Soren had died at their hands in the previous loop.
Not because he was weak, but because he was too fragile in his current state.
They had no mercy when they were dealing with him.
There was no reason for him to similarly have mercy when dealing with them.
At the same time, he looked towards the cameras spread around the place.
If he ordered these cadets be killed, the academy would not spare him.
Soren limped over, and then he leaned in to remove the mask of these attackers.
He froze.
Disappointment written all over his face.
These so called assassins—the ones responsible for taking his life in the previous loop were not what he expected.
Skinny.
Malnourished.
One even had lumps on his body.
Now that he thought about it, Cynthia had brought them down with one simply swipe of her hand.
They were two older guys, they looked to be in their twenties, and a younger looking girl with a short ponytail, around 17 of age.
