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Chapter 70 Before the Training

"I will be joining. It's time I take responsibility," Zack declared, his voice steady but his heart racing.

Carole's eyes widened slightly at his words, a flicker of emotion passing through her expression. However, she quickly turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze.

Zack felt a pang of regret but also a sense of acceptance. He didn't expect immediate forgiveness or even acknowledgment.

Time would heal the wounds, and he would become someone better—a person Carole could be proud of.

Whatever happens will happen when the time is right, Zack thought. He resolved to focus on the present and the challenges ahead.

"Perfect. So all of you are in," Zephyrion said, nodding in approval as he surveyed the group. His imposing figure, even with glasses on, radiated authority. "Now, let me outline what will happen next."

He stood straighter, his tone turning commanding as he continued, "The training will last for at least four weeks. I want to clarify from the outset: this is not about teaching you new abilities directly but about equipping you with the knowledge and means to acquire them on your own."

The group leaned in, listening intently.

"In your first week, you will remain here at the training grounds. You'll learn more about this world. But more importantly, you will learn what is the difference between reality and game.

Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to insult your intellect. What I mean is there are certain differences.

You will come to understand concepts such as how Arlon's spells work, concepts that transcend what you're accustomed to.

Since this is not a game, you can do things you can't do in games.

Additionally, you'll train in the basics of combat techniques—or healing, in Miss Carole's case. These fundamentals will form the backbone of your survival."

Zephyrion's gaze swept over the group, ensuring their attention before continuing.

"In your second week, you will study etiquette and history. These may seem unrelated, but they are crucial.

Some of the best weapons and armor in Trion can only be found by those who understand their origins through history.

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Knowing proper etiquette will also serve you well when interacting with Trionian officials or during certain quests."

The players exchanged skeptical glances. Etiquette didn't sound exciting.

"Also, you will be able to choose a job class."@@@@

This time, though, they were more excited.

Her playful expression turned serious as she voiced her concern. "I'm worried about the academy training. Zack seems to have matured a bit, but that place is full of young and impulsive cadets. Who knows what might happen?"

Lady Rael was thinking about the Zack she met during the tournament.

Zephyrion nodded, recalling Zack's earlier demeanor. "It's true he's changed, but no one matures overnight.

Still, I don't think anyone in this group would intentionally harm another. And if they die..." he paused, adjusting his glasses. "...they'll revive. They're saviors, after all."

Lady Rael sighed. "You are right. Anyway, when will you finish your job? It has been two weeks but we still haven't eaten the dinner you promised before I left for Istarra for the tournament?"

Zephyrion looked sheepish. "Ah! Of course, I didn't forget..." he said urgently, but it was obvious he had forgotten.

"But thanks to Arlon I couldn't even sleep yet. That guy brought a lot of important information to the table. I will probably be here for the next week. I am sorry, Rael. Please wait a bit more and I'll make it up to you soon, I promise."

Lady Rael pouted again, though her smile betrayed her understanding. "Fine. But don't think I'll let you off the hook forever."

Zephyrion chuckled. "I wouldn't dare."

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When the players descended on the platform and reached the first floor, they spotted Shirl standing near the entrance.

"Miss Shirl! Long time no see. How have you been? Has the trial ended?" Lei and Maria asked one after the other, their voices tinged with concern.

Since they now knew this was reality, Shirl's trial felt more significant and somber to them. They couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Shirl turned to them and gave a faint smile. "Hi, everyone. Well... I'm not an administrator anymore."

Her tone carried a mix of sadness and acceptance, as though she was trying to stay composed despite the loss.

"No one wants a traitor on their side anyway," she added bitterly, though her expression softened as she glanced at the group.

The players were taken aback by her bluntness. They now understood that, unlike in a game, these consequences were real and deeply personal.

Of course, NPCs didn't know that the players thought this was a game.

"Please don't say that," Arlon interjected before anyone else could respond. His tone was steady, offering support. "I'm sure you'll find something even better. Where will you go now?"

Shirl blinked, surprised by the question. She studied Arlon, not recognizing him as the "guide" she had interacted with before. His words were kind, but his presence was unfamiliar.

Arlon had forgotten that he was acting like Arlon the player now.

"I think I'll head back to Istarra after stopping by my hometown,"