As the carriage rumbled forward into the night, Solomon leaned back against the plush cushions and mentally reviewed the staggering amount of progress he had achieved since arriving in the Martial World just a few weeks ago.
He had successfully learned and mastered a brand-new sword technique. He had grown significantly closer to his classmates, establishing genuine trust with Marco, Arthur, Maximus, and Elizabeth. His live stream viewership had skyrocketed, breaking academy records.
He had thoroughly enjoyed himself, fighting strong opponents in the underground arena, dismantling a cultist launch site, and clearing an A+ grade spatial rift. He even obtained the crystallized eyes of the Winter Snow Serpent as a rare boss drop.
He apparently also held the legal exploration rights to that very same rift, though he knew the academy administration would have to iron out those bureaucratic details later.
