Modern Weapons Cheat in Fantasy World-Chapter 13: The Adventurer’s Guild Admission Part 2

They moved on to the physical examination, still inside the Adventurer’s Guild.

The training area was behind the main hall, separated by a thick wooden door. The moment it opened, the noise of the common room faded.

Inside were target dummies arranged in a row. Straw packed tight, wrapped in rough cloth. Wooden frames held them upright. Some bore deep cuts from blades. Others had scorch marks.

Marcus stepped forward with the rest of the applicants.

Three guild officials stood near the side wall. One held a clipboard. Another had his arms folded. The third, an older man with short gray hair, watched without expression.

The older man looked down at a parchment.

"Marcus Manfred," he called.

Marcus stepped out from the line.

The older man glanced at the parchment again.

"You declared your combat specialty as ’otherwise.’ Since you stated otherwise, we assumed that it’s going to be like magic abilities. Please demonstrate to us your skills and abilities by destroying the target dummy."

That sounds easy. He pulled out this M4 Carbine from his inventory and it materialized in his hands.

The officials were surprised by but moved on as they had witnessed adventurers hiding their weapons from their storage magic.

Marcus planted his feet shoulder-width apart and raised the M4 Carbine to his shoulder.

He flipped the selector switch with his thumb.

Click.

Full auto.

The closest dummy stood fifteen meters away.

He tightened his grip, leaned slightly forward, and squeezed the trigger.

The rifle roared.

A continuous stream of rounds tore into the dummy’s chest. Cloth shredded instantly. Straw burst outward in violent sprays. The wooden post behind it splintered under the impact.

Marcus did not let go.

The recoil pushed into his shoulder in steady pulses, but he controlled it, guiding the muzzle upward and back down in short arcs.

The dummy’s upper half collapsed first.

The head section disintegrated, straw erupting in a thick cloud. The frame snapped under the sustained fire. The entire structure folded backward and crashed to the floor.

He shifted aim to the remains and continued firing.

The wooden base shattered. Straw scattered across the stone floor in a wide radius.

The magazine ran dry.

Smoke drifted from the barrel. The sharp smell of burned powder hung in the air.

Where the dummy once stood, only fragments remained. Broken wood. Torn cloth. Straw spread across the ground like debris after a storm.

Marcus lowered the rifle slowly, finger off the trigger.

No movement behind him.

One of the other applicants had taken two steps back. Another stared at the destroyed dummy with his mouth slightly open.

The official with the clipboard blinked twice.

The gray-haired man walked forward, boots crunching over scattered straw. He looked down at the remains, then at the splintered post embedded in the wall behind.

He turned his eyes to Marcus.

"...That will suffice," he said evenly. "So you use magic with a magic staff."

"No it’s not..." Adrian paused and sighed. He doesn’t want to clarify it anymore. And based on their reactions, they looked not impressed? Perhaps there are mages in this world that could do better?

That kind of irked him a bit, to think that there is magic more powerful than conventional weapons. Well, wait until he summons F-22s in this world.

Still, he made an impression on the officials. After all, the goal is to pass the examination.

"Return to the main hall. Wait outside the training area. Results will be announced after evaluation of all applicants."

***

Two hours later.

Marcus stood near one of the stone pillars in the main hall.

The noise from earlier had settled. A few adventurers sat at tables reviewing quest boards. Someone laughed near the bar. A pair of armored men argued over reward splits.

Marcus kept his back to the wall.

He watched the training door.

Applicants who had finished earlier waited as well. Some paced. Some sat and stared at the floor. One whispered a prayer under his breath.

Marcus checked the position of the sun through the tall windows.

Still steady.

No point in overthinking.

The door to the back finally opened.

The gray-haired official stepped out with the clipboard man and another clerk. The older man scanned the hall once.

"All provisional applicants," he called.

The remaining candidates gathered in front of him.

Marcus stepped forward and joined the line.

The official unrolled a parchment and began reading names.

"Failed written examination," he said for two of them. "You may reapply after thirty days."

One man clenched his jaw and nodded stiffly.

Another name.

"Failed physical assessment. Insufficient combat capability." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Then.

"Marcus Manfred."

Marcus kept his posture straight.

"Written examination—passed."

The clerk beside the older man nodded and made a mark.

"Physical assessment—passed."

A brief pause.

"Provisional status upgraded. You are hereby recognized as an E-Rank Adventurer under the Berm Adventurer’s Guild."

A few heads turned toward Marcus.

The official folded the parchment.

"Report to the front desk for issuance of your official identification and guild license. You may begin accepting E-Rank quests immediately."