I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

After our meal, we returned to the clearing to find that many hero disciples had already gathered. It appeared we were among the last to arrive.

Skull stood prominently in the center, and though a few familiar faces—those we had befriended over the past few days—were present, they averted their gazes as we approached.

An awkward tension filled the air, prompting Evan to force a bitter smile. Despite the brevity of our time together, it seemed he had come to regard them as friends.

As for me, I felt an odd detachment. It wasn't that I lacked any regret about how things had unfolded. After all, we had gotten along well. Perhaps I was simply cold-hearted by nature.

The instructor on the platform cleared his throat. It was Juan, the Martial Arts Master, and he wasn't alone. Behind him stood all the Great Masters.

Juan scanned the crowd of hero disciples and asked, "Hero Disciple Charon, is everyone present?"

"That's correct."

Come to think of it, when did it s...