Finding himself at the entrance of a quaint inn, Caleb paused, his hand reaching for coins that weren't there. A wry smile played on his lips as he realized his predicament: he had yet to pay the registration fee at the Adventurer's Guild, let alone secure funds for lodging. The reality of his financial situation hit him—despite his immense power, he was momentarily stumped by something as mundane as currency.
As he turned away from the inn, Caleb's thoughts wandered to the quickest ways to earn money. Robbing someone would be simple for him, but it didn't sit right with him morally. Even in this new body and world, some principles held firm. Moreover, causing a stir might draw unwanted attention, and with unknown powers like the Grand Arc Mage around, it was wise to avoid unnecessary conflicts. After all, strength wasn't the only factor in a battle; unpredictable abilities could turn the tides in ways brute force could not.
