Chapter 13: Classroom Game Lobby
Nolan shook his head slowly, his expression twisting into something between disappointment and disdain.
"How dare you bastards talk about real battle—what more of life and death—when you haven't even tasted a single drop of real combat?"
His voice, low and sharp, cracked across the silent room like a whip.
The students flinched. Heads dropped.
The arrogant pride they'd worn earlier, the smug confidence they displayed when they tried to flaunt their childish formation, all of it shattered.
They shuffled on their feet awkwardly, unable to meet his gaze.
It seems that although they are troublemakers, they still have some shame inside their tiny bodies.
Nolan didn't let up. His stare swept across every face. His lips curled upward, but the smile was anything but warm.
"It doesn't matter. My teaching is fun." His voice lowered ominously. "Since you all want to experience life and death so badly, I'll give you exactly that. But you better be prepared."
The students stiffened, some straightening instinctively, others exchanging cautious glances.
Their doubt had not completely vanished, and one of them finally gathered the courage to voice it.