Chapter 166: Boring Slices Of Reality

Time passed quickly, and soon, the first class of the day began.

A middle-aged professor with gold-rimmed glasses walked in right on time, carrying the kind of aura you'd expect from someone who'd spent thirty years buried in academia. His teaching style was plain, a little monotone—okay, maybe a lot monotone— Straightforward, no-frills, and just about as exciting as reading an instruction manual. But still, the content was solid, and Rex actually found himself learning.But still—credit where it's due—it was a solid session.

Thanks to his revision over the past few weeks and a little help from the system compressing and re-igniting his blurry memory from that "time-dilated mental bootcamp" dimension—everything was falling into place smoother than expected.