The noises from the arena slowly faded as Theo walked down the stairs.
He cracked his neck and loosened his shoulders, a wide smile forming on his face.
'The more matches I get in before I leave, the faster I'll get to that number one spot.'
From what he remembered, there were nearly two hundred pre-admission students in total.
And right now… he didn't even have a rank yet.
'I wonder how strong the others are,' he thought, pressing his lips together.
His mind churned for a moment.
He understood full well that what he had wasn't normal.
Realistically, it was unlikely that there were others like him.
But that didn't mean it was impossible.
'Just look at Owen,' he thought. 'Though others won't have his exact circumstances… I have no doubt there'll be people who are unique in their own way.'
With that in mind, he reached the bottom of the stairs.
He glanced around briefly.
