"Did you just beat that A-rank boss unaided?" Michael asked Rean.
"Wait, Michael, chill," Porter tried to stop him.
"How? I mean—how?" Michael nodded in disbelief. 'It was only a week,' he thought.
"It's only been a week.
How are you now suddenly at that level?
Your movement—it's just too efficient. Your mana reserves—calm, yet feeling so fierce.
How did you beat the boss?"
Rean gave no response.
"You know I'm talking to you, right?" Michael reinforced.
"I think everyone needs to calm down," Porter said, still trying to stop any further escalation.
Zeta could see fully well what was going on. She just knew better than to try to stop Michael—not especially when he was this heated.
'I have questions too, but this is not the way. Why can't your smart ass see that too, Michael?' Porter thought.
'I wish I was bold enough to just tell him… but I'm not.'
'It seems like Zeta knows something I don't.'
