Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king-Chapter 46: Arcane Affinity

The next few days was filled with a strange and unsettling calm. Guilliman spent it basically lazing around and practicing his swordsmanship. He hadn’t been in this world for too long, but he could say he was well on his way to becoming powerful.

Yellow seemed to be about his power level before the hand of judgement struck; anything higher was him stepping into uncharted territory. He needed to prepare to grow stronger.

In the meantime, some movements began to happen in the household as several of the cohort members went on their merry way to either face their class ritual, or just to tie up some loose ends.

In the end, Guilliman was left home alone with the silver-haired old man, and a seemingly rowdy group of old men who would come and go.

Victoria’s father was really strange in the way he acted; he was not dignified like his daughter, instead opting to behave worse than a slum rat. He drank booze, lazied around and engaged in several other vices when Victoria wasn’t around.

Soon enough, Guilliman couldn’t stand watching the old man, so he went out to busy himself before they departed for the gate.

…

"This should be the place?"

Standing before a large plaza of a building, Guilliman raised an eyebrow questioningly. This concrete block of a building was massive, stretching a whole block on the shelter level.

He had been around the shelter several times and had never seen such an allocation of land. Even shelter administration buildings weren’t this big.

"Only one way to find out," he went straight for the massive main doors, taking subtle, cautious strides. However, as soon as he passed through the doors, he was assaulted with a myriad of loud sounds.

The sound of iron striking iron repeatedly from all directions. A few seconds later, his skin started to warm up; heat consumed him as he walked through the building.

This place was the shelter’s unique workshop.

It was a place for mainly utility slayers who did not want to join the harrows of combat. Those with flame affinities could work as living furnaces melting down metal for blacksmith to fashion weapons, or just repurpose shelter construction materials.

If he could remember correctly, even his stepfather used to work here from time to time… that is until he and his mother were sent to the dungeon for "selling their son to Artus."

"Hello please, can you point me to the admin desk?" Guilliman soon stopped an older gentleman walking in the middle of the factory and asked for directions.

The old man was short—indeed, incredibly short—with white hair poking out of his head like horns; he looked like a little devil.

"What? Administration? Do you work for those fuckers?? Where’s my funding, you slimy office goblin?" all of a sudden the old man rained down a torrent of curses on Guilliman, asking him for some funding he knew nothing about.

Eventually, after several long minutes of explaining that he wasn’t with the administration and was but a slayer, the old finally relaxed and left, grumbling to himself how the administration was corrupt. He did point him in the right direction, though.

"Hello!!" Looking over a long desk situated not too far away from a rolling engine, Guilliman called out, looking for someone to attend to him.

The place was surprisingly empty, with not a single attendant in sight…

"Cold water." Guilliman noticed a cup of water on the desk, releasing a cold wave from it. In such a hot place? There was no way this had been here for long.

Panning his head to the main office, his vision blurred as several soul signatures came into view behind the wall in the inner office.

Not wasting time, he jumped over the desk and walked into the office where he saw several administrators hiding behind crates with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

"Huh? Are you guys on break?" Guilliman’s voice suddenly resounded, causing them to flinch and look at the new arrival in fright.

This took him aback for a little bit, but not as much as what happened next. One of the attendants placed his finger over his mouth and slowly made his way towards the door.

There he peeked through the corner and breathed out in relief.

"The old man’s gone," he sighed, following which the other attendants stood up and cleaned their uniforms.

They then led Guilliman to the front desk, cautiously as if on the lookout for something terrifying. Seeing that they were in the clear, they finally attended to Guilliman.

"Let me take a look at your slayer’s license," he stretched out his hand, asking for Guilliman’s identification.

The shelter’s unique workshop was a place where slayers came to find special work. Though there were some mundane workers here, the vast majority were slayers—especially this kind; that combat suit was a dead giveaway.

"Here," he handed it over, allowing the administrator to scrutinize it, after which he handed it back to Guilliman and said:

"Wrat can I do for you?" the attendant asked with a smile that wasn’t a smile.

It was kind of awkward the way the kid found them cowering behind a bunch of crates. However, they didn’t have a choice; that crazy old man would beat them up otherwise.

"Uhhh, during my slayer test… one of my affinities rang a bell for the test admin; she said something about coming here to see what I can use it for."

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He didn’t really need the money; he was just a bit bored and wanted to at least check out the box of things he needed to do before leaving for the gate. Who knows? It might be helpful.

"Oh, what affinity is that?" the attendant asked.

Flame affinities, water and ice affinities—were the most common in the blacksmith shops—but there were other affinities, like sound affinity, which they could use to check cracks.

If he had one of the more unique ones, he was probably looking at a very cushy job in the workshop.

"Uhhh, if I’m right, it’s the Arcane affinity," Guilliman, after a few seconds, responded from his license.

But even before he could read it, his license was snatched out of his hand by the attendant with widened eyes.

"Arcane Affinity…!!" The attendant frowned, then looked up at Guilliman with a strange smile.

He was looking at him as if Guilliman were dead meat.