There were only two classes left for the day, and the two were Anatomy, and Endurance and Pain Conditioning class.
The Anatomy class reminded Simon of how he used to receive lectures before the arrival of rifts, demons, and the apocalypse.
The instructor was called Instructor Orian.
Unlike Instructor Sormon, Instructor Orian only cared about teaching and did not care about things like one's status and so on.
Because it was the first class, everything he taught was basic and not complex to understand.
Many members of the class either slept off or dozed off in class since it was rather... boring to them.
But for Simon, he was interested in this class.
He had killed countless demons in his past life, but did he understand the anatomy of half of the demons he had killed?
The answer was no.
What good was there in learning how the body of a demon worked?
As long as he was strong enough.
As long as his sword was sharp enough.
