Minseok's eyes widened. "W-we're not?"
"No. One hour in Earth equals one full day here. This is where you will push your limits without wasting too much real-world time."
He continued, "This place is tied to my hidden profession. In Earth terms, it's called a hidden job. A version 2 of Class."
Minseok was still adjusting to the strange, heavy atmosphere of the Ethereal Grounds. Every step felt like he was walking through water, his body weighed down by invisible chains. The others around him—Hannah, Jinhyu, and Nayoung—were already moving normally, stretching, warming up, or preparing their weapons.
Seojun stood in front of them, his expression calm but serious.
"In this hidden profession of mine," Seojun began, his voice firm and clear, "I have a responsibility. I must choose students—students who can grow stronger through special training. That's why you're all here. Only the ones I select are allowed inside this space."
