The Second Chance of Reincarnator

Kornacis, Saint Markus and Wife Helen Street, the Population Registry Office.

"In here, write your name to register yourself as a Kornacis citizen, your age below, and your current residency."

The big-eared man said and handed Kael some papers, a quill, and a small jar of ink—the blind-eyed lady was sitting beside him.

"And here are the papers of your guardian to confirm your identity."

He said and gave the old lady some, which she struggled to see, and Kael helped her by putting an ink pen into her hand.

"Here."

"Oh, thank you, kind child."

The blind lady said, and while she struggled to see, Kael helped to move her ink-wielding hand to write down her name.

And when her signing was done, Kael put his new name in the paper—Aren Meredica—and then handed the papers back to the big-eared man.

He didn't really know why he chose the name Aren—that name just came to his mind—and it felt strangely familiar for some odd reason.

"Madam Agnes Meredica. You confirm that this young man, Aren Meredica, is related to you, and you are here as his guardian?"

The big-eared man asked once more.

"Oh, yes… I do!"

The blind lady said.

That was enough for the big-eared man, and he took the papers away and came a second later with Kael's very own residential card.

"Here's your card, Aren Meredica. Welcome to Kornacis as its official citizen, and with this card, you can seek jobs and register in the Guild as a Blessed One, if the Gods happen to bless you with their divinity!"

With a smile and nod, Kael… No, Aren helped the blind lady up from the chair and guided her out to the street sidewalk.

"Whistle~"

With a sharp whistle, Aren signaled the carriage to wheel over to them, as the registry office happened to be halfway across Kornacis, so they had to take the carriage back to Temptation Avenue.

"Thank you once more, Agnes. It means a lot."

Aren said with a smile.

"Anything for you, kind child. I am quite saddened that you're an orphan with no last name, how horrible. It's just a name either way, and if that can help you get work and make a living, I will gladly help you!"

Agnes said.

With a smile, Aren hugged her small, weak figure and felt quite bad that he had to deceive Agnes like that.

It was the only way, sadly, and for now, he had to pretend to be Aren Meredica. It was going to be his Whitesky identity for now.

'Time to go to the Guild… I hope this little trip over to the registry office worked…'

…

Kornacis, Heavy Smog Street, the Guild.

With people streaming in and out of the ornate, grand building, Aren blended into the crowd and made his way inside undetected.

With tall ceilings, spacious rooms, and intricate gold detailing on the walls, the Guild felt like a place of power and influence.

It had stairs zigzagging up to higher levels, leading to even more opulent rooms filled with important-looking people. It was as if this place had hundreds of rooms and corridors.

Close to the front entrance, the mission board stood tall—it had hundreds of mission pamphlets—and a large crowd of Blessed Ones gathered around it.

"…Need support for our next mission. Preferably long-range Rangers. Not Outlaws! Thank you!"

"…Any healers here?"

"Damage Dealers needed. If you can wound Primals in a fight, come to me, and we'll split the rewards evenly!"

"High Rankers needed for massive raid happening in the Caverns of the Ancient Heroes!"

Aren made his way to the receptionist desk, asked to register, and handed the small-eyed receptionist his residency card.

With a quiet look, the receptionist nodded and handed him some papers, and he quickly signed them.

"Do we have any Leaders?"

She then asked one of her coworkers, who whispered something in her ear, and then the receptionist turned back to Aren.

"Mind joining us for a quick interview? It's a requirement to join the Guild as an official Blessed One, and we also need to accurately determine your current level and pathway for your Guild card."

She said.

"I am fine with that."

Aren said, and then the receptionist led him up the stairs—they went down the corridor, turned left, walked a little further down, and then turned right and arrived in a small room.

"Wait here for a while. The interviewer will come here shortly!"

The receptionist said, and Aren stepped inside while she closed the door and quickly walked away as if her feet were on fire.

'Indeed, I couldn't escape the interview, but I don't mind.'

Aren sat on the hard chair, crossed his legs, and took off his hat to pat down his neatly cut black hair.

The two cross ear piercings hung from his ears—he decided on the cross earpiercings.

He planned to get something small at first.

However, he changed his mind after checking them out over on Earth, and he really liked how those looked on him, as it made him reminisce about that executioner girl over in the Pathway Test.

He thought it was Wren's way of showing what he should do, so he decided to take a chance and mold his look after the executioner.

It truly made him look like a proper Outlaw now, and thus, he felt a sense of liberation and power that he had never experienced before.

While it hadn't transferred to his divinity just yet, he believed that once he continued to pretend to be Outlaw, he was easily going to start making his way over to level 3.

Creak!

At that moment, the door opened up, and a short, top hat-wearing man stepped inside the room.

"Hello, my name is Candy Waste. I am your interviewer today, and it's just a formality, but there are some details that I need to go over with you."

"Very well."

Aren said.

"Your name… What is it?"

Candy asked, looking up from the signed papers that he had with him, and looked directly into Aren's sharp eyes.

From the holster on his belt, the earrings, and the overall vibe that Aren gave off, he could already tell that he was an Outlaw.

Outlaws made him really nervous.

"Aren Meredica."