A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

This completely unpleasant ballad became a third sound, in addition to the sounds of the wind and the river.

However, there are far more than just this one voice that has been added to the list of those destined for the underworld.

A man in a tailcoat, pressing down his top hat, walked out of the broken entrance to the underworld, humming a nursery rhyme.

Yes, this song, which is extremely off-key, is a nursery rhyme, but the person singing it has slightly modified it.

The light and bright melody was completely out of place with the atmosphere of the underworld, like a singing clown.

Of course, it also clashes with the Joker's attire.

"Phew." Jonathan wiped away imaginary cold sweat from his mask and let out a breath.

"It scared me to death! This place is terrifying, much more realistic than the haunted houses in amusement parks," he exclaimed.

Jonathan heard that something very interesting had happened in the underworld, so he came over out of curiosity to see what was going on.

How can there be good things in this world that don't include you?

Okay, it seems Jonathan wasn't really included in this story.

He danced in the eerie underworld, spinning around as if entertaining himself, his cane fluttering up and down like a butterfly.

"Thank you all for coming! Thank you! I am very grateful!" After Jonathan finished his performance, he bowed deeply to the unconscious ghosts around him.

The traces of battle remain deeply etched on the land of the underworld.

Jonathan naturally knew who was fighting here.

Of course, it's that gentleman who observes the precepts.

Besides this gentleman who observes the precepts, who else is brave enough to come to such a godforsaken place?

Jonathan had to muster up some courage to come here, shouting "Go for it! Go for it! You're the best!" several times in front of the mirror before daring to walk in.

"Is anyone there?" Jonathan shouted after looking around.

Unfortunately, he could only hear his own echo; no one else responded to this enthusiastic clown.

His mask displayed a look of disappointment, and then he walked dejectedly down the dark ground.

There's no one here, only ghosts.

Ghosts can actually chat too, but I don't want to chat with ghosts. I find it more interesting to talk to people who respond.

However, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he tripped over something.

After Jonathan tripped, he fell forward and slid about ten meters on the ground.

After finally managing to stop the slap, Jonathan got up from the ground.

"I was really too slippery; I managed to slide ten meters."

"Hahaha, slipped!" Jonathan got up, bent back exaggeratedly, and burst into laughter.

"What a pity, if anyone had heard my joke just now, they would have burst out laughing." After laughing enough, Jonathan patted his mask with great reluctance.

"Let me see what cute little thing tripped me up."

After he finished speaking, he took a step, but that step was a full ten meters long.

The leg that had been extended stretched forward like rubber, landing on the very thing that had tripped Jonathan.

With a "snap," the clown retracted his other leg, thus advancing ten meters.

"Oh my, it's a mask!" Jonathan exclaimed cheerfully, his joy no different from that of a child seeing a toy.

“But it’s much uglier than my mask.” He bent down and picked up the skull mask from the ground.

He turned the mask with his index finger as if turning a book.

"Is this the mask of an important person? The workmanship is not good at all."

"As expected of a big shot, he doesn't care about details at all!" Jonathan stopped turning the skull mask and shrugged.

Then--

He calmly put the skull mask onto his clown mask.

He was already wearing a mask, but then he covered it with another mask.

Jonathan excitedly took out his small mirror, eager to see how cool he looked.

However, he was quickly met with a cold shower, as wearing two masks clearly looked too silly.

"I knew it would turn out like this." Jonathan was disappointed. He had thought that wearing this mask made by the gods would make him look cooler.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that cool.

"As expected of a god, this is all there is to it." He snapped his fingers, and the skull mask vanished instantly.

On his face was still the same clown mask that could change expressions.

"By the way, I heard you can fish in the Underworld, let me try it out." The clown had heard there were big fish in the Underworld, so he wanted to try catching one.

So he hopped and skipped towards the rushing river.

He then found the stone bridge, sat down beside it, and suddenly swung his cane.

A fishing line was cast from one end of the cane and landed in the River Styx.

"The unchanging world is finally about to undergo some changes."

"That's exactly how it should be; chaos, unplannedness, and the unexpected are the sources of fun."

Those who were content with the status quo and adhered to the precepts finally took action.

The rigid and boring world should also come to an end.

"The gods have united," "The gods have united"... What should we do next?

The Joker doesn't have a clear goal yet, but good ideas will come naturally in time.

He doesn't like to make detailed plans; he just does whatever comes to mind.

"Mr. Monk, please keep it up! Please keep it up!"

