The Dream

Victor dragged the massive five-foot-long sword behind him as he approached one of the officials overseeing the screening.

He cleared his throat before lifting the sword slightly.

"Uhm… so about the sword... can I keep it?"

The official raised a brow and stared at him as if he had just spoken absolute nonsense.

Several other government officials turned toward them, eyeing the sword curiously. It was still glowing with mana, giving off a faint, ancient presence.

The official sighed and collected the sword from Victor's grasp. "Awakeners won't be granted weapons until they officially resume at the academy."

Victor frowned slightly. "Oh come on... not even an exception for the winner—"

Victor's shamelessness seemed to be slowly returning.

Another official with graying hair, adjusted his glasses and studied the ancient inscriptions on the blade.

"This sword..." he murmured. "Is priceless."

Victor blinked. "Huh?"