Fame

Max stood on the fourth floor, gazing at the portal that had just appeared before him.

He sighed to himself.

"I'll be leaving the temple a week later than the others..."

He muttered, his expression thoughtful.

"I wonder if there are still people waiting outside the temple."

Honestly—

Max wasn't looking forward to it.

If people were still there, it would mean—

Drones swarming him with endless, irritating questions.

Geniuses demanding to know what he found inside.

People speculating whether he got the inheritance.

Potential enemies watching his every move.

He rubbed his forehead, already feeling the headache forming.

"Ugh. I really don't want to deal with those people."

His voice held clear irritation.

"All the questions… the inheritance nonsense… the stupid rumors that are definitely spreading already."

He shook his head.

"If I could slip out unnoticed, that would be perfect."