Chapter 61

The moment the newcomer stepped onto the bus, everyone collectively held their breath. It wasn't because of his demeanor, but the uniform he wore—it was a formal suit of the Fearless. The sleek, black, streamlined design radiated both aesthetic appeal and practical functionality. This guy was clearly the supervisor for this busload of candidates. "Alright, listen up! Eyes on me! I've got an announcement to make!" With his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded an air of exaggerated self-importance, the kind that screamed newfound authority. Though most of the students thought he looked like a complete fool, none dared show it. After all, he was wearing the uniform of the Fearless. If they had the skills to earn one themselves, they might mock him, but they didn't. So, like it or not, they had to give him some respect. Reluctantly, all eyes turned to him. The Fearless was a name that resonated throughout the ranks of the awakened, synonymous with power and prestige. Known as