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Hello, whoever may be reading this—probably my future generations, if I survive.
If I don't, then this will be read to show the future generations the suffering of their predecessors.
The name of this martyr is Zephyr Vale.
A humble student of Asterea Academy with a professor so evil you would have to change the metric of evil.
The professor is the villain of this memoir.
Who would have thought that after waiting to be taught properly by him, we would all regret having him as our professor? Yes, we. I speak for all my classmates.
That man is a devil. A devil, I tell you.
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In the first week of our training, we were still getting accustomed to the rigorous schedule ahead of us—according to the professor.
We trained for a minimum of nine hours each day, killing monsters of different ranks in the thousands, all while having limitations placed on us.
It was manageable. The strongest monsters we faced were S-Rank.
