Now that Bob was finally a Q rank adventurer, he could finally hang out with the rest of the Q ranked adventurers and look down on the... a b c d e f g, h i j k... R and S ranked ones. This meant that he could finally take manhunts, which had better rewards and were a bit more dangerous.

Bob looked at the quest at the top of the board, which had the best rewards and was probably also the hardest.

Meh, he would take his chances with one of the easier ones first.

So Bob instead chose the quest that was at the bottom of the board, which was misplaced and was actually the hardest.

And he almost immediately regretted it.

* * *

"What? Why wouldn't I want to choose this quest?"

"It's just, erm, this quest was kind of misplaced... I'll have someone replace it later..."

"So, then, if it was misplaced, does that mean that the reward listed is incorrect?"

Bob's shoulders slumped.

"Er, yes, the reward should, in fact, be much larger than that."

Bob perked up.

"What? Really? I'll accept it!"

"Sir, although I can't stop you from accepting the quest, I will still request that you be careful... I don't really think that you're very suited for this..."

"No worries, I'm better than you may think!"

Bob, having absolutely no idea what was going on, didn't take a hint and instead marvelled over the absurdity of the new reward.

"Wait, can I see what they look like and can you tell me their names?"

Bob suddenly realized that he couldn't really kill people without even knowing who he was supposed to kill.

The Hall master's assistant sighed.

"The details are on the document for the quest."

Bob looked at the parchment.

Quest: Manhunt.

Required Adventurer Rank: Q.

Number of people: 2.

If 1 person(s) killed: bring proof of kill, reward: 60 silver.

If 2 person(s) killed: bring proof of kills, reward: 1 gold, 50 silver.

If 1 person(s) killed and one captured: bring proof of kill and bring other person, reward: 2 gold.

If 2 person(s) captured: bring both people, reward: 3 gold.

Full name(s) of person(s): Franklin Unpireli Camillo Kafrick, Yousif Omutee Unerik

Definition: Franklin Kafrick and Yousif Unerik are serial killers, at levels 27 and 32, or Monarch realm order 7 and Sovereign realm order 2, respectively.

Bob nearly fainted.

He himself was only at Level 23.

Now that he had accepted the quest, he would have to finish it before acepting any more.

He now finally realized why the Job Hall Master's assistant was so relucant to let him accept the quest, and seemed afraid of something.

The initials of the people he had to kill weren't helping either.

He decided to go after Yousif Omutee Unerik, or YOU first(, no, not you, YOU are just the initials), since if they were worth the same amount then that must've meant that the one on a higher level would be less skilled than the one on a lower level.

He avoided dreaming about capturing them, since he would be at a disadvantage if he wanted them alive, and he needed all the advantages he could get. He figured that they would probably be tacken for interrogation and all that if he captured them alive, and that was why the reward for that was so big.

Bob then commenced to go around the city, insulting cultivation, one of many weird things he always dreamed of when reading online fiction.

* * *

"You dare claim that cultivation is inferior to your little 'levels'?"

"Of course! Xianxia books are crap and-"

Shen Qi punched him in the face, not knowing and not caring about what these "XianXia novels" that Bob kept talking about were.

"Ow, why'd you do that?"

"I am SHEN QI! I will prove to THE WORLD that CULTIVATION IS FAR SUPERIOR to your inferior 'LEVELS'!"

Bob cringed when he realized that he had insulted an E ranked adventurer.

This couldn't end well for him.

Shen Qi, having a lower IQ than Bob, was all brawn and no brain. Bob had gotten the sense beaten into him over and over, and he had also somehow rubbed off some of the gods. Shen Qi, on the other hand, beat everyone up, and so he was always told that everything he thought was correct. This resulted in Bob getting the crap beaten out of him again, which would then either lead to an amount of time spent in the hospital and some money wasted or him bothering the God of Luck to resurrect him and having more money added to his debt.

As stated above, this couldn't end well for him.

Bob sincerely hoped that the former would happen instead of the latter.