In Another World With My Building Skills, And Made My Own Kingdom

Ranking To S

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the city of Eldoria as Kenta, under his assumed identity of Ken, made his way to the Adventurer's Guild. His journey from Rank F to Rank A had been swift and remarkable, but now, his eyes were set on the highest honor the guild could bestow: Rank S.

As he entered the bustling guild hall, Kenta noticed the usual flurry of activity—adventurers of all ranks exchanging stories, posting new quests, and preparing for their next missions. The guild was the heartbeat of Eldoria's adventuring community, and Kenta was now one of its most respected members, even though few knew his true identity.

Kenta approached the guild's quest board, scanning the available tasks. He knew that to achieve Rank S, he would need to undertake a series of exceptionally challenging missions. These quests were often reserved for the most elite adventurers, those who had proven their worth and demonstrated unparalleled skill and bravery.

His eyes settled on a particular quest marked with a crimson seal, signifying its extreme difficulty. The quest was to slay a legendary beast known as the Shadow Drake, a creature that had terrorized the northern territories for decades. Many adventurers had attempted to defeat the Shadow Drake, but none had returned.

"Looks like this is it," Kenta murmured to himself, feeling a mix of excitement and determination. He knew that this quest would test every ounce of his strength and skill, but he was ready.

Kenta pulled the quest notice from the board and approached the guild master, a seasoned adventurer named Thorne, who had once held the Rank S title himself.

"Ah, Ken," Thorne greeted him with a nod. "I see you've chosen a formidable challenge. The Shadow Drake is no ordinary beast."

"I understand the risks, Guild Master," Kenta replied, his voice steady. "But I'm prepared to face it."

Thorne studied Kenta for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of respect and curiosity. "You've proven yourself time and again, Ken. If anyone can succeed, it's you. Just be cautious—the Shadow Drake is cunning and deadly."

Kenta nodded, appreciating the guild master's concern. With the quest notice in hand, he set out to prepare for the journey ahead.

The northern territories were known for their harsh climates and treacherous landscapes. Kenta stocked up on essential supplies—food, water, potions, and specialized gear designed to withstand the cold. He also sharpened his sword and reinforced his armor, knowing that he would need every advantage against the formidable Shadow Drake.

As he left the city, a group of fellow adventurers gathered to see him off. They cheered him on, their voices filled with admiration and encouragement.

"Good luck, Ken! Bring back the Shadow Drake's head!"

"Show that beast what true strength looks like!"

Kenta smiled and waved, feeling a sense of camaraderie and support. Though he traveled alone, he knew he carried the hopes and well-wishes of his fellow adventurers with him.

The journey to the Shadow Drake's lair was long and arduous. Kenta traversed icy mountains, dense forests, and perilous ravines. Along the way, he encountered various creatures—some hostile, others simply curious about the lone adventurer making his way through their territory.

After several days of travel, Kenta finally reached the entrance to the Shadow Drake's lair, a massive cave carved into the side of a mountain. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the ground was littered with the remnants of past battles—broken weapons, shattered armor, and bones.

Kenta took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead. He stepped into the cave, his senses on high alert. The darkness enveloped him, and he moved cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.