Building The First Adventurer Guild In Another World

The moment Valeria’s calm voice drifted upward and told them to continue, nobody moved.

For a few long seconds, the Sage and the others simply stared at her from where they were scattered across the higher layers of the treasury, their bodies hanging from vines, standing on floating fragments, or hovering in the air with the last bit of strength they had managed to squeeze out of themselves.

Everything Valeria fight they are always left in awe and shock, it doesn’t matter how many times they have seen her fight. It’s too mind blowing to them especially to Gregor, Brutus and the other adventurers.

The battle below had ended, the final sentinel had fallen, the ancient gates had gone silent, and the golden runes that had been burning across the treasury walls were slowly dimming one after another like dying stars.

Yet instead of cheering, instead of immediately returning to their harvest with renewed energy, the whole group seemed to collectively reach the same conclusion at once.

Their bodies had had enough. Gregor was the first to lose his grip on the vine holding him in the air, not because the vine snapped or because Lyana released him, but because his arms simply refused to listen anymore.

He dropped down onto one of the treasure piles with a heavy thud, sending gold coins, skill stones, small crystals, and a few ancient medals scattering in all directions while he lay there on his back, his chest rising and falling like a bellows as he stared blankly at the distant ceiling with the expression of a man who had fought monsters, escaped death, collected treasures, and finally realized that greed required a shocking amount of physical labor.

Brutus followed not long after, landing beside him with far less grace and far more noise, his massive body collapsing onto a mound of armor plates and golden shields with a groan so deep that it sounded like an old bear giving up on life.

The treasures beneath him shifted loudly under his weight, and for a moment Sage genuinely worried that some priceless ancient artifact might crack beneath that mountain of muscle, but Brutus only rolled onto his side, hugged his axe close to his chest, and let out a tired sigh filled with both satisfaction and misery.

Caelis lowered himself more carefully, though even his usual calm looked strained now.

Vanthrice landed on the marble floor with the help of the veins, sweat covered her face, her breathing was rough, and her arms trembled slightly from how many times she had been bursting those bubbles.

Lyana was worse off than all of them except perhaps the ordinary adventurers; her face had turned pale, green hair sticking to her cheeks and neck from sweat, while the vines she had maintained for so long slowly withered and withdrew into the cracked marble floor.

She sat down without a word, pressing one hand against her chest as she closed her eyes and breathed slowly, her entire body shaking faintly from mana exhaustion.

The rest of the adventurers were in no better shape. Some collapsed flat on their backs, others sat with their heads lowered between their knees, while a few simply leaned against broken pillars and breathed as if they had just survived a forced march across half the kingdom.

Their armor was scratched, their clothes were torn in places, their hands were bruised from striking bubbles and carrying treasure, and their faces were flushed from exhaustion.

For a while, none of them even spoke. The treasury, which only moments ago had been filled with roaring golems, shattering barriers, falling treasures, collapsing pillars, and Sage shouting orders from above, settled into a strange quiet broken only by heavy breathing, the occasional clink of rolling coins, and the distant crackle of dying runes across broken golem bodies.

Sage remained standing near the edge of the largest treasure pile, his robe fluttering faintly from the lingering wind currents around him, and though he looked far better than the others, even his breathing had become noticeably rough.

His Divine Mana Veins had carried him through an absurd amount of spellcasting, but even near-endless mana did not mean his mind and body could ignore the strain of controlling hundreds of delicate currents, catching falling treasures, coordinating the Guild, avoiding traps, and keeping everyone alive inside a treasury that seemed determined to kill anyone foolish enough to touch its riches.

The hall itself looked nothing like the sacred, untouched treasury they had first entered.

The seamless white marble floor was now covered in cracks, craters, scars, and deep trenches left behind by Valeria’s battle with the guardians.

Several of the once-proud golden pillars had collapsed completely, their enormous broken sections lying across the floor like fallen towers, while others stood crooked and damaged, their runes flickering weakly as if embarrassed by the state of the place. Golden scrap metal lay everywhere.

Arms, legs, shields, halberd heads, shattered crossbows, broken spear shafts, cracked cores, torn rune plates, crushed skulls, severed mechanical torsos, and fragments of elite sentinel armor formed glittering piles of wreckage across the lower hall.

Some of the golem bodies still released weak sparks of mana from their broken joints, while others had gone completely dark, nothing more than expensive debris scattered beneath Valeria’s feet.

Above them, countless destroyed bubbles left faint translucent fragments drifting through the air like broken glass petals, slowly fading away as the treasury repaired nothing and forgave nothing.

Beneath those remnants, the Guild’s loot had formed several mountains of treasure so absurd that even the greediest noble houses in Evergreen Region would probably faint if they saw them.

There were hills of gold coins, neat stacks of ancient tomes, rows of sealed scrolls, piles of glowing ores, crates of mana crystals, armor sets arranged by Caelis with almost painful discipline, weapons gathered together according to type, and Skill Stones separated into clusters that made Gregor’s eyes shine every time he glanced at them.

And inside the largest mountain of gold, Mina was swimming.

She had thrown herself into the pile with the full confidence of someone who believed treasure existed for the sole purpose of being played in.

Her tiny body disappeared beneath the gold coins for a few seconds before she burst back up with a delighted laugh, her golden eyes sparkling brighter than the wealth around her as she scooped handfuls of coins and stuffed them into her sleeves, her pockets, the folds of her skirt, and even somewhere behind her collar that Sage did not want to think too hard about.

