"Robert, can I leave now?" Zayne asked.
"Huh? Oh. Yes, yes, of course."
Zayne's voice snapped Robert out of his shock.
It was terrifying to think about.
In just one month, Zayne had gained seven levels.
That kind of growth was unheard of.
Robert could not even imagine how efficient Zayne's monster farming had been inside the realm.
No wonder Forbidden Spellcasters rarely lived past thirty.
When God opened a window, He slammed the door shut and crushed your head with it.
If Forbidden Spellcasters had the same lifespan as other classes, then every other class might as well give up.
They could just find a wall and smash into it.
"Wait. No. Hold on. You cannot leave yet."
Robert suddenly reacted as Zayne walked past him.
"You are currently the highest level participant."
"You have a very high chance of becoming this year's national champion."
"So you need to stay until the realm officially closes."
"National champion?" Zayne asked calmly.
"Is there a reward?"
