The light seeping through the glass windows woke Nolan from his bed, and this time, he managed to wake himself up earlier than usual.
[Finally, time for the mission.]
The system called out to him as he sat up from his bed, stretching his stiff muscles.
The faint sound that erupted from his joints was like the crackling of thunder, echoing through the room.
The golden rays of sunlight illuminated his perfectly chiseled body, brimming with strength and vitality.
It had been a week since Nolan resumed his classes, and, luckily for him, there had been no real incidents throughout the entire two-week duration.
No one had attacked him, and the mysterious symbol placed on his shoulder seemed to be just an unlucky coincidence, as nothing further happened.
He had kept to his routine for days, alternating between classes and the training room.
