Entrance Exam [4] Fiance Surprise Gift

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Time — 9:30

Test Ranking: 69

Kills: 68

Assists: 0

Total Points: 204

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Caspian stared at the numbers, his brows furrowing.

Bullshit.

"I've killed at least 200," he muttered under his breath. "Are they docking points? Adjusting rankings manually?"

He didn't like this.

'Cheater,'

Well the fact is Ranking were right.

Then he stretched his arms, exhaling slowly.

Rest was a resource, too.

When the clock struck 10:00 PM, Caspian pulled a compact tent from his void storage, setting it up within seconds.

He took out some stored food—dried meat, some fruits, a bit of bread.

Then, the highlight of his evening—

A cup of coffee.

Caspian took a slow sip, letting the warmth settle inside him.

Yes. This was it.

This was why he lived this life.

For the simple pleasure of a hot drink in the middle of a battlefield.