One in a million!

Hugo staggered into his dorm room, feeling like a marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line—exhausted, relieved, and just a little proud of himself.

He shut the door behind him with a soft click, turned to his desk, and let out a satisfied sigh.

With the care of someone handling the world's most precious artifact, he picked up the divine sight glasses from his pocket and placed them gently on the desk.

He took a step back, admiring the sleek, unassuming frame of the glasses like they were some ancient treasure.

"You, my friend," he muttered, pointing at them, "are the best thing that's ever happened to me." Hugo grinned, his mind replaying the day's events like a highlight reel.

Three more targets. Three perfect, satisfying targets. The glasses had been put to excellent use today.