Ethan was dead tired after the physical training in the training hall, but he still dragged himself to the dungeon hall.
His legs felt like jelly, and every step down the stone corridor toward the dungeon hall made him question his life choices. His muscles screamed mutiny, his mana was sluggish, and his shirt clung to him like a second, sweat-soaked skin.
But none of that mattered—not when he still had gold to earn, books to read, and strength to build. He had a solid plan, and he was going to follow it through. He wasn't about to let a little thing like total-body exhaustion slow him down.
Thankfully, the dungeon hall was blessedly cool and quiet, with only a few other students milling around or checking listings on the request boards.
