"So this is Pantheon — the main building of the Adventurer's Guild." After walking for a while, I finally reached my destination.
After walking for hours, I arrived at the Guild's main building — Pantheon, located on the northwest main street. Just follow that road and you'll find it there.
This building gave off the same feeling as those Living Constructs. As I thought, they were truly connected to them. I didn't know how, but if my guess was right, the Guild was a branch or a member of one of those countless organizations governing the old and given world from the shadows, organizations of Chaos Sovereignty.
I spread my magic sense and began analyzing. This building was a Living Construct, model office building. It had beyond ??? entirely endless number of floors, each one surpassing ??? Entirely endlessly in size. Yet this was not its full scale, only the visible part — the tip of a boundless iceberg.
Something about that analysis felt wrong.
While I was talking to myself, analyzing the Pantheon, someone approached me. I sensed no threat, so I let them be.
"Hey, handsome. Are you new here?" a girl's voice called out.
I turned toward the voice and saw a beautiful girl with pink hair, fair skin, and a slim figure.
She wore a black uniform consisting of a black vest and pants, with a white collared long-sleeve shirt underneath, a gray bow tie, and black shoes.
She was human — a Guild employee. I had seen that uniform several times in the city, and I knew those who wore it worked for the Guild.
I looked at myself and asked, "How did you know I was new here? Did something give it away?"
The pink-haired beauty giggled. "You're saying it all — it screams that you just arrived. Most people who've lived here for a long time don't stare at the Pantheon that long, especially with that kind of amazement."
"Is that so? I'm John Alver."
"I'm Misha Flott."
Misha Flott — a beautiful human girl with a slim body, fair skin, shoulder-length pink hair, and pink eyes. She wore the standard uniform of the Guild.
Miss Flott led me toward the Guild's main building — Pantheon.
We chatted along the way, getting to know each other more. She was easy to talk to and friendly. Many people looked at us with wide eyes. Some even showed hostility — no, not toward us, but toward me. They must have been her suitors — and there were many. I counted at least a hundred among the crowd.
I didn't realize I'd stopped walking until Miss Flott noticed. She took my arm, pressing it into her chest, and dragged me toward the Guild — ignoring the gazes around us.
The Guild's door was a massive double door — four meters tall and three meters wide, six inches thick, made of unknown wood. At a glance, I could tell its toughness was far beyond ??? level.
In fact, everything about the Guild's main building, Pantheon, was far beyond ??? Entirely endlessly so.
I could feel the entire building was alive — normal for a Living Construct.
As soon as I entered, a vast space greeted me. There were counters for inquiries and guild services, exchange booths for Magic Stones, small meeting boxes for private transactions, and even a small library in the corner — all contained within a 100-by-100-meter area.
Curious, I extended my magic sense to the extreme and discovered that this space — or rather, the front lobby — was only a tiny fraction of the first floor. On each side, four hallways stretched deeper into the Pantheon.
Each floor alone had a size that my magic sense couldn't cover.
Even when I pushed my senses to the maximum, I never reached the end of the first floor. Seeing no hope of finding its edges, I tried probing upward and downward to check the other floors — but still, I couldn't find their end.
Even if John used all his means, the result would be the same. The end of each floor simply did not exist.
While observing with my magic sense, I found a floor map — or rather, a fragment of one. It displayed only an extremely small portion of the first floor. The measurements were beyond my understanding — incomprehensible — but one thing was certain: they were far beyond ??? in totality, endlessly so, perhaps even greater. And it continued expanding. Its expansion rate was endlessly greater than that of Wheat Manor.
According to the map, the scale and number of floors I had seen and measured from outside earlier were just a single floor. Apparently, each floor contained countless layers — the ones I had mistaken for floors. This place had no end, only a beginning. To even reach another floor was impossible without a miracle — a miracle granted only by the Pantheon.
And this wasn't even the true Pantheon — merely an entrance to an entrance… of an entrance.
It was insane to think this place was just the first gateway. Pantheon wasn't a mere building-type Living Construct — it was a compound, its entrance was made of countless boundless buildings connected as entrances. It also possessed a Tower Barrier five miles in diameter and a height equal to the other Tower Barrier. It surrounded the compound only leaving the first entrance uncovered.
Its sheer scale crushed all possibilities of reaching another floor. While I was deep in thought, Misha dragged me toward a counter managed by a beautiful brunette half-elf.
"Eina, I found us a handsome boyfriend! Tell Rose too so she can join," Misha teased.
The brunette beauty sighed at the familiar voice of her friend.
"Misha, stop joking around," the brunette said with a resigned sigh.
Eina Tulle — a beautiful half-elf with a slim figure, fair skin, pointed ears, shoulder-length brown hair, and emerald eyes. She wore glasses and the standard Guild uniform: a black vest over a white blouse with a black bow at the collar, black slacks, black dress socks, and a pair of thick-heeled black boots.
"I'm not joking though. I've got some reports to attend to, so take care of him, bye!" Without waiting for Eina's reply, she walked away toward another section of the Guild.
Eina sighed. "Sorry about her behavior."
"It's fine," I replied.
"Thank you for understanding. I'm Eina Tulle. Pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine. I'm John Alver."
"So, Mr. Alver, what can I help you with?" Eina asked, wearing a bright, genuine smile.
As soon as she smiled, the once-bustling Guild lobby fell silent.
"Did I see that right? Did Miss Eina just smile for real — not the fake one?"
"Shh, shut up and just watch!"
"I'm supposed to be the one she smiles at!"
"I'll remember you, scumbag."
The scene grew noisy again — all conversations centered on Eina's rare smile and John Alver, the man now hated by every suitor.
John ignored the commotion around him, just as Eina ignored the crowd.
"Register."
"Okay, wait a minute." Eina walked toward a certain table — her table — behind the counter, where a sea of cubicle workstations stretched endlessly. The cubicles was surrounded by a barrier that makes the space behind the counter endless. Many adventures tried to understand this but many give up.
John waited under the gazes of the crowd.