[Bonus chapter]Mia's little scheme

Mia waited in the long line at the administrative office of the sect. 

If the distribution center was the beating heart of the sect that brought energy and nutrients to its disciples, the administrative office was its brain. 

All sorts of decisions would be made here. 

From confirming the mentor-student relationship, through giving out quests and missions, all the way to expulsing unruly disciples or punishing them. 

But Mia was here for a whole different reason. 

"Next!" the clerk sitting behind a mahogany desk shouted, shooing away his previous guest at the same time. 

'That didn't go well for him,' Mia thought, watching how a disciple she didn't know left the place with his head hanging low over his chest. 

"Your business?" the clerk asked, not wasting his energy on pleasantries. 

"I would like to apply for the next tournament," Mia said without any hesitation.