Aria smiled and handed him the mana pen. "Good luck."

  Sora held the pen, feeling its light hum of mana. As he touched the pen to the tract, he immediately felt something shift. Mana surged through the pen, flowing into the paper. And for the first time, he realized that this wasn't just a normal piece of paperwork.

  Each tract was more than just words on paper. In this world, tracts signed with mana became something akin to divine rules—immutable ws that bound both parties involved. The moment his mana touched the part, Sora felt it e alive. The ink shimmered faintly, and mana rippled through the dot, iwining with the cuses and terms written within.

  Ohe tract was signed, it was no longer just an agreement; it was a binding force that would enforce its rules on anyone who broke it. If either party failed to fulfill their end of the bargain, the tract itself would impose punishment. It wasn't clear what those punishments would be, but there was no doubt in Sora's mind that the sequences could be severe. The system of the world enforced these rules, and with mana involved, breaking a tract was tantamount to breaking a sacred vow.

  As Sora began signing the first tract, he felt a strange sensation. His mana, which had always been raowerful but somewhat untamed, now seemed to be revealing neects of itself. It was as though the act of signing was f his mana to take on nees, new forms. Parts of it moved in ways he had never experienced before—elegant and precise, instead of the usual chaotic force he wielded in battle.

  "This… this is something else," he muttered under his breath, his eyes focused ily on the dot. He wasn't just learning how to sign tracts; he was learning something new about mana itself.

  Aria, who had been watg him closely, noticed the tration on his face. "How does it feel?" she asked, genuinely curious.

  "Strange," Sora replied, not looking up. "Like there's more to this than just mana. It's revealing something... different."

  He finished signing the first trad immediately moved to the sed. The more tracts he sighe more he felt this new dimension of mana revealing itself to him. It wasn't just a job; this was a training of sorts, a way to unlock a deeper uanding of how mana could

  As Sora tinued signing tracts, Aria noticed his growing familiarity with the process and decided to eborate on one of the most on aspects of his new job.

  "You know," she began, watg him as he methodically signed another tract, "most of the tracts you'll be dealing with here won't just be employmeed. You'll also be handling a lot of quest-giver tracts."

  Snced up, curious. "Quest-giver tracts?"

  She nodded. "Yes, it's actually one of the most only used tract types nowadays, sed only to employment agreements. It's a way to legally and magically bind pyers to the quests they accept and, just as importantly, to bind the quest givers to reward them properly."

  Sora paused, the maill h over the dot. "So, if someone accepts a quest, both sides are locked into it?"

  "Exactly," Aria expined. "Before this system was set up, people used to take quests or issions, but there was always a risk of dishoy—pyers would either abandon the quest halfway or quest givers would refuse to pay out the rewards. This became a huge issue, especially with rger anizations or rare quests. Now, with the mana tract system, both parties are bound by the terms they agree to."

  Sora processed this, uanding how important these tracts must be in a world where so much relied on trust and reward systems. With a tract signed in mana, both the pyer and the quest giver were held atable. If a pyer abandoned a quest, there would be sequences based oerms of the tract—usually penalties, loss of reputation, or everis on taking future quests. On the flip side, quest givers were forced to provide the promised rewards. No more running off with pleted work without paying up.

  "That's why there's so much demand for this job," Aria tinued. "Every day, hundreds of traeed to be signed for various quests, especially in a bustling city like Córdoba. People are stantly accepting quests—whether it's gathering materials, defeating monsters, or delivering rare items. And every single one of those requires a binding tract to eh sides follow through."

  Sora felt the weight of the job settling in. No wohe position was so sought after—while it might not increase his bat prowess, this job was vital to how the ey and questing system worked. Every adventurer relied on it, and the city couldn't fun without these binding agreements.

  He nodded slowly, a newfound respect for the job f in his mind. "So, I'll be signing tracts for pyers to accept quests too?"

  "Yes," Aria firmed. "You'll be ag as the intermediary between the pyers and the quest givers, ensuring everything is properly doted and bound by mana. Ohe tract is signed, her side break it without fag penalties."

  Sora realized that this wasn't just paperwork—it was about maintaining the trust and structure that kept the city's ey running smoothly. Without these tracts, chaos could eh untrustworthy parties taking advantage of the system. His role was critical in ensuring that things ran smoothly.

  "And what happens if someories to break the tract?" Sora asked, curiosity tinged with caution.

  "The punishment depends oerms of the tract," Aria replied. "For most quest-giver tracts, the pyer would face financial penalties or reputation loss if they abandon the quest. In more severe cases, like rare h-risk quests, there be greater penalties—anything from temporary debuffs to everis from taking future quests. The system enforces these rules automatically, thanks to the mana used in the signing."

