"You're too kind." Ericon bowed and said, "I won't disturb you any longer, then. I hope you have a pleasant night at the Bascabiru Inn."
"Mm."
Wei'en watched his cautious demeanor and couldn't help but be amused.
'It seems the incident at the Gladiatorial Arena had a much bigger impact than I imagined.'
[Congratulations, you have survived another day. Evaluation: The title "Weakling" is no longer suitable. Your new title is—Sturdy Chicken. Reward: Survival Points +3.]
'Sturdy Chicken?'
Wei'en rolled his eyes, turned over, and lay down on the bed to sleep.
'The panel is as inhuman as ever. Can't it give me a more normal title?'
'Something like "The Invincible," "The Uncrowned King," or "The Wizard Who Spreads Fear"...'
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BANG!
The sound of the door shattering broke the elegant music in the room and jolted Old Jack, who had been sleeping peacefully in his lounge chair, awake.
