Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

three days later.

Adventurers' Guild.

The guild's roof was repaired in less than half a day and looked brand new.

Rhodes, with Paril by his side, waited in a line next to a sign that read "Adventurer Test Rest Area".

Two days ago, he took the opportunity to visit Mr. Orion. Orion seemed to know some inside information and was still very polite to Rhodes.

He also claimed that his contributions to the petrification disease incident were enough to exempt him from testing and allow him to be directly promoted to novice mage.

Rhodes estimated that his strength was probably more than that of an apprentice, so he chose to retain his contribution points and brought Paril here to undergo the adventurer test.

Although Avira's strength already surpassed that of many elite warriors, she disdained registering as an adventurer and refused to come...

Rhodes surveyed the hall where several lines had already formed.

Everything in the town is now operational, and the magic-based staff sent by the guild to develop the petrification treatment potion have all returned, allowing for testing.

However, because the adventurer test was postponed for quite some time, the number of people registering surged as soon as it opened.

The lobby was somewhat noisy with various sounds.

Paril tugged at Rhodes's sleeve and shook it, grumbling, "Rhodes, how much longer? I don't want to wait in line anymore."

Rhodes offered only perfunctory words of comfort: "It'll be over soon, I'll buy you candy after the test."

"Okay, then."

The teams on the right side of the hall are all physical damage dealers, mostly barbarians and warriors.

Several wandering knights and vagrants stood at the back of the group, chatting amongst themselves.

Rangers are a highly independent profession. They excel at stealth and hunting, and usually advance to become sub-classes such as hunters or monster slayers.

The vast majority of wanderers choose to become assassins as a sub-job, while some choose to become thieves.

The number of people on the left side of the hall where Rhodes was located was significantly less, forming only a long queue, which was entirely composed of magic-based classes.

They were all mages and priests.

Those magic-based professions that don't play a role in combat, such as alchemists, don't choose to become adventurers. Instead, they join guilds or other research organizations as apprentices.

In Rhodes' words, there is always a huge talent gap for positions that match one's expertise, so there is no need for adventurers to apply.

At this moment, the murmurs in the middle of the group caught Rhodes's attention.

A bald, middle-aged man in a mage's robe, wearing a trainee adventurer's badge on his chest, wasn't in line. Instead, he was facing a few young adventurers in the queue, talking incessantly:

"Judging from your appearances, this must be your first time participating in the adventurer test, right?"

"I only took this test three times before passing, so I know the exam process very well."

"How about this, fifty copper coins each, I'll tell you the exam process and sell you some exam supplies."

Several young adventurers suddenly hesitated.

The bald man chuckled, arms crossed, "These kinds of tests are usually held only once every two or three months, or even half a year. If you miss it, you don't know how long you'll have to wait. With my tool, I guarantee your pass rate will increase by 50%."

A young mage looked up: "Are props allowed in our test?"

The bald man shook the apprentice badge on his chest and said smugly, "The tests for magic-based professions are much more complicated than those for physical professions. In addition to the basic tests of total mana and spell mastery, the most important thing is the practical combat test."

"To ensure the accuracy of the test results, items and potions will be disabled for the first few tests."

"But real-world testing is different."

The bald man lowered his voice: "The practical test involves the examiners selecting several test subjects to conduct simulated combat."

"We're considering your overall abilities, so there are no restrictions on equipment or items. After all, these things won't be disabled on a real battlefield."

A young pastor frowned and said, "That sounds so unfair."

"What if someone has extremely poor talent, but comes with several legendary items, wouldn't they still be able to easily pass the practical test?"

"Tch." The bald man let out a sneer.

"Nonsense, those are top-tier equipment that haven't even been circulated on the market. If you really bring several pieces to participate in the test, the guild will have to let you join the Adventurers' Guild, even if it's to curry favor with the power behind you."

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. Do you want it or not?"

The bald man was getting impatient.

After hesitating for a while and exchanging a few whispered words, three of the young people finally nodded in agreement to the deal.

The bald man secretly took out three small items wrapped in black cloth, distributed them to the three men, and explained how to use them in a low voice.

Good guy.

That's a real business mind.

I don't know what kind of props they're selling.

As Rhodes was thinking, Paril suddenly tugged at him a few more times.

Paril stood on tiptoe, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, her breath warm on her lips:

"Rhodes, should we buy it?"

Buy a hammer.

It's hard to tell if it's genuine or fake.

Rhodes thought to himself.

Besides, with our abilities, are we afraid of not passing the test?

The final result is simply which level of adventurer you become.

He suddenly wanted to tease Paril, and said with a serious expression:

"You've already bankrupted us, how could we afford such props?"

After listening, the young pastor's bright blue eyes suddenly widened, tears slowly welling up in them, and his voice trembled with sobs:

"I'm sorry, Rhodes, I was wrong. I'll never be greedy again..."

"Wait...I'll take on some tasks to earn money for you after the test is over."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her fair cheeks.

Holy crap, I'm so damn stupid.

Rhodes felt guilty.

He ruffled Paril's silver hair and quickly comforted her.

It took a lot of effort to stop the young pastor from crying.

At that moment, Orion appeared.

He clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Greetings to all adventurers participating in the test. I am Orion, the head of the Adventurers' Guild Hall."

"Now I will announce the test rules."

"Please separate the physics and magic classes in the queue."

"Next, everyone will receive two forms: an application form and a test form."

"Please complete the registration form before entering the testing area."

As they spoke, the staff in the lobby began distributing forms.

Rhodes received the form and examined it carefully.

The test form is like a hospital check-up form, with more than a dozen items of varying sizes that need to be evaluated.

The application form only requires you to fill in some basic information.

Rhodes picked up a pen and quickly filled it out.

Most of them contain basic information, such as name and occupation.

As I filled out the form, my gaze fell on the section for mastering spells.

A sense of unease began to rise in my mind.

Currently, the only spells I know are Fire Arrow, Distracting Step, Appraisal, and Sword Song (I'm not sure if that counts).

Will writing it like this directly lower the rating?

But there's no point in lying about this. Magic is like advanced mathematics; if you don't know it, you simply don't know it.

Rhodes pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen and began to write.