My Soul card is a Reaper

"Elemental Nephilim, i.e., Nephilim with monster bloodlines, aren't allowed inside Guilds, My Lord. The barrier at the entrance would reject us. As the warriors here tend to see monsters as the source of energy and power, hunting them down in the worlds of the Eldara plane, they tend to believe that we are nothing more than prey," said Rynmere, clenching his fists tightly. He was clearly frustrated by unfair treatment by these Empyreal Nephilim, i.e., Nephilim with the bloodlines of intelligent races like humans, elves, dwarves, etc…

Azzy couldn't help but think of his own world. Monsters from the Arcana world are indeed the source of food, power, and everything for the Arcana masters. In fact, he killed so many of them as he didn't have any shred of emotion for these monsters that treat humans as enemies, too.

However, Nephilim should be different, right? Even with a monstrous bloodline, they are still part-Angels and have a normal civilization similar to humans, too. They are also intelligent.

Then, why this discrimination?

Perhaps it is because the Nephilim here are worried that Elemental Nephilim would side with the monsters they are hunting and betray them? Perhaps, such incidents occurred in the past? He wondered.

But then again, he had nothing to do with Angels. It is their system, and they have been following it for ages. Who is he to worry about their matters? He should merely focus on earning money.

In the end, he let Rynmere stand there outside, thinking that this Aqua Angel warrior should be prepared when he wanted to be his servant anyway and stepped inside the guild.

As soon as he stepped inside the world, a gust of cool air hit his body. "This feeling… it's not cool air. It's…" His eyes were instantly drawn to the ceiling. He nodded with a smile in realization, "Indeed, it's the air conditioning. Man, how long has it been since I saw one? I think when I was visiting WAMO last year."

"What are you staring at, kid? Never saw an air conditioner in your life?" A voice rang in his ears, earning his attention. He glanced to the side; there was a topless, buffed guy showing off his muscles and scars over his body. He had a giant broadsword on his back, and a beauty's waist was wrapped by his arm. "A 7-star?" Azzy was momentarily taken aback for a second.

Letting out a grin, the Nephilim commented, "You must be from another world with low technological advancements."

"Yeah, I guess?" As Azzy nodded, the Nephilim spoke, extending his free arm, "I'm Liam."

"Azrael," replied Azzy, didn't shake his hands though. Because of Rynmere's situation, he had a slight bad impression on the Nephilim here. Hence, he wasn't interested in building any friendships around. "If you excuse me…"

Azzy was about to walk past him, but Liam suddenly grabbed his shoulder and used a bit of force as he commented, "That was quite rude of you, kid."

Azzy's eyes instantly turned cold as he glanced at him, "So, what?" A spark of electricity struck Liam's hand, forcing him to retract it.

"You…" Liam was momentarily taken aback but grinned one more time, "A pure bloodline Angel with lightning powers? You are interesting."

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Azzy shook his head, not intending to understand this man, and walked to the empty counter. He spoke to the receptionist, an Empyreal Nephilim with an elf bloodline, "Hi. I'm a first-timer here. May I know the whole process…"

"Eh? Ah, yes…" The Nephilim looked surprised for a second. She stuttered in nervousness as she rummaged through the drawers, taking out a form and placing it on the desk, "Here, you need to fill out the form and pay 1000 grace shards as a registration fee."

Pointing at the crystal ball kinda thing on her desk, she added, "This gauges your overall strength, taking your bloodline purity, your powers, and tier, everything. It will glow up with a color, such as White, Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, Orange, Brown, Violet, and Black. Based on its color, you will get your starting medallion. By doing missions, you rake up points and upgrade your medallion henceforth. The higher the grade of your medallion, the greater the missions available to you and, obviously, the more the guild favors you."

Azzy's eyes shifted to the crystal ball for a second; it remembered his first day at high school, "Chronos, can this thing measure my strength accurately? I feel like it will blow up if it tries to gauge my power."

"There is no doubt about it, Azrael," replied the Reaper. After a brief pause, the Reaper added, "Even if you seal away everything, I mean everything… it will still blow up because of your true divine physique."

"Okay…"

Azzy changed his mind and asked, "Umm, miss, is this necessary? Can I just have the lowest grade medallion and let me climb through my efforts?"

"Eh? Well…" The Nephilim glanced left and right, thinking about it for a second before she hurriedly ran off after saying, "I'm Sorry. Let me confirm it with my superior."

"Huh?"

Before Azzy realized, the pointy-eared Nephilim left his sight and made him wait for a while. Find your next read on mvl

It was then the muscled warrior returned to his side, stating all of a sudden, "You are really cautious, Azrael. Tell me."

Azzy didn't pay heed to the words and patiently waited. But then, the guy added, "You are worried about its destruction and gaining unnecessary attention, aren't you?"

"Hey, look over there"

"Liam is talking to that kid."

"Who is he?"

"Looks like a pure bloodline"

"His clothes looked like they were made of finest quality. Must be rich."

"Was he perhaps from one of the noble houses?"

"Never seen Liam take the initiative to suck up to someone. Do they know each other?"

"Shhh. Keep your tone down. You want to offend Liam?"

Azzy's ears perked up as whispers captured by his hearing. He couldn't help but sigh as he replied to Liam, "Not sure about that crystal ball, but your presence indeed was bringing me unwanted attention. If you excuse me, I have things to do."

Liam didn't leave and instead burst into laughter, gaining even more attention from the rest of the adventurers, "Hahaha, you were even more amusing. Worrying about attention from the weak when you yourself are in a higher soul realm than myself, the third strongest of this guild."

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"That kid is above Tier 80? Impossible…"

"Who is this kid?"

"I'm sure he is a young master of some powerful noble house."

"Liam is joking around, right?"

"Possible. That exhibitionist had personality issues anyway. By the way, why he loved so much exposing himself?"

"C'mon, you are just jealous because your crush became his girlfriend."

"Man, it is seriously unfair…"

"The Heavens are never fair to begin with."

As the whisperings flew out again, Azzy was offended this time. He gave a cold gaze one more time to Liam, warning him, "I don't know who you are, but if you annoy me or try to make trouble for me one more time, I won't let you off lightly. Get lost from my sight… now…"

Liam, as if he wasn't bothered by Azzy's threat, patted his shoulders in a row, laughing out loud, "Chill out, kid. No one cares about one's background in Astrael. How about teaming up with me?" He winked by pointing at himself with his thumb, "I'm an adamantine grade medallion holder. You can take missions worthy of your strength if you are with me. How about it?"

"Not interested," Azzy didn't even think for one second about the pros and cons; he rejected the proposal.