Sixteen-year-old Arthur Vaughn sat on the ground amidst a pile of corpses while thinking about what one would least expect in such a situation.
'When the calendar was made, how did the dude who made it know what day of the week it was when he did?'
Putting a hand to his chin, he pondered on it seriously for nearly five minutes before discarding those thoughts altogether.
"Not like that's useful to me.
What's useful however is that my birthday is in about 2 months' time."
He looked at his academy-issued watch before turning his gaze to the 12 dead Epic realm demigods around him.
"Varona is a large realm, one with multiple galaxies within it. Even I did not know where I was going to end up when I entered through the gate, yet these guys were somehow able to accurately pinpoint my location.
