The Author's POV

"Pheeew..."

Sighing in relief, I exited the section B compound.

Donna's request definitely caught me off-guard. I had come there expecting myself to just hand in the exchange form and leave, but it seemed like Donna had other plans for me.

I was so caught off-guard that I didn't have enough time to properly weigh the benefits and the costs of the deal.

*Sigh*

Just remembering what had happened moments before made me sigh. However, thinking more about the deal that I had made with Donna, my mood brightened a little bit.

All in all, the reason I accepted was because at that time, the deal seemed to work in my favor.

...and now that I had more time to think, I couldn't agree more.

After all, Donna was going to be personally coaching me for a while.

Yeah, we would also have coaches training us for the tournament, but they weren't going to train us based on skills, but rather train us for specific games. It just wasn't the same.

...and although Donna didn't practice a sword's art, that didn't matter.

Her mastery over mana and psyon control was on a league of her own.

Sword arts didn't only focus on swords. No. Psyon control was one of the most important factors when practicing any type of art.

Let's take the Keiki style for example. In order for my sword movement to reach such unparalleled speeds, I had to coat my sword with wind psyons.

If I had better psyon control, I would estimate that reaching the Greater realm of master wouldn't take long.

Moreover, because of the fact that we were training mana control, I didn't have to reveal the sword art I was practicing...and it would benefit all of my martial manuals since better psyon control would improve not only the Keiki style but my other arts too.

...taking this factor into consideration, refusing would've been stupid. The deal was just too good to refuse.

Plus, there was another reason as to why I didn't refuse her. Why would I want to antagonize a ranked hero just for a measly tournament? Wasn't worth it.

After all, she only asked for me to pass the tryout, she never said that I had to be a key player. If I managed to become a bench player, I would pretty much get all the benefits with barely any effort.

There was no point in refusing if it'd end up with me having a bad relationship with her, as, after all, she could help me in the future if needs be.

I needed to build connections for the future. If I wanted to make it till the end of the novel, I couldn't just leave bad impressions everywhere I went because of my mindset. I needed to think long-term.

were times where I needed to take a loss...well

smiling to myself, I couldn't help but realize how favorable the situation was

it looked like I took a loss, I

be a key player. All that was required of

help but lightly

may have won the battle, but I've won the war...well, we both profited, so I

it was time for me

and I

back to the dorm, recalling something, I typed something on my phone and sent a

I

...

the surroundings, as the color red enveloped the sky. The sound of falling debris could

as craters and gashes appeared on the

"Khhhh..."

Her skin was white as jade, and her long black hair gently fell to the side of her face. She looked absolutely

horns on the top

now tattered, and the

the wreckage and surveyed the surrounding destruction, as well as the massive

atmosphere was so stifling that it made one

contractee, Elijah got killed a few months prior, the Matriarch found

was responsible for killing Elijah was Amanda Stern...daughter of the guild master of the number one ranked guild

in no way was

went through the reports, she realized that what was reported

before his death...and from what she saw, the

was responsible...and in the midst of her looking for the real killer, she was suddenly

fight, she somehow managed to come out on

a part of her strength, the Matriarch found herself drained for energy. However, despite her current predicament,

swollowing the iron-like taste that coated the back

you got to

"Angeli-khhh"

-Vuam!

one of the demons kneeling on the ground tried to speak up, however, as soon as the first words came out

demon with some of the last

your respect for me has fallen so low that you no longer refer to me by

full name was was

the charm tribe, a subsidiary

of her clan. Being referred by her name meant one thing...the demon no longer recognized her as the

wind of my injury you tried