The first day of the selection had been nothing short of chaotic—a whirlwind of blood, fear, and desperation. Every cadet had to fight for survival, constantly wary of three deadly threats:
Demonic beasts lurking in the wilderness
Other cadets, each one a potential predator
And worst of all… Leon Kael
For many, the day had been a nightmare.
For Leon?
It was a hunt—and he was the apex predator.
Now, as the sun dipped low and the sky turned a deep violet, the chaos began to still. Only the strongest—or the luckiest—remained.
In a wide clearing soaked in dusklight, Leon stood tall.
All around him were the mangled corpses of demonic beasts—twenty-nine in total, all of them D-rank, all of them dead.
He tilted his head slightly as he remembered a few cadets he'd seen earlier.
They'd spotted him from afar and after seeing the dead beasts around him they instantly turned around and ran away.
"Heh."
"Watching them scurry away like rats never gets old."
