Volk stared at the edgy teenager standing confidently before him, his head tilted slightly in curiosity.
There was something absurd about the boy—his bravado, the way he carried himself as if he were already a legend. Volk chuckled to himself.
Was this brat really the hero of this Ranker World?
The main character?
It was the dramatic entrance, of course.
The gusts of wind, the perfect timing, the smug grin plastered across his face—it was all so obvious.
Volk found it almost amusing.
The thought of this overconfident child being the "chosen one" of this realm made him want to laugh.
With a casual tilt of his head, Volk asked, "Are you part of the Ranked Pillars?"
The teenager gave a small, cocky nod, his face smug with self-assurance. "Yeah," he said, dragging out the word as though it were a burden to admit. "Just joined. Lowest of the low, though. You know, fresh meat. Only been a Pillar for a few days."
