—Daven Riesenhar, potential… purple rank.
The instructor's words yanked me out of my trance in an instant. I blinked, trying to process what I had just heard.
—Wait… what? —I blurted out, incredulous—. How the hell…?
I couldn't believe it. The result was right there, glowing in the sphere without fear of being noticed, but… why should I accept something so absurd?
Purple rank… This had to be a joke. How could a former hero, someone who had risked his life countless times in another world, have such a low potential? This wasn't arrogance, it was simple logic. I was certain my rank should be at least somewhere between blue and silver.
—There must be a mistake. Reevaluate —I said, my tone meant to sound indifferent, though inside I was boiling.
I didn't want attention; I didn't care about the stares or whispers… but this was an insult. A direct blow to my pride and to every drop of sweat and blood I had shed in my past battles. This needed to be fixed.
