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"NEW! 2nd place: Luan Badniker – 90 points!"
"It stings a little," I muttered.
I slapped my forehead. The score wasn't low, and the ranking was high, but who truly wanted to settle for second place? Honestly, I didn't think my responses were bad. I'd even wondered whether I had beaten the Iron-Blooded Lord's score.
Getting ahead of myself is a sin.
Third Senior Brother's words echoed in my mind, quickly followed by a surge of curiosity. How did the Iron-Blooded Lord clear the Room of Reflexes?
I tapped the name Delac Badniker on the floating screen.
Come to think of it, there was no middle initial C. It seemed that the Iron-Blooded Lord hadn't received a middle name back then.
"Would you like to see Delac Badniker's records? Y/N?"
"What?"
Was there such a function?
Without thinking, I pressed Y.
The Iron-Blooded Lord appeared on the small screen. He still looked young enough to be called a juvenile in the present day, but the Iron-Blooded Lord in the recording seemed far younger.
That is my father, right? I wondered.
He looked like a completely different person. It wasn't just that he appeared three or four years younger—the strange feeling came from his expression, posture, gestures, and actions. The entire atmosphere...
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