Tenebrous Wolf

An hour later, Klaus exited the Tactical Survival class and headed to the academy's library.

Not only was he physically exhausted, but he was also mentally drained. After thirty minutes of testing his physical attributes with his fists, Instructor Rex bombarded them with theoretical knowledge about virtual reality, the real world, various subjects, and even assigned bizarre topics for self-study. More importantly, he introduced them to the concept of Rune Language.

Now, Klaus understood why nobody wanted to take his class. The man wasn't just unpredictable and moreover, his curriculum was downright insane!

Someone who had never struggled academically was now complaining, feeling as if his brain was about to explode. That's how bad it was!

'Damn. So I have to learn several more languages? Apparently, Chaos is everything but a universal translator!'

The moment Klaus grumbled inwardly, a sharp pain flared in his forearm, making him groan. Upon closer inspection, his arm was severely bruised, his skin darkened to an unhealthy black.

Blocking a Lancer's strike as an Aspirant had been reckless, given the massive power gap between their ranks. Then again, he hadn't been given much of a choice. And now, his precious hand had suffered for nothing.

Regardless, it was painfully clear that something was probably broken.

'I should get this checked out. The last thing I need is for it to get infected.'

Muttering a silent curse, Klaus changed his destination from the library to the infirmary.

As he strode forward, an unsettling feeling crept up his back, making him pause. He glanced at his bruised arm, and in an instant, he immediately understood the situation.