  After that bit of versation, Aria who was shocked at his abilities to sign tracts in a row left him aloo work, and quietly left.

  Sora tinued signing the tracts, feeling the mana flowing through him, log in the agreements. As he did so, he realized that this job wasn't about making him stronger, but it could teach him new ways to uand mana. Each tract seemed to reveal a different yer of mana's intricacies, showing him how it could bind, enforce, and trol.

  As Sora finished his batch of tracts, he leaned ba his chair, stretg his arms. This job, while different from what he had expected, ening up new possibilities. He wasn't just signing pieces of paper—he was learning how to manipute mana in ways he hadn't before.

  And who knew what that knowledge could lead to iure?

  Since he was doh work ihan a hour, he left the office to look for Aria. He didn't start this job for the money, but signing 100 tracts or so represented an earning of 10000 gold... And it only took an hour.

  He felt like someone who found a glitake infinite money.

  Sora navigated through the core area of the city, surrounded by NPCs, his face showing a calm posure as he exged pleasantries with the locals. Here, among the NPCs, he felt a strange sense of ease. They were predictable, meical in their responses. He could talk freely, think out loud without w about hidden motives.

  But when he was in the presence of other pyers, especially in the more petitive offices, he kept his guard up. Pyers could be dangerous in their ambitions, and Sora had learned long ago that showing weakness could be a strength if used properly. In those offices, he feigned a degree of helplessness, downpying his abilities. He pyed the part of the humble job-seeker, all the while carefully gathering information and refining his own uanding of the power hidden behind the tracts.

  After a 2 days of speedrunning through all 20 offices, Sora finally had a moment to refle everything he'd aplished. He sat down in a quiet er of an inn, away from the bustling streets of Cordoba, and ted his rewards.

  185,000 gold.

  It was a staggering amount. More than what most pyers would earn in several months of work. But what was more important to Sora was the growth of his new job skill.

  [Job Level: Human Resources Assistant – Level 17]

  He leaned ba his chair, the weight of everythiling in. Level 17 in a single week. It wasn't just about the money; it was about the knowledge he had gained. tracts weren't just mundane pieces of paper—they held real, binding power in this world. They were the foundation of agreements, quests, jobs, and alliances, but there was something more to them. As he signed each tract with mana, Sora felt as though he were brushing against deeper principles—principles that could be applied to mana itself.

  Binding power. Equivalent exge. Trust.

  These three ideas swirled in his mind. Every time he signed a tract, he could feel the mana shifting, aligning itself with the terms of the agreement. It was almost like the mana was ag as an unseen judge, ensuring that both parties were held to their word. It was a force of bance, something Sora had never entered during his time as a swordman.

  "This… this could be something big," he muttered to himself.

  He couldn't fully uand it yet, but it was like trying to decipher a new nguage without a diary. The principles behind tracts were tied to mana in ways he couldn't yet grasp, but he could feel it, lurking just beh the surface. It was like a puzzle waiting to be solved, and as someone loved by mana, he knew he was already getting hints and nudges in the right dire.

  "Maybe it's like when I was a swordman," Sora thought. He had reached level 49 in his previous life, mastering the intricacies of swordpy and mana trol. But that mastery had e with time, experience, and years of refining his skills. Here, in the realm of tracts and human resources, he was still just a beginner—a level 17 beginner.

  He tapped his fingers oable, deep in thought. Maybe that was why his uanding of tracts and mana was still fuzzy. Just like swordsmanship, he o level up this job before he could unlock its true potential. Perhaps the difficulty stemmed from how different it was from his previous experiences. Mana in swordsmanship was straightforward—raw power eled through physical movements. But here, in the realm of tracts, it was more abstract. It dealt with promises, obligations, and unseen forces.

  Sora sighed, shaking his head. "I'm going to need more time to figure this out."

  But he wasn't disced. Quite the opposite. If anything, this was aing challenge—airely new field to explore, ohat most pyers had overlooked or deemed useless.

  He grio himself. "Too weak, huh? Well, we'll soon see about that."

  He knew he had to keep going. The more he signed tracts, the more he would uand. He was just scratg the surfaow, but soon, he would dig deeper. Maybe by leveling up his job, he would uhe basics of how tracts influenced mana. Maybe the answer would e in a revetion, just like when he had mastered his sword teiques.

  For now, he just o keep grinding. There ath forward, even if it wasirely clear yet. And with mana stantly guiding him, he had no doubt that the answers would e.

  After all, mana had always shown him the way.