"You?" Gaga turned to Hayatobi, seeking a final confirmation. The general offered a light, knowing smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was enough.
Gaga nodded and turned back to Carl, her expression now holding a newfound respect for the boy who had just casually dropped a fortune. "Ok young man. Tomorrow, your status in the Military Academy will be changed. Please visit me in my office when you're ready."
She turned to the rest of the group, her voice booming over the music. "On everyone! Have fun!"
The words acted like a starting pistol. The common students, driven by the realization that their gold was now a dwindling resource, rushed the tables. It was a frantic, desperate scene—the clatter of silver against porcelain and the sound of people eating as if it were their last meal. For many, it likely was. From tomorrow onward, every morsel would be bought with blood and points.
