Shang slowly opened his eyes in the real world.
Shang was inside his room in the academy's basement, which wasn't very pleasant to look at. There was only a table, some chairs, and a bed. That was about it. It looked more like a fancy prison cell than an actual room.
The Dean noticed that Shang was back and looked at him.
"How did it go?" he asked.
Shang looked at his teacher.
"22 points."
The Dean nodded. "That's better than I expected. I feared that the weak Middle General Stage beast would be too much for you, and I also expected you to fail your fight against the Average Early Adept."
"It seems I underestimated you."
"I assume you used your peculiar Ability to gain three free points?"
Shang nodded, but his brows furrowed.
At this moment, the procedure and its effects went through Shang's head.