Every time she moved, coins slipped out from somewhere else, forcing her to scramble after them with the seriousness of a veteran warrior retrieving fallen weapons from a battlefield.

Her small cheeks were flushed with excitement, and the earlier exhaustion she should have been feeling had somehow been defeated by greed, childish wonder, and the sheer joy of being surrounded by more shiny things than she could count.

Gregor, still lying flat on his back on another pile of treasure, turned his head weakly to look at her before letting out a tired groan.

"Mina, if you stuff any more coins into your clothes, you’re going to become heavier than Boren."

Mina froze in the middle of pushing another handful into her sleeve, then turned toward him with great offense written all over her little face. "Green bush, don’t compare me to fatty. I am collecting treasure with elegance."

Brutus opened one eye from where he was sprawled over a pile of shields and snorted.

"You look like a squirrel preparing for winter."

Mina immediately pointed at him. "Big hammer uncle, you are just jealous because your pockets are too small."

Boren did not respond to any of this because Boren was asleep.

Somehow, in the middle of the aftermath, the fat man had found the softest mound of treasure available, which happened to be a pile of ancient silk, gold-threaded ceremonial robes, several cushions from unknown giant-era furniture, and a layer of coins underneath that probably made the least comfortable mattress in history.

He had collapsed onto it face-first and fallen asleep almost instantly, his mouth slightly open, one hand still clutching a half-eaten mana fruit, his round belly rising and falling peacefully as if he had not almost died several dozen times since entering the Vault.

A tiny stream of drool had already begun sliding down the side of his face onto a priceless embroidered robe that might have once belonged to a royal giant.

Sage looked at him for a few seconds, then looked at the robe, then looked back at Boren with a complicated expression. "That robe might be worth more than your entire family estate."

Gregor lifted his head slightly. "Wake him up then."

Sage shook his head. "No. Let him sleep. If he wakes up, he’ll eat something else."

Caelis, despite his exhaustion, gave a faint laugh while leaning against a broken chunk of marble. "That is probably the wisest decision you have made today."

Lyana smiled tiredly but said nothing, her eyes drifting toward the treasure piles with a mixture of disbelief and quiet pride.

She had never imagined herself standing in a place like this, much less helping gather enough wealth to change the entire fate of the Guild.

Her vines had carried warriors, caught falling companions, pulled down bubbles, saved Mina from falling, and helped transport treasure through areas filled with traps.

She had hidden her strength for so long that even Gregor had not known the truth, yet here, in this impossible treasury, her power had become one of the reasons they survived and succeeded.

Gregor seemed to sense her thoughts because he slowly pushed himself up with visible effort and looked at her.

For a moment, his usual teasing expression disappeared, replaced by something softer and more awkward.

"You did well," he said.

Lyana blinked.

Gregor scratched his cheek, clearly uncomfortable with being sincere. "I mean it. If not for your vines, half of us would have become stains on the floor."

Lyana lowered her gaze slightly, but a small smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, brother."

Mina suddenly popped out of the gold pile again, coins falling from her hair as she shouted, "Big sis Lyana was amazing. She saved me, so I will allow her to take three shiny coins from my treasure."

Sage stared at her. "Your treasure?"

Mina hugged the gold pile protectively.

"Yes."

"The Guild collected that."

"I am part of the Guild."

"That does not mean all of it belongs to you."

She narrowed her golden eyes at him. "Petty uncle Sage, don’t be stingy. You already have many bubbles up there."

Those words made Sage’s gaze shift upward almost by instinct. The smile that had been on his face slowly faded, then returned in a more dangerous form.

High above them, far beyond the emptied lower layer, hundreds of untouched bubbles still floated beneath the distant ceiling.

They drifted silently in clusters of gold, crystal, silver, violet, blue, and deep red, each one containing more treasures, more weapons, more tomes, more materials, more Skill Stones, and perhaps things even more valuable than what they had already collected.

Despite the mountains of wealth now surrounding them, despite the exhaustion weighing down every member of the Guild, despite the destroyed hall, the broken pillars, the dead golems, and the fact that they had already gained more than most powers could dream of obtaining in a lifetime, Sage felt his heart tighten with a familiar and shameless ache.

Greed. Pure, honest, painful greed. His eyes practically glowed as he stared at those bubbles, calculating how much more they could take, how many treasures still remained, how many future problems could be solved if they pushed just a little longer.

Gregor saw his expression and immediately felt a chill.

"No."

Sage slowly turned his head.."I haven’t said anything."

Brutus sat up slightly, his eyes narrowing. "You’re thinking it."

Caelis sighed. "He is definitely thinking it."

Lyana looked upward, then at Sage, and her tired face turned helpless. "Guildmaster... everyone is exhausted."

Sage remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes still shining as he looked at the untouched bubbles above them.

Valeria, who stood not far away amid mountains of golden scrap metal, looked perfectly fine, as if she had not just turned wave after wave of 4-5Star Knight-level golems into broken parts.

Her crimson sword rested calmly against her shoulder, her breathing was steady, and her expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever.

Seeing her like that only made Sage’s greed worse because somewhere in his mind a tiny voice whispered that as long as Valeria could still fight, perhaps they could still take a little more.

He knew it was stupid. He knew it was dangerous. He knew every person around him was one bad trap away from collapsing completely.

But he also knew that opportunities like this did not appear twice.

So Sage slowly looked at the group, smiled as innocently as a greedy man could smile, and asked,

"Should we continue?"

The entire hall went quiet.

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