, but no. Just go outside and kill a few things, and they will decide how strong you are.

Honestly, being an adventurer here seemed about as safe as working on a Sparky without insulation.

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I don't know why I am uploading this chapter when I have no chapters written in advance I was bored and thought why not?

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