Aiden went over to Darius, who was half-slumped in a wooden chair, dozing as if he hadn't moved for hours. Even when called, the old man barely reacted. "Master Geuder..." Aiden's voice stayed patient. He called again and again. Finally, a gravelly groan drifted up from the chair. "Give it a rest already. You buzz like a fly. You want a class change? Find someone else. I'm busy not caring. Get lost before this old man loses his temper." The old man still didn't bother to open his eyes. Aiden didn't flinch. "I'm here to change my class to Beastcaller. No one else here can do that." That earned him a snort. "Beastcaller, huh? You think anyone can just walk in and pick that class? You want the job? Fine. Prove you've got teeth." He leaned back, rubbing his neck. "Outside the city, there's a pack of Direwolves. Bring me a hundred pairs of their eyes, and then we'll talk." A familiar chime echoed in Aiden's ears.'Quest received: The Eyes of the Direwolf.' 'Objective: Hunt one hundred Elite beasts known as Direwolves. Retrieve their eyes and deliver them to Master Geuder.' Aiden exhaled softly. Figures. It was exactly how he remembered it from his past life—the Beastcaller trigger quest. It was brutal, tedious, and practically impossible to clear in just a few days. He declined without hesitation. Darius scoffed. "Useless. Can't even handle that much? Stop wasting my time." Aiden chuckled. "You've got the wrong idea, Master Geuder. It's not that I can't handle it. I just think hunting a few wolves isn't much proof of anything." He unclipped the Medal of Dominion from his chest and held it out. "I'm guessing this speaks for itself." The old man opened his mouth to snap back—then froze. The emblem's faint violet glow washed across his face. His eyes widened, the irritation draining from them like water down a crack."Wait... is that a Medal of Dominion?" Aiden nodded, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's right." Darius blinked hard, sitting up for the first time. His tone shifted completely. "Then you've already proven yourself. Anyone holding that emblem more than qualifies for the Beastcaller path." He studied Aiden, his sharp old eyes now filled with curiosity. Getting that medal at Level 10 was unheard of. The thought alone made his head spin. "Mind if I ask," Darius muttered, "how many were on your team?" "One," Aiden replied evenly. The old man froze again. "One?" He let out a wheezing laugh that turned into a cough. He stared for a long moment, feeling completely thrown off. His instincts told him that the young man before him—whose face was partly hidden—was definitely lying. Then logic caught up. Someone who could accomplish such a feat wouldn't need to lie, especially about something easily checked. Ultimately, the names of those who completed the advancement trials were officially recorded. While regular players couldn't view the list, someone like Darius, with his rank, could easily check it by flipping a page. "You mean you soloed the Inferno Tier Advancement Trial with just a divine beast at your side?" he asked, disbelief sharpening his voice. Aiden met his gaze with a calm smile. "Small correction. It wasn't the Inferno. It was the Abyss." "Abyss?" Darius just stared, his mouth slightly open. His instincts told him that anyone who could brandish a Medal of Dominion wasn't the kind to spin wild stories. Still, this claim sounded insane even by his standards. Abyss? Solo? That's pushing it, kid. Without another word, he called to an old friend at the Trial Temple. If there was even a grain of truth to this, he wanted to hear it straight from the source. Aiden stood quietly, hands behind his back, observing as the old man's face changed from disbelief to awe, and finally to shock. A minute later, the old man suddenly burst into booming laughter. "Hah! I knew it! The moment you walked in, I could tell you were built different—born for greatness!" Aiden's lips twitched. The moment I walked in, huh? Wasn't this the same guy who told me to buzz off five minutes ago? NPCs and their split personalities… guess that's one thing that never changes. Still, Aiden didn't mind the switch. In his past life, no one in this hall would've given him the time of day. This time, things were different. "So," he asked, "does that mean I can start the Class Advancement now?" "Of course! Still…" Darius grinned from ear to ear, a far cry from the cranky old man he'd been just minutes ago. "There is one small favor I'd like to ask first." Aiden tilted his head. "Go on, Master Geuder. If it's something reasonable, I'll hear it." Darius' face softened with nostalgia. "Ever since I was a boy, I've had a dream. Back in Junior Tamer School, my mother told me, 'One day, your destined beast will soar down from the skies riding on rainbow clouds...'"