Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 2035: Black rank

The sun had just passed its zenith, casting long shadows across the cobbled road winding down from the mountains. Birds soared above, and the distant hum of the bustling city echoed faintly like a song calling him home. With steady steps, Alex walked the final stretch toward the massive gate of adventurer City: —his base, his stronghold, his current home.

The moment he passed the gate, the familiar sights and sounds of city greeted him like an old friend. Merchant stalls lined the stone-paved streets, colorful banners flapping in the warm breeze. Blacksmiths hammered metal in rhythm, their forges blazing bright. Children chased each other near fountains, adventurers roamed in groups sharing tales and laughs. Magic users demonstrated spells for coin, while mercenaries sat in front of taverns boasting about their latest kills.

But Alexʼs focus was singular. The Adventurer Guild.

He walked straight through the central district, his black cloak trailing behind him like a shadow. The city was alive, but none of the chaos broke his stride.

Soon, the large silhouette of the Adventurer Guild Headquarters came into view.

He pushed them open.

The familiar scent of leather, steel, ink, and aged wood greeted him. Inside, dozens of adventurers gathered at tables—laughing, bragging, studying mission boards. Guild staff moved efficiently, sorting papers and guiding new recruits. The sound of clinking armor and murmured conversations created a vibrant, living atmosphere.

But the moment Alex stepped in, there was a subtle shift.

Several eyes turned toward him. Some whispered. Others simply gave nods of respect.

Everyone knew.

He had passed the Final Trial.

He walked up to the main counter where a red-haired receptionist looked up with a startled expression before breaking into a smile.

”Alex! Youʼre back! Wait here a moment, Iʼll call the vice guild leader.”

She vanished into the hallway behind the desk.

Alex waited, arms crossed, his gaze drifting across the grand hall.

A door to the left opened.

From it emerged Vice Guild Leader Linnea—a tall woman clad in dark violet armor etched with silver runes. Her midnight-black hair was tied into a braid that ran down her back, and her expression was as fierce as the magic staff she carried on her back. She was known not only for her brutal power but also her unshakable sense of fairness.

She approached Alex with a small smirk.

”So, you lived. Good.”

”I always do,” Alex said, his tone casual but respectful.

”You really burned down an entire bandit fortress on your way back?”

”They started it.”

Linnea chuckled dryly, shaking her head.

”Youʼre definitely Black Rank material.”

She gestured for him to follow her into the office wing.

They walked through long corridors lined with portraits of past legendary adventurers and great battles. The deeper they went, the quieter it became, the noise of the guild hall fading behind thick enchanted doors.

Eventually, they entered a private office filled with towering bookshelves, mission files, and an enormous map of the continent on the wall. At the center stood a sturdy desk. On it, a Black Adventurer Card sat in a velvet case.

”This,” Linnea said, picking it up and holding it toward him, ”is yours now. Black Rank. Youʼve earned it.”

Alex stepped forward, taking the card in his gloved hand. It was sleek, engraved with a swirling obsidian dragon etched in magical ink that shimmered under the light. The back displayed his name, class, and a golden sigil that would open otherwise restricted gates and mission boards.

”Itʼs not just status,” she added. ”Itʼs responsibility. Youʼll be expected to act like a commander, not a lone wolf. That means rescuing others, taking on regional threats, and even representing the guild if needed.”

Alex slipped the card into a hidden compartment in his cloak.

”I understand.”

Linneaʼs eyes narrowed. ”Do you?”

He held her gaze calmly. ”I didnʼt come this far just to act recklessly. Iʼll do whatʼs necessary.”

She studied him a moment longer, then nodded.

”Good. The Guild Leader would have given this to you herself, but sheʼs currently out investigating a large mana rift in the north. She left word, though—ʼIf he passed the Trial, give him full clearance and access to the restricted mission board.ʼ Youʼre one of us now, Alex. One of the top.”

There was a long silence between them.

Alex eventually asked, ”Anything else?”

Linnea looked mildly amused. ”Well, youʼre free to show off a little if you want. Most adventurers throw a party when they hit Black Rank. Weʼve got some wild ones in the past—banners, drinks, a whole roasted dragon once.”

”I think Iʼll pass on the party,” he said, already heading for the door.

”Typical.”

She watched him go, a faint smile still lingering on her lips.

Back in the guild hall, a few curious adventurers approached as Alex stepped back into the open. Many had already guessed from the weight of his presence, but now they had confirmation.

”Thatʼs the guy who cleared the Salamander Dungeon, right?”

”Black Rank already? Damn…”

”He took out a hundred bandits by himself, didnʼt even break a sweat.”

Alex ignored the murmurs, walking with purpose toward the high-rank mission board. A new section had opened—its border marked by golden chains and magical glyphs. Only Black Rank and above could access it. The moment he held his card to the crystal sigil, the barrier shimmered and vanished.

A cascade of high-level missions scrolled before him. Dragons. Demon incursions. Escorting royal dignitaries. Investigating forbidden ruins.

He scanned them all silently, not choosing anything yet.

His path wasnʼt just about fame or gold—it was about purpose. Growth. Strength. And maybe… answers. There were still things he needed to understand—like the mysterious watcher during his trial, and the entity that monitored him from beyond the veil.

But for now, he had reached a new summit.

He turned and exited the guild building, stepping into the warm late afternoon sun. The wind tugged at his cloak, and the Black Rank card hummed faintly at his side.

The streets bustled as usual, but now he moved with a new air.