Smor called him Crazy Adam for a reason.
Back during their one-month compulsory training, Adam had earned that moniker the hard way, by doing exactly what no one else with a G-rank cultivation talent would dare.
He trained.
And trained.
And then trained more.
Adam was always the first to arrive at the dojo and the last to leave. His effort overshadowed everyone else's, even those with actual talent.
There were plenty of other trainees with G-rank cultivation talent; it was one of the most common, after all.
Advancement was painfully slow for them. Some stayed Martial Apprentices their entire lives. With enough patience, they could still make a living, but reaching true power was nearly impossible.
Yet Adam trained like none of that mattered.
He trained like talent was irrelevant.
He trained like he was chasing something more than survival.
He trained like someone with a purpose.
