Asher stared at the departing upperclassmen as they nonchalantly left the group of new students to their own devices, almost as though their presence had been nothing more than a fleeting shadow. They did not offer any more guidance, nor did they bother with pleasantries; they simply vanished into the distance, leaving behind an air of superiority that made several of the freshmen bristle in silence.
Asher, however, remained calm. He stood motionless for a moment, his expression neutral, as though weighing several decisions in his mind. On one hand, he had just stepped foot into this Academy, a place brimming with mystery and potential.
As a transmigrator, curiosity urged him to explore every corner, uncover its hidden depths, and learn every secret it possessed. But on the other hand, he reminded himself that there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, perhaps practicality should come first.
