And this woman was the advisor for Ethan Brooks's class—a beautiful, mature woman with sky-blue hair cascading naturally over her shoulders. Her white long dress accentuated her lovely figure, and she wore a pair of crystal glasses (apparently prescription). From her demeanor and appearance, it was clear she was a gentle person; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken on this class of so-called "losers."

However, gentle as she was, her strength was of the overwhelming kind—she was one of the top instructors.

By the way, this woman’s other class was the place all the boys in the school dreamed of joining: it was filled with beautiful, adorable girls, and was the only all-girls class in the entire school.

Because of this, many people envied Ethan Brooks's class—not only did they have a beautiful advisor, but they could also use this as an excuse to get closer to that dream class.

Oh, and I almost forgot—the advisor’s name was Emily Hogg, and she seemed to be single, since no one had ever seen her walking with any man.

Emily glanced around, her gaze lingering on Ethan Brooks for a moment before she began the lesson. This left Ethan Brooks quite puzzled. What was going on? As far as he knew, he had no special relationship with her—just the usual student-teacher connection. Why did she look at him differently today?

Ethan Brooks didn’t dwell on it for long and soon focused on the lesson. He was severely lacking in the basics of martial arts in this world and needed to catch up fast. However, it seemed his old habits were acting up again.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep! The atmosphere was making him drowsy. Habit was a serious problem—he’d brought his old classroom napping habit with him.

Hanging his head from the beam was out of the question, and stabbing his thigh with an awl was just crazy. Ethan Brooks had to find something to do. He happened to have many questions about magic crystal sword techniques and battle energy, so he decided to ask the teacher, Emily, in front of him.

When Ethan Brooks asked questions, Emily's eyes sparkled, but she answered every one—after all, that was her duty as an instructor. The whole class was basically Ethan Brooks asking questions and Emily answering, with everyone else listening in. Thanks to this, Ethan Brooks's understanding improved greatly, and he gained a much deeper grasp of the martial arts here.

But as a result, he ended up with even more questions and more things to study.

Now, if anyone said that traveling to another world would make you invincible, Ethan Brooks would be furious. The martial arts here had been honed over countless generations—there was no way you could dominate the world with a few half-baked moves.

It seemed he really needed to buckle down and train hard. If he didn’t improve his strength, he’d be finished if someone took him out. This class made Ethan Brooks resolve to practice martial arts diligently. This wasn’t his old world—without strength, it was all too easy to get killed.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Ethan Brooks's first class in this world was over.

At the very end, Emily looked at Ethan Brooks, her red lips parting as her gentle voice rang out.

“Ethan Brooks! You did well today, keep it up. Also, next time in a duel, don’t use such tactics to win—defeat your opponent with your own strength. Work hard on your martial arts from now on.” Hearing this, Ethan Brooks understood. No wonder she’d looked at him a moment longer earlier—it was because she’d seen his boring duel with Colin.

Boring? You were thrilled, weren’t you? At least now you won’t have to scam food and drink for a while.

Ahem, who said that!

Ten gold coins are enough for you to live for a year—if you’re frugal, even two years.

That’s true, but if you can get a free lunch, of course you’ll keep scamming food and drink.

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“Emily teacher, I completely agree with working hard on martial arts, but I can’t agree with not using tactics. The gap in strength is obvious—if I didn’t use some tricks, I might as well have just surrendered, and there wouldn’t have been a match at all.” Ethan Brooks replied bluntly, not giving any face at all.

Emily frowned and said, “That may be so, but using such deceitful tactics is never good. You should win with your own strength to earn everyone’s respect.”

“Between life and death, everything else is just empty talk. Any method that can kill your opponent is a skill—a martial art. Whether you’re killed honorably or by trickery, I believe everyone would make the same choice. Respect? I don’t need it—I just want to stay alive!!” Ethan Brooks said calmly.

Surviving was the most important thing. If you died, it was all over. Something like traveling to another world only happened if you were incredibly lucky—if you died now, you’d just be a corpse