Chapter 112: Overnight Metamorphosis

The moment Sage swung open the massive doors, sunlight flooded into the Guild Hall like a golden tide, spilling across the polished marble and climbing the stone pillars in warm streaks of brilliance.

Along with the light, the morning air rushed in, carrying a murmur of voices, dozens, no, hundreds layered together into a single buzzing presence that instantly told him something was amiss.

Before he could fully grasp that instinctive unease, a familiar, sharp voice rang out from the front of the crowd.

“Petty uncle Sage…what have you done to the Guild?!”

Sage froze for a heartbeat, his mind going blank. Of all the scenarios he had anticipated, system notifications, startled adventurers, perhaps a few commissioners gawking at changes, this was not one of them.

He stared ahead, eyes unfocused as Mina’s voice echoed faintly against the stone and metal surrounding him.

Then reality snapped back into place. His gaze sharpened as it moved outward, and what he saw left him utterly speechless.

The space before the Guild was no longer just crowded, it was dense. A sea of people stretched out before him, packed shoulder to shoulder in such numbers that the street beyond was barely visible.

Adventurers clad in leather and steel mingled with finely dressed commissioners and merchants. Onlookers filled every gap, craning their necks and standing on tiptoe; some whispered while others stared wide-eyed as if afraid to blink.

At the very front of that mass stood familiar faces.

Mina, small but sharp-eyed, gazed at the Guild with her mouth slightly agape. Beside her stood Valeria: tall and unmoving with arms crossed, her crimson eyes locked onto Sage’s creation with an intensity bordering on disbelief. A few mercenaries flanked her; their disciplined postures couldn’t fully conceal their shock.

Gregor stood nearby with Brutus and several other early adventurers. They were silent now; their usual expressions replaced by awe.

And off to one side stood Boren, the portly man Sage had hired just yesterday. His mouth hung open as his tiny eyes widened in disbelief; he looked utterly frozen, as if his soul had briefly abandoned his body. Among everyone present, he appeared most devastated, as though he had stumbled into an entirely different reality.

Sage took a step forward but then halted. The silence pressing in felt heavy, too heavy.

“…Why,” he murmured under his breath, barely audible, “are they all looking at me like that?”

He stepped fully outside, and then he saw it. His foot slipped slightly as his weight shifted forward; he nearly fell flat on his back.

His eyes widened painfully fast. His jaw dropped; breath caught in his throat as Sage Alistair, Guildmaster of the First Adventurer Guild, stood there staring like an absolute fool.

The Guild was gone, or rather… it wasn’t gone at all. What loomed before him now was something completely different.

“System,” he said hoarsely, snapping back to reality as his heart pounded in his ears. “What the hell did you do to the Guild?”

The response came instantly, maddeningly calm.

[Host, this is part of the upgrade.]

Sage fell into a daze. Where the Guild building had once been a modest structure, a reinforced stone hall awkwardly wedged between other city buildings, now loomed a grand complex that completely dominated the space.

The building had expanded outward and upward, its façade transformed into something both imposing and elegant. Smooth stone walls gleamed softly under the sun, reinforced with dark metallic framing that traced clean, authoritative lines along the structure.

Two massive banners hung proudly on either side of the entrance, fluttering gently in the breeze. Each banner displayed the Adventurer Guild crest.

Above the entrance, perfectly centered atop the towering double doors, was the crest itself, no longer a simple emblem but a massive metallic sigil polished to a mirror-like sheen, catching sunlight so brilliantly it seemed to glow.

Sage’s throat went dry. But that wasn’t what shocked him most; it was how completely transformed the space around the Guild had become.

The buildings that once flanked it were gone. In their place was a wide, open clearing paved with smooth stone and stretching outward in a broad arc.

The Guild now stood at the center of this expansive area, not just a cramped shopfront but now truly at the heart of an entire compound.

A tall, solid wall surrounded the perimeter, reinforced and imposing, with a grand entrance gate marking the official boundary of Guild grounds.

From that main gate, a wide paved road led directly to the Guild doors, cleanly laid and symmetrical. Two additional roads branched off midway: one curving left and another right.

Sage’s gaze followed the left path first.

A stable, a massive one. Rows of reinforced stalls lined its interior, large enough to accommodate everything from warhorses to exotic mounts. Feeding troughs, storage racks, and resting platforms were already in place, built with an unsettling level of foresight suggesting future expansion, far more mounts than they currently possessed.

Then his eyes snapped to the right, a training ground that was wide open and purpose-built. An arena stood at its center with a circular stone platform etched with reinforced markings. Weapon racks lined its edges holding practice swords, spears, and shields while training dummies stood at regular intervals, some reinforced for durability while others focused on speed or precision drills.

Everything an Adventurer Guild should have, and still… there was more. Vacant land remained beyond these facilities clearly reserved for future construction.

Sage felt dizzy. “This…” he whispered. “This is… too much.”

He forced himself to breathe again before calling out more urgently this time: “System. Explain. Now.”

The system complied with an uncharacteristically formal tone.

[Guild Rank D Upgrade Complete.]

[Unlocked Facilities:]

[Expanded Guild Grounds and Structural Reinforcement.]

[Stable Facility (Mount Storage and Management) ]

[ Training Grounds (Combat Practice and Skill Development) ]

[ Bar and Brewing Facility (Internal Revenue Stream) ]

[ Expanded Guild Hall Capacity.]

[ Enhanced Mission Board and Record Systems.]

Sage barely registered the list. His attention snagged on one detail.

“…What about the old buildings?” he demanded, turning sharply. “The shops that were here. The people who owned them.”

The system responded without hesitation.

[Compensation has already been distributed to all previous property owners based on market valuation and relocation inconvenience.]

Sage exhaled slowly, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders. “…Good,” he muttered. “If I had to deal with angry merchants on top of this, I might’ve actually died.”

Still, a new problem loomed ahead: how was he supposed to explain this? Just yesterday, the Guild had been a modest structure; today, it resembled a fortified institution that had stood for decades.

Before he could dwell on it further, an answer presented itself in the form of Gregor’s voice cutting through the crowd.

“Guildmaster,” he called out, loud and clear, “what have you done to the Guild?”

Sage turned back toward the gathering, smoothing his expression into one of calm confidence.

“I expanded it,” he replied simply. “With more Adventurers joining every day, our old structure was no longer sufficient. I added facilities to support training, logistics, and future operations.”

His explanation was straightforward enough that many Adventurers nodded in agreement. But Valeria did not share their ease; her sharp crimson gaze intensified as she stepped forward slightly, causing those nearby to instinctively give her space.

“Yesterday,” she said coldly, “this place was still small. One night later, it becomes this. Explain.”

Sage met her stare unwaveringly, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You already know the answer,” he replied calmly. “I’m not just a simple Guildmaster.”

He chose not to elaborate further as silence enveloped them, a thick atmosphere filled with speculation.

Valeria’s frown deepened but she refrained from pressing him any further.

Turning toward the doors with a casual gesture, Sage encouraged them all: “Go on inside.” He paused before adding lightly, “There’ve been some changes inside as well.”

That was all it took; the crowd surged forward eagerly. In moments, the area outside emptied as Adventurers and commissioners flooded into the Guild Hall amidst rising voices and echoing footsteps.

Gasps erupted from inside the Guild Hall, sharp intakes of breath followed by exclamations of disbelief.

Sage smiled as he listened to the chaos unfolding behind him before stepping inside after them; he already knew what awaited him.

This was only the beginning.

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