"Hmph... Let's see how well you do, plebeian. Your fate will be the same as this loser."
The red-haired boy sneered inwardly, casting a condescending glance at Samuel, who stood defeated at one side.
Meanwhile, the golden-armored woman's eyes gleamed with interest. "Raizel... Hmm, interesting!" she murmured, observing him closely.
The other participants also turned their attention to him, eager to see how a boy from the slums would perform.
Raizel stepped forward, his expression calm, though his heart raced beneath the surface.
Unlike the others, he had no prior knowledge of his own raw strength. To avoid any regrets, he decided to give it his all from the very beginning.
Positioning himself a few meters away from the device, he steadied his breathing and adjusted his stance.
Feeling the weight of everyone's piercing gazes, he clenched his fist.
At that moment, his arm hardened like iron, the tension so intense that his sleeve stretched tightly over his muscles.
