Finishing up my breakfast, I left the Hostess of Fertility behind—especially after that white-haired kid started flirting with one of the waitresses. Shit, kind of pissed me off.
The city truly came alive during the day, its elegance and brilliance only fully captured under the sun's radiance. I wasn't here to rank beauty, though—I had things to get done today.
Speaking of ranks… System, care to explain? You never went into detail.
[It's just the standard Jujutsu Sorcerer ranks. I'll automatically ping you whenever you're ready to rank up.]
I won't know until then?
[Use your brain a little.]
Tch! Can't fault me for asking.
There was really no need for the attitude, but it is what it is. If memory still served me right the ranking scale should be as follows.
Grade 4
-Extremely weak, beginner level.
- Can only handle low-grade Curses.
Grade 3
- Slightly stronger, but still entry level.
- Able to take on weak Curses with supervision.
Semi-Grade 2
- Transitional grade.
- Can handle Grade 3 Curses alone but not quite at full Grade 2 level.
Grade 2
- Recognized professional sorcerer.
- Capable of exorcising average Curses solo.
Semi-Grade 1
- Stronger than Grade 2.
- Trusted to support Grade 1 missions but not lead them.
Grade 1
- Elite sorcerer class.
- Strong enough to lead missions involving high-level Curses.
Special Grade: Exceptionally powerful sorcerers with Each basically being a walking natural disaster.
Then, there was supposedly a level beyond Special Grade, but it wasn't really expanded on. That, or I just wasn't paying attention. Near the end, after the Sukuna and Gojo fight, I kind of checked out and just wanted to see what Sukuna would do next. Still, whatever that level is—if it even exists—I'll just give it my own name.
'Mythic Grade?' That doesn't sound like a bad name, but I'll save it. I think naming that supposed higher stage can wait until I'm actually near it.
After walking for who knows how long, I arrived at the Adventurer's Guild. I entered with confident strides. My arrival didn't cause any big scene, which felt amazing. That meant I could come, do what I needed, and leave! I did still receive stares—probably because of my good looks, but that's a given.
I approached the counter, the soft clack of my footsteps echoing faintly across the polished stone floor. Behind it stood a girl—probably around my age, maybe a little younger—with medium-length chestnut hair that curved gently inward, the ends brushing just below her ears. It looked freshly washed, a natural sheen catching the overhead light as she turned ever so slightly in my direction.
Her eyes were a soft pink—warm and oddly soothing, like spring petals after the rain. There was no tension in her gaze, no forced politeness or stiff professionalism. Just a calm, easygoing energy that radiated from her like a gentle breeze. She stood in the standard Guild uniform: navy jacket trimmed with silver, white undershirt, modest skirt—clean, crisp, and clearly well-kept. Her posture was straight enough to seem attentive but relaxed enough to tell me she wasn't the overly serious type.
"Well, good morning, Mr. Fresh Face!" She leaned on the counter which didn't help my neck at all. She was already super short compared to me, but I disregarded it. I didn't want to get kicked out of this place.
I chuckled a bit. "Tch~! Tch~! Tch~! This fresh face is the most handsome one you'll ever see."
"Bahahaha~! I like you already. So, I'm assumin' you're here to register?"
I nodded, and she leisurely got to work.
"Alright, handsome, listen up—'cause I don't like repeating myself unless you bribe me with snacks." She gave a playful wink, while pulling out a blank registration sheet. Her wink and horrible joke made me laugh a bit.
"You're in Orario, the dungeon city. Adventurers—like you—go down into the dungeon, fight monsters, bring back drop items, and get paid. Simple, right?"
Nodding my head, I took everything to memory.
"Now, to legally explore the dungeon, you gotta be registered through the Guild. That's me."
She gave a playful bow. Then, kept on going.
"I'll handle your paperwork, then assign you a Familia if you don't already have one. No Familia means no level-ups, no divine blessings, no fun stuff."
"Once that's sorted, you'll get access to floor reports, quests, and emergency requests. Your job? Survive. Kill monsters. Don't do anything that'll get me yelled at."
"You'll also bring any monster drop items back here. We buy 'em, grade 'em, and pay you accordingly. More risk, more pay—sometimes more limbs lost too, so don't get cocky."
She leans in slightly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"And if you're one of those strong, mysterious types? The Guild will probably stick someone like me on you just to keep track. Don't act too dangerous, or you might get a full-time babysitter."
"Any questions, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?"
I paused for a second thinking. That's when the important question hit me.
"What are the monster ranks and Adventurer ranks?"
"Monsters in the dungeon don't have 'ranks' like you do. Instead, we judge 'em by the floor they come from."
"Lower floors are Weaklings. Slimes, goblins, kobolds. Easy XP."
"Mid floors are where things get rowdy—killer ants, lizardmen, hellhounds."
"Deep floors... That's where nightmares live. Minotaurs, floor bosses, irregulars—stuff that eats rookies like you for breakfast. And then there's the Juggernaut. If you ever hear that word? Run. Or die dramatically. Either works."
She reached beneath the desk, the sound of shuffling papers giving way to a soft thud as her hand landed on something solid. With a fluid motion, she pulled out a worn leather-bound book, its cover faded, and edges slightly frayed from use. The faint scent of old parchment briefly drifted up as she flipped it open, her fingers gliding over the pages.
"Alright," she said, eyes flicking up to meet mine with a playful glint, "next topic."
"Now, adventurers? We're ranked by level. Everyone starts at Level 1. Sounds lame, I know."
She rolled her eyes with a playful sigh, flipping a page in the book with a practiced flick. The soft rustle of parchment followed, blending with the quiet tap of her nail against the wooden desk.
"Level 2 means you've survived long enough to earn a stat cap break—basically, your Falna grows up a bit."
"Level 3 and up? That's when you either get famous…" Her voice dipped with mock drama, then lifted as she tilted her head slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.
"…or die because you got too famous. Tehe~"
Her laugh was light, almost musical, but didn't quite hide the truth buried beneath the words.
She stared at me with her playful intentions even though she just described something that wasn't all that funny.
'I like this woman, haha~.' Her presence was genuinely enjoyable, and I felt like we'd definitely get along. I still didn't fully understand the whole level system, but I didn't need to. I operated on a different system, so any more specifics felt pointless.
We kept talking—her teaching, me learning—and about thirty minutes later, I wrapped up my registration. She gave me a casual wave as I left, which I returned before heading out of the Guild.
I walked toward the towering structure that gave this city its name, its status—it's very identity. Babel Tower loomed above everything, a spire of pale stone and divine craftsmanship that seemed to pierce the heavens themselves.
Up close, its marvel was even greater; the sheer scale of it made my neck ache just trying to follow its height. Sunlight caught on its polished surfaces, scattering light like a holy beacon across the city below. But just as I was taking it in, my mind stalled in a sudden pause.
'I forgot to get that woman's name! Fuck it, I'll see her again, I'm sure.'