The Primordial Asura

The streets bustled as usual with noisy traders and loud mercenaries.

Alex wandered the cobbled streets of Dawnbreeze City, his feet unimpeded but walked with no aim or direction.

"Should have asked for a few more slivers....an directions" Alex wailed in empty regrets as he had fully given Jone rights to the beasts corpses only receiving meager sliver in return as goodwill,money which he has already spent on his sword. Now his pockets being lighter than his mood. With the unfamiliar buzz of market vendors and odor of sweaty awakened mercenaries filled the air, his mood just further gets bad with his empty stomach just fueling his irritation.

Walking around for half an hour just as he debated selling his boots, his eyes landed on a large building with an oppressive sign at the top: Awakened guild.

He stood there in awe, the magnificent building high as a five story with impressive designs and architecture. At the front two large doors with a multitude of people with powerful auras and bloodthirst walked back and fro.

"A guild! They have this here? How did I missed it!" He facepalmed drawing weird looks around.

Collecting himself and with nothing to lose, he stepped inside, instantly feeling and hearing the difference. An isolation formation, he deduced.

Hearing the loud voices and shouts of buffed men with huge cups filled with booze at the side with lines of people to the right.

Reading the sign at the front he realized that it was for registration, quickly joining in he immediately garnered the attention of everyone in the hall as they decendend into silence.

Spooked by the sudden silence he looked around to know the reason before noticing everyone looking at him.

Puzzled with a confused expression " wha...?"

Bua hahahahahaha!!!

Cut of guard by the sudden laughter, stunned with an even more confused look on his face unsure of the reason everyone is laughing.

"Look at that kid joining the line!"

"Haha do you think his lost or did he got the wrong place"

"He must be lost, brat ain't even the height of my waist"

"Waist? His not even as thick as my arm"

Hahahha.....

Realization dawned on him as he finally understood stood the reason for the laughter.

He was the joke. A kid still in his single digits, walking into a den of warriors built like siege towers.

"So this is how it feels to be underestimated… fascinating."

Alex's eyes flickered

"there not Worth it but let's play along", he then schooled his expression into nervous confusion.

A kind-eyed receptionist finally waved him forward,still smiling through the laughter cutting him through the line not that they minded still laughing.

"First time registering?" she asked, handing over a form.

Alex nodded

"Write your name, talent ability and realm"

Scribbling down his details he handed over it over to the receptionist who then did a few stuff behind the counter before handing him a new bronze card with his details in it together with a addition.

Name;Alex

Talent ability; telekinesis

Realm;peak body tempering

Rank; F

Looking at the clearly false info he smiled faintly at the receptionist who responded with a gentle nod.

He slipped the bronze card into his pocket and leaned forward.

"Where do I go to take missions?"

The receptionist pointed to the side of the grand hall.

"Right wing, under the guild emblem. You'll see a crystal console—it's a mission hologram. Just tap your card and browse by rank."

Alex gave a polite nod and walked off in the direction, passing tables of awakened laughing over ale and arm-wrestling like their lives depended on it.

Rounding the corner, he entered a circular room illuminated by floating crystal lanterns. At the center stood a massive holographic pillar of light—rotating mission postings hovered in the air, flickering with fine gold and red script. Several other low-ranked initiates stood tapping through selections with tired faces and cautious eyes.

Alex approached and tapped his guild card to the console. The pillar shimmered, then filtered all available F-Rank Missions.

Lines of missions scrolled down in floating screens:

F-Rank: Herb Collection – Whisperroot Glade (30 silver)

F-Rank: Sewer Pest Removal – Old Drain Line 3 (20 silver + hazard pay)

F-Rank: Lost Pet Retrieval – East Sector (5 silver + favor owed)

F-Rank: Caravan Escort – Low-risk forest path, 2-day travel (150 silver)

Bingo.

Alex selected the caravan escort. A ping confirmed the mission was accepted and the details were downloaded to his card.

He turned to leave and exited the guild, a pair of cold eyes from the upper floor balcony watched him silently… before vanishing.

*****

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, Dawnbreeze City cast long golden shadows across its cobbled streets.

Alex stood at the southern gate, where several wagons were already lined up. Horses stomped and snorted, and a handful of rugged men and women stood clustered near a fire, chatting idly. Some wore partial armor, others bore visible scars—and all were visibly awakened.

A gruff man with a thick beard barked, "You the last F-Rank? Get over here."

Alex walked up, showing his bronze card.

The bearded man eyed it briefly, then nodded. "Hmph. You're the runt, then. Doesn't matter. Just stay out of the way, keep your mouth shut, and if something attacks—stall it, or die trying. Name's Garran. I'm in charge."

Alex offered a polite smile. "Understood."

A stocky woman nearby scoffed, "Kid's too tender to survive a night out there."

"We'll see who's to tender and survives what, Alex thought, unfazed.

The rest of the group consisted of:

A dual dagger user with sharp eyes who said nothing.

A spearman with a bored expression.

A healer with her hood up and staff across her back.

Including Alex, that made five escorts—enough for an F-rank mission, barely.

As Garran barked orders and the merchant flapped around nervously, the gruff leader called for attention.

"Alright, before we move out—standard protocol. Everyone state your Talent type and name. Don't need your life story, just enough so we don't die from stupid surprises. I'll start."

He slammed a fist to his chest.

"Garran. Talent: Ironhide. Type: Body Reinforcement. Archetype: body".

The stocky woman rolled her eyes, stepping forward next.

"Briga. Talent: Gravel Maul. Type: Earth Affinity, archetype : elemental"

The silent dagger user tilted his head but spoke in a smooth tone.

"Name's Kye. Talent: Veilstep. type: Stealth and Movement. Archetype : body"

The spearman leaned on his weapon, barely hiding his boredom.

"Darin. Talent: Wind Lance.type: Precision Striker. Archetype : weapon"

Finally, the hooded healer raised her staff gently.

"Lyra. Talent: Bloomlight. type: Healing and Barrier. Archetype : conceptual"

Eyes shifted to Alex.

He smiled faintly. "Alex. Talent: Telekinesis. type: Support and Utility. Archetype: conceptual"

Briga gave a snort. "Figures."

"Why's this bitch so against me, does she hates kids?" Alex thoughts

Garran grunted, waving toward the wagons. "Mount up. Night's not gonna wait."

The merchant, a rotund man in fine traveling robes, clapped his hands. "Wonderful! My life is in your capable hands. Let's be off before night fully falls!"

The wagons creaked to life as the caravan rolled out through the southern gate.

The city faded behind them. Ahead lay the Greenflare Trail, upposedly a two day journey through and fro but he knew it not gonna be a piece of cake