Sam and the rest of their company reached the space gate.
While the remaining went in, Sam stood there looking at Olaf. At that moment, he didn't see the majestic dean of an academy. All he saw is a tired man, who is burdened by the responsibilities that he is about to face.
He knew the easiest route.
Just kill Sam and be done with it. Everything will be over. But there are restrictions placed on him, not to kill other players.
Even if there are no such restrictions, he still felt a bit ashamed thinking about it. Killing a weak Divine Plane Initiation cultivator with his own hands…
All for what? Because he couldn't handle the trouble created by a cultivator of such weak cultivation? Someone who is centuries younger than him made him feel that way. He felt more than ashamed.
He felt so small and tiny, almost unworthy of the position he held.
