Onboarding

The local Adventurers Guild was chaotic, resembling a poorly managed DMV more than a heroic hub. The line for registration snaked past tables where drunk warriors were throwing away gold.

"See, Yamamoto? An utter lack of operational efficiency," Kenji hissed, cataloging the Guild’s failings. "The queuing system alone is a nightmare."

A large, disgruntled man with an official-looking sash finally waved us over.

"Newbies, eh? All outsiders need to register. Mandatory. We need to track taxes and prevent magical invaders. Compliance Registration Fee is fifty thousand eris per head."

"Fifty thousand?!" I exclaimed. "We don't have local currency! In games, you start with basic equipment, or at least a little money!"

"Then come back when you're not broke. Next!" the man barked, fully embracing the role of the bureaucratic obstruction.

We were directed to a small, dark room containing a pedestal and a faintly glowing crystal. A young Guild Mage instructed us to submit to a mandatory "Otherworlder Scan"—a systemic check designed to track potential magical threats and evaluate local taxes.

"This will determine your innate abilities and Class," the Mage explained, stifling a yawn. "It's standard bureaucratic process for all new arrivals."

Hiroshi's Scan: The crystal pulsed with a sickly green light.

Class: Adventurer (LV 1).

Innate Skills: Intermediate Accounting (LV 7), Basic Spreadsheet Management (LV 9).

Special Trait: Advanced Procrastination (LV MAX).

The Mage frowned: "Weak. Pathetically weak. No combat skills. Worse than a cabbage farmer."

Kenji’s Scan: Kenji reluctantly placed his hand on the crystal. It flared with intense, organized blue light.

Class: Financial Wizard (LV 1).

Innate Skills: Advanced Taxation Law (LV 99), Corporate Compliance (LV 98).

Special Passive: Chronic Anxiety (LV MAX).

The Mage shrugged: "High Intelligence, zero combat application. Next!"

Kenji, however, was in the zone. He ignored the Mage and studied the arcane script produced by the scan.

"Wait a moment," Kenji commanded, startling the Mage. "This readout on 'Dimensional Compliance Registration' mentions asset valuation and projected tax liability. Do you mean to tell me that my existing knowledge of Earth's corporate and tax law is, in fact, transferable, due to the universal consistency of exploitable bureaucracy?"

Kenji's eyes lit up with maniacal, renewed purpose. He was no longer worried about the lack of WiFi; he was facing a mountain of unregulated capital.

"These people need an accountant, Yamamoto," he whispered, clutching his briefcase. "We’re going to be rich. We are going to impose operational efficiency on this entire world."

I looked at the Guild full of broke adventurers, then at my suddenly manic boss, and realized my ultimate isekai cheat skill wasn't magic—it was the collective financial incompetence of the fantasy world.