Chapter 9: Strength of An Ancient Soul
True strength lies within the soul
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The arena looked like it had been modeled after a football field. Same shape, same vibe—except instead of grass, the entire field was a padded, raised platform built for combat.
It was big. Big enough to hold dozens of fighters going at it all at once.
A quick glance told me the stadium could seat at least ten thousand people, with VIP sections high up for academy officials. But what stood out most was the mirrored ceiling—reflecting stars and constellations like the night sky.
It wasn’t my first time seeing it. The academy had an odd obsession with space—stars, galaxies, the universe. I kept wondering if it had something to do with the collapsing universe.
We stepped onto the platform, and I paused, feeling small against its sheer size.
"Combat training and talent control," Pamela said as I walked ahead of her. "That’s what you’ll be focusing on this month."
I kept moving, slowly taking it all in.
"Combat training won’t be necessary." I stopped and looked over my shoulder. "This body might be weak, but I’m not."
Ever since I reincarnated into this world, I’d met people who could make the average person shrink in fear. But not me.