"The magical sandstorm's contamination has been removed. You can leave anytime now," the doctor said before leaving the infirmary.
Shrouded in silence, Zick sighed again internally. As he moved toward the dormitory, the other cadets staring at him went unnoticed. The information about the recent assignment had already spread across the gold and lower-rank classes.
His strength was already above that of last year's students, and such rumors were spreading. However, the admiration from others didn't bring any joy to Zick.
All his strength was laid bare—nothing was hidden, not even the smallest thing. It was unknown what Ethereal would do next after finding out. Zick didn't feel embarrassed by his dramatic actions. As you grow up, other people's opinions of you start to become irrelevant.
More than anything, losers don't have the right to complain about the winners. Especially when Zick had crushed all five of them so easily.