Chapter 360 360. CIRCUS

All eyes were on Noah, or at least the man named Aiden, and they couldn't but wonder how he had even gotten into the tournament of champions.

It was without a doubt that they all knew what the tournament of champions was, but how to participate was the detail none of them knew. Elder Sarah had said it was something between the higher-ups after all.

'Why would they even announce that it was from winning the tournament,' Noah sighed shaking his head while relishing the shock on Lina's face. By the gods, they felt good.

The astonishment of that event had been the densest feeling in the room, but no one could come to ask him how he achieved that feat. They weren't close enough to him for that.

"I... I'll get right to it," Lina stuttered rushing towards the inner side of the counter now shielded by a door, to get something. In less than a minute, she returned with a badge and a card, and two more stars.

Noah immediately understood what the stars were for and immediately stored them when she handed them over to him.

"So what is the card for?" Noah asked curiously while inspecting the small object featuring only his name the guild's crest. Its material felt metallic and was coated with a silver color.

"This is what allows you to reach the upper floor for even intense and bountiful missions. There are many issues in our nation and the missions here do not portray them in the slightest," Lina explained. Still recovering from her shock. "I was only able to give you this because you've been promoted to the peak of rank C about to step into B."

"I see," Noah muttered raising his head to glance at the stairs.

"Due to your cultivation level I'll be restricting you from increasing your rank to B," she said, suddenly more polite. But it didn't bother him.

"You can do that?" Noah asked surprised.

"Yes, I can as long. As long as I deem it necessary," She stated without batting an eye.

"Ah, I understand. Thanks for your time," Noah spoke, already leaving for the upper floor.

"I advise that you at least take rank D jobs since they are lighter than rank C," Lina called out with worry in her tone.

An idea reached Noah's mind at her words and out of curiosity, he spoke up. "What is the death rate of rank C missions?" He questioned calmly gazing at her youthful features.

She fell silent at his words but soon spoke. "For those taking the most dangerous of the rank C missions even those in the lower stage, the death rate is fifty, fifty," her words were meek and silent, filled with pain. Noah could immediately understand that she had lost close individuals to such jobs.

'But damn,' He couldn't help but exclaim inwardly. That percentage was amazing, to say the least. About half of those that went for C rank missions died in the process. It was frightening that even the tier 3's could die in the highest of rank C missions meant for peak tier 2.

"No worries then, I'll see what I can find here," Noah assured, meaning his words. His eyes fell on the board in the distance and immediately began to move closer to it.

He stood before the board while ignoring the glances of the people around him. He had literally become one of the highest-ranked tier 3's in an instant.

Gazing at the missions board, he immediately set his eyes on the rank D missions, and even went for the ones with red sheets.

He read a few of them and soon found one that sounded interesting enough for him to try out.

The mission saw him going outside the city to a town somewhere on the map of the Cusk nation and getting rid of a pack of beasts troubling it.

The pack contained mostly peak tier 2 beasts but made its dangerous-ness shoot up when a tier 3 beast was confirmed. Five apparently.

Sure Noah had wondered why such a mission would be classified as D rank since tier 3 threats were present, but the fact that it was even there made him understand that the mission was meant for only tier 3's to see,

He got the mission bill stamped and got a map directing him to the town's exact location.

According to Lina, the mission had only arrived newly so it was better he quickly took care of it.

Of course, the payment was also fairly enough, 3000 small silvers. It was something to add to his purse, as he planned on buying more beasts.

After exiting the guild hall, Noah was met with an issue. 'How do I even get to the town,' he thought grimly. Returning to ask Lina about the issue she gave him directions to an establishment that rented out flying beast.

Noah walked on the path she directed to him and eventually arrived at the said place. A large two-story building with the signature of a beast with wings at its front unfolded in his sight and he didn't hesitate to walk past its gate and into its compound.

Many individuals stood about the grassy compound of the building, but he completely disregarded them to face the guard before the big red door.

"What rank?" The individual spoke flatly.

"C," Noah replied coldly.

An eyebrow rose on the expert's face and he immediately searched Noah's figure for the right amount of stars and found it.

Lina had informed him about that detail. Apparently, the building was an establishment almost completely owned by the guild, so he had to wear his stars to be allowed entry.

The individual's demeanor changed and a smile suddenly shone on his face while he opened the door.

"Have a nice time, sir," the middle-aged man spoke.

Noah could tell he wasn't a guild member, meaning who ever owned the building had to have brought him from outside the city.

He stepped through the door and an empty orange hall expanded in his eyes. He had felt the slight distortion in space and could tell that that place had been expanded.

However, there were were eight brown doors in the circular room, and each had a tag he could read.

One carried a tag for baby beast, one for toddler beast one for adult beasts. While one had the taming tag. He scanned the doors until he found the one he needed. Which had the "For rent" sign on it.

Noah pushed the said door and stepped into an even more expanded environment, since what resembled the gathering of a circus; unfolded in his sight, and the many growls and roars told him he had arrived at his destination.