Chapter 95: Fame!
This was a genuine surprise, as I didn’t expect the government would make a move to invite a student into their fold—especially since I had yet to reach the contribution points necessary for graduation.
Rooted to the spot, I kept glaring at the file in their hands while blinking repeatedly.
Ding!
The door slid open with the sound of a bell, and loud cheers erupted from behind.
"Let’s find somewhere quiet and talk about this," I said with narrowed eyes before looking over my shoulder—only to see a massive crowd held back by guards dressed in black, just like the agents.
Without saying a word, I turned around to face the crowd. There was a media team up front from different news agencies, recording with cameras that were much better than the ones obsessed with taking pictures upstairs.
They screamed their questions, but their words drowned beneath the frantic cheers of the crowd behind them.
This was what truly shook me.
The crowd in the back were civilians. Mere civilians who had come to see the man who survived what Sergeant Deacon couldn’t. They carried cardboards with different positive messages like "Get well soon" and even "The strongest survives," waving them frantically and cheering at the top of their lungs as soon as they saw me.
This was the power of the media.
How could the world cheer for me when someone like Dayvon, who was clearly stronger, existed? I also imagined all this support would vanish if I refused the deal offered by the government.