Transmigrated as a Ghost



"Are you ready?"

"Almost. I am trying to decide on one last piece of equipment to bring ." Marcus responded.

Over his time learning how to craft magical items, he had made all manner of items to bolster his abilities.

Among them were his tried-and-true set of amethros scale mail and the boots the color of the deep ocean he had obtained long ago in Loursend.

For the upcoming gathering of the most talented adventurers the guild had, Marcus was making sure to wear items that would not have him looked down on.

Still, there were things he wished to keep hidden, and towing the line between too much and too little was difficult.

'I think it will need to be this one after all.' Marcus thought, reaching towards a certain item he had recently crafted

On a table in front of him was a number of staffs he had recently made for himself to bolster his magic. As he was going to be passing himself off as dedicated spellcaster, he needed look the part

Among the staffs was one that was a cut above the rest. This staff was primarily made form the phoenix talon that Mrazivý had won in Aezam, with several glistening golden feathers that Zaila had gifted to Marcus as part of her thanks for rescuing her.

Overall, it was a powerful weapon that looked a bit more like a spear than a staff thanks to the tip of the talon having been fashioned into the head.

With this weapon Marcus could unleash far more potent fire and healing magic spells than normal.

It was not as powerful as his scythe that was his true weapon, but it was a great addition to his arsenal that allowed him to be more flexible on the battlefield.

"So, you are going to use that one. I think I told you to just bring your best from the start." Mrazivý said, her hand resting down on the hilt of her amethros saber.

She was currently outfitted with nearly all of her best gear, with her saber proudly being displayed out in the open on her hip.

Normally she kept her weapon in her item box since it was more convenient and often easier to pull out and strike with from within the dimensional space. But for this occasion, it was important to show off. Making a good first impression with the other top adventurers going on this expedition was crucial.

It was not long after Marcus finished choosing the last of his equipment to put on full display that a staff members of the guild came to lead them to the conference room where the other expedition members were waiting.

When they arrived at the room, they found that they were the first adventurers to arrive and the only others waiting in the room were guild staff that were managing the logistics of the meeting.

"These are your seats. If you need anything, you need only signal one of the staff." The man who had led them here said before departing.

Looking around Marcus could see that the room was set up with four tables with five seats a piece. One table for each quadrant and one seat for each member of their team.

Not long after Marcus and Mrazivý were seated, Miguel, followed by Kollo, and then Thegia entered and sat at the same table.

"I suppose that it is only natural that we are the first to enter. Our quadrants' standing has been at the bottom for as long as I can remember." Thegia said, having experienced several joint missions in the past as a representative of the Northern Quadrant.

Apparently the first to be brought to a meeting were those with the lowest status among participants. Hence why Marcus and Mrazivý who were newly advanced mithril rank adventurers were brought in first.

Up next was the team from the Western Quadrant. 

Immediately upon seeing them it was clear that they were a coordinated party of five that were not just a ragtag team like those from the Northen Quadrant. 

This was an esteemed group that had fought together for several years and reached near the pinnacle of their levels. All of them were wearing matching armor and their equipment had emblems on them to denote a level of noble heritage.

Only glancing at them Marcus could tell that each of the members was at least as strong a legendary grade beast of comparable level, and the man who was leading the party was a cut above and on the cusp of the realm of a mythic grade beast.

And as Marcus was examining them, each of the five members from the Western Quadrant were looking at the new faces from the north.

While they had met Kollo and Thegia in the past, Marcus, Mrazivý, and Miguel were all new faces. 

It was not long before Marcus felt a familiar unpleasant sensation crawling over his body.

He knew this feeling well and was honestly surprised at how brazen the leader of this party was to appraise him without consent or any sign of hostility.

At worst this was considered rude, and some people would take it as a sign of aggression and start a fight over being so brazenly appraised.

However, the man in charge of the party from the Western Quadrant showed no sign of decorum and appraised Mrazivý and Miguel as well. Though unlike Marcus, he found his skill blocked and no information coming back to him.

Still, he had seen the status that Marcus was currently putting on display and sneered at him. 

'I can already tell that we are not going to be getting along with them.' Marcus thought.

There was no doubt in his mind that this party liked to look down on others and as he had learned from the beginning those from the Northern Quadrant of the guild were historically the weakest. Leaving them as the only target for those only one rung up.