I say again, I was once a low-ranking adventurer.
In my previous life.
It happened after I left Ryam City, after being homeless, and after I was tired of scavenging everywhere for food to survive.
At that time I already understood enough about this world. Which was the world of the novels I had read. So, I tried to become an adventurer in a city that I thought was safe.
I was active as a low-ranked Adventurer probably around the year 993 to 997 of the Sovereign Calendar. I'm not sure.
With my dexterity, I finally became an Adventurer. However, instead of the hope of achieving happiness, what I got was another suffering from what I usually experienced.
Because I was weak and didn't have Mana Core, again, suffering had become my daily meal.
Especially those, high-rank Adventurers who were arrogant and liked to intimidate low-rank Adventurers.