As Ashok slid his ID card back into his pocket, the weight of envious stares pressed down on him from every corner of the Weapon Hall.
The other students, still reeling from the turn of events, watched him with barely concealed frustration—some with resentment, others with curiosity.
His casual indifference toward a teacher of such prestige had sent ripples through the room.
Hamiel, however, was far from done.
His gaze lingered on Ashok for a moment before he asked, "What's your name, young man?"
His voice carried a firm curiosity, the kind that came from someone determined to remember what had just unfolded.
"Adlet," Ashok replied smoothly, his tone devoid of any emotion.
Hamiel nodded slightly, processing the name, before his excitement resurfaced. "Adlet, you truly don't want to be my disciple? If you say yes, I will upgrade the pass to Diamond."
