(Third Person POV)
Earlier that day, while Asher and his friends were out hunting slimes, Sharon was strolling peacefully through the streets of Eldoria, running a few errands.
But peace, for someone like her, was always temporary.
Out of nowhere, her usual nightmare showed up—Brittany, flanked by two lackeys like a low-budget queen with her court. She hadn't let go of the humiliation from the other day, when Sharon had smashed her face into a desk in front of the entire class. That grudge was still burning hot.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't the 18-year-old bitch in the body of a ten-year-old kid!" Brittany sneered, stepping into Sharon's path with a smug grin.
Sharon clicked her tongue in annoyance and tried to walk past them, but her path was blocked by the two dumbbells Brittany called friends.
"You think you can just escape whenever you feel like it?" Brittany growled—and without warning, she slapped Sharon across the face.