"If we don't refuel—"

“I don’t know what will happen either.” Jonathan’s clown mask transformed into an exaggerated smile.

"Whoosh—" He forcefully lifted his cane and pulled the only large fish in the River Styx out of the water.

"Haha, good evening, Miss Big Fish." Despite the occasional terrifying sounds coming from outside the Imperial Capital's safe zone.

Overall, the safe zone remains relatively peaceful, and the normal lives of the residents have not been significantly affected.

Just like in the morning, street vendors can still sell the crops they grow and the scraps they collect.

Even Tina, who lives in the Adventurers' Guild, can take a peaceful nap.

This is thanks to the union's lack of activity.

In a busy safe zone, it's not easy to find a job where you can slack off.

Tina leaned on the front desk, fantasizing about the days when she would move into a bigger house and eat better food.

Maybe one day I'll be able to wear clothes that aren't so tattered.

At the very least, don't wear patched-up clothes.

"Wake up." However, Tina's sweet dream was soon interrupted.

A man she knew all too well walked into the Adventurers' Guild and immediately slapped himself on the head.

"Oh..." Tina answered weakly, too lazy to even say a second word.

The person who will come to the union is undoubtedly that uncle.

Yes, yes, yes, it's that uncle named Blakeras.

Speaking of which, Tina only recently discovered that this uncle had a pretty good reputation in the safe zone.

Bray's commissions, completed out of sheer boredom, could probably cover every single household.

Many shadowy forces dared not lay a hand on this adventurer who looked so fierce.

I'm so envious. Living a life without having to worry about your safety must be so carefree.

For Tina, not having to worry or be afraid was a very pleasant thing.

“Go find a commission yourself, I’m too lazy to get up,” Tina said casually, assuming that Bray was here to find a commission again.

After all, Bray wouldn't do something like issuing a commission a second time.

However, this time she won't set any precedents for herself; the last time she had to bark like a dog was bad enough for her.

“I’m not here for a commission,” Bray shook his head.

"Is that why you're asking about that commission you posted last time? Nobody's doing it, so don't bother asking anymore," Tina said lazily, yawning.

“Someone has already done that job for me,” Bray replied.

Although it didn't go through the formal process, Rector has already completed that request.

In other words, the mandate attached to the union can be removed at any time.

"Huh?" Tina suddenly looked up, startled.

Say it again.

“I said that the commission I posted before has already been completed by someone else.”

Tina was speechless for a moment.

"If you guys do it secretly like this, I won't get my share of the profits!" The next second she slammed her hand on the table.

This slap not only caused the things on the table to jump off, but even Bray instinctively jumped as well.

This young girl has such a strong presence; she has a bright future ahead of her.

"Ughhhhh!" Tina, abandoning her previous laziness, irritably rubbed her hair.

“By the way, it was Rector, who also posted the commission, who helped me complete it,” Bray added.

"Don't tell me you also helped him complete his request." Tina had a bad feeling.

“Yes.” Bray nodded honestly.

"what!?"

"what???"

"ha!!!!?"

Tina yelled "Ha!" three times in a row, looking at Bray with murderous intent.

It seems this money-grubbing young girl is on the verge of losing control.

"Do you know this isn't in line with industry practice? Even though there's no official commission, the rules can't be broken!" Tina said seriously.

Actually, she didn't care about industry rules or regulations; the main issue was that she suddenly lost two sources of income.

What a joke! This guild doesn't usually have many commissions that get completed, and this time there are two fewer to go.

"..." Suddenly, Bray felt a little sorry for Tina.

It seems that my actions caused others to earn less money.

"Ah... never mind." Tina took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

Despite making a huge fuss, they still couldn't get the money back, and the uncle didn't seem like the type to "give you a treat, sir."

So shouting louder won't help.

"So what? Are you here to make me cancel the order?" Tina said in an extremely rude manner. There's no such thing as the customer being God here.

"That's one aspect too."

“I have something else to discuss with you,” Bray said to Tina.

Upon hearing Bray say that he was going to remove the order form, Tina began to climb the ladder and prepare to tear the form off the wall.

Once a commission is completed, it must be withdrawn; otherwise, if someone else completes your expired commission, whether or not you will be paid will become a dispute.

Tina didn't want such a dispute to occur. If it did, not only would the two parties involved in the case be in a headache, but she would also be in a terrible predicament.

"Rip—" Tina deftly tore the order form off the wall, leaving not a single piece of paper stuck to it.