Silk sat on the chair on the farm with a blank look on his face.
He had given everything he had in that last attack, but he lost, miserably.
It was his first time going out of the house. At home, he had been praised as a once-in-a-century genius, unmatched by all and someone who never lost a fight against his peers.
But as soon as he got out, he landed in Archon Academy, a place filled with monsters like him. Everyone there was almost as strong as him, if not more, giving him an unprecedented sense of pressure.
But he could accept that. The Archon Academy was a gathering of the strong. It accepts the most brilliant 100 people every year from billions of them. Any single person who got admitted there was an unmatched prodigy who never lost a fight similar to him.
They all almost came from similar backgrounds as he did, the True Capital. Hell, he even knew half of them from childhood, so he could barely accept it.
