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Well, I just turned twenty. Not too long ago.
Two years. To think two years had passed since I met Zeke.
Now look at me. A student in the most prestigious academy in the first world of the Tower.
Not just any student—one of the top students in the ability A-class.
It wasn't that impressive.
That was a lie. It was impressive as fuck.
By my world's standards, I am pseudo S-Rank. By the Tower's standards, a low-tier S-Rank. There was no suspense in me being a top student. The A-class was filled with students who had A-ranked abilities at best and an A-rank threshold—and not all of them had reached their peak. Ability-wise, I had an incredible catalogue of abilities.
None of that changed the fact that I had worked hard to get where I was. Not that anyone had ever said otherwise.
But seeing Aaron work hard? Watching Jude become one of the five kings? It made my achievements feel smaller. Less like achievements.
I am not jealous. I am simply being realistic.
