The outskirts of Stoneheart City.
The morning sunlight shone through the window and entered the living room.
Lorraine sat on the sofa, tightly holding a newspaper she had already read an unknown number of times.
At the very top of the newspaper, occupying almost half the entire page, was a photograph of a white-haired youth standing in the center of the arena, raising the championship trophy that symbolized the highest glory of the First Layer high above his head.
His black combat uniform had already been badly damaged.
His face was also visibly pale.
However, his eyes were calm and bright.
Below the photograph were several extremely eye-catching words.
[Human Champion—Zich Grave]
Lorraine stared at the photograph. Only after a long time did she reach out and gently brush her fingers across the familiar face printed on the newspaper.
"This picture wasn't taken well."
