Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger!

Shye Crowley—Not exactly a poor fly, but a poor guy.

He almost blurted out a hundred thousand silver coin bet, luckily, before he did, he remembered that he currently didn't have such a huge amount of money in his possession.

Failing to produce a hundred thousand silver coins after proposing such a high-stakes bet would only result in him becoming a subject of ridicule.

Well, even 35,000 silver coins were out of his reach as he only had around 29,000 in his pockets.

Naturally, he had a backup plan which is why he suggested 35,000 silver coins.

"Seira, lend me 6,000 silver coins. I'm running a little low on funds after the auction. In exchange, I'll give you 8,000 silver coins after I win." Shye whispered as the two of them walked toward the guild's underground training hall.

Hearing her boss' words, Seira's eyes lit up.

She then swiftly took out 6,000 silver coins before secretly handing them over to Shye.

There was nary a hint of hesitation in her eyes, only pure excitement.

Somehow, she was so sure that her Boss Big Brother would win.

Shye was simply invincible in her heart.

35,000 silver coins was a sizable portion of Farhann's coin reserves, however, such a bet can only be considered mid-stakes at best, and of course, a hotshot like him would never back down from such a challenge.

So, another spicy duel was set to occur between two talented rookies, adding yet another exciting event to an otherwise dull and ordinary day.

'Haaah…Only around 400 to 500 people huh?' Shye lamented in disappointment. 'I guess the Adventurer Academy Competition is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime chance to earn points…'

He couldn't help but regret taking the points he earned for granted.

When he was a student, it was really easy to earn points.

All he had to do was cause a commotion and he would earn more than ten thousand points for a single duel in which all he had to do was slap the sh*t out of his opponent, but now, such a spicy rookie vs rookie battle would only net him 500 points at best.

Well, what else could he expect?

He was currently in the dog-eat-dog world of average adventurers. He would have to work his a*s off to escape this hell hole.

"Relax. It's just temporary. Once I'm back in Valenzia City, there will be plenty more opportunities to earn points," Shye consoled himself.

For now, he had no choice but to accept that his main source of points would be through regular and daily quests.

Luckily, ever since he upgraded the system to level 3, the system point rewards from the said quests have increased substantially, mildly easing the difficulties of his current situation of not having enough points.

As Shye descended the stairs leading to the guild's underground training hall, his depressed countenance changed into one of utter shock.

Initially, he thought that the underground training hall would be shabby—rather decent at best.

How could he have imagined it to be four times larger than the lobby on the ground floor of the branch headquarters?

Thousands of adventurers occupied the spacious grounds, training their bodies, minds, and skills in small groups—some, alone.

The scene in front of him was chaotic, however, it would ignite flames of passion in the hearts of those who would see it.

Suddenly, as Shye was admiring the inspiring view, a pleasant thought occurred to him.

'Oh? Isn't there at least two thousand people here?' He mused, a slight smile gracing the corners of his mouth.

Now, he was a bit more motivated.

Upon arriving at the training hall, one of their guildmates, who was a bit too enthusiastic about the duel, took the lead in talking to the guildsmen who were training in the hall.

Shortly after, those who were training in the center of the hall, eagerly gave way, creating a dueling space in the middle.

Naturally, it was inevitable that a commotion would ensue when 500 people suddenly entered the training hall together, following behind two seemingly young guildsmen.

Consequently, just a short while later, around 2400 onlookers gathered in a spacious circle, eager to witness the showdown between two arrogant rookies.

"Hey, who are these two? This is the first time I've seen both of them."

"Hahaha, how would you know them when all you do is spend every day training here? These two are among this year's most talented rookies. One of them finished sixth in the recent admission exam while the ash-haired guy got in through recommendation."

"Hmmm…Wouldn't this be an easy match for the redhead then? Rookies who managed to get in through recommendations are usually spineless turds…"

"Hahaha! And that's why you're an obsolete hermit! This ashen-haired guy right here named Shye Crowley is probably the most vicious-mouthed and arrogant rookie our branch had ever seen. Naturally, these two wouldn't see eye-to-eye."

Naturally, being insulted as the blabbermouth sided with Shye, the man who was called an obsolete hermit was displeased, compelling him to root for the redhead.

"Hmmph! Anyone could have a vicious mouth, however, I truly doubt whether he could back his arrogant attitude up. I say the redhead wins this by a landslide!"

"Ha! The bold claim of someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. An absolute classic. Let me tell you right now, I'm pretty sure Shye Crowley would win."

"Hmmph! Let's see then!"

Similar conversations echoed throughout the area, with those unfamiliar with both rookies curiously asking those in the know, thereby further intensifying the anticipation surrounding the duel.

A few more moments later, both rookies faced each other in the middle of the circular space—confidence oozing from every pore of their bodies as they took their weapons out.

Purple sparks lingered in the air and produced cracking sounds as Farhann drew his platinum-tier, mid-grade shortbow relic, prompting the onlookers to gasp in amazement.

The thunderous display of the redhead rookie's weapon mesmerized them.

On the other hand, Shye simply took out a gold-tier elemental staff with zero upgrades whatsoever, causing those who didn't know him to shake their heads in disappointment—a single thought resonating in their ill-informed minds:

'This would probably be an easy fight for the red-haired rookie…'