How could it be him?

"Sorry, excuse me. We are in a hurry." Ethan politely said and tried to walk around but the next second, the tall guy grabbed his wrist tightly. "I said you cannot leave."

Ethan's expression darkened.

He was already tired, his mana reserves were running low, and this little dungeon marathon had drained most of his patience. The last thing he needed was some academy brat acting like he owned the place.

The grip on his wrist was firm—too firm. This guy wasn't just any random student.

Ethan's eyes flicked up, taking in the guy's uniform—high-quality enchanted fabric, a crest embroidered in gold, and an air of entitlement thick enough to suffocate a dragon. Definitely some noble from one of the prestigious academies.

Great.

Just what he needed.

Ethan exhaled through his nose, keeping his voice calm and measured. "You're going to let go now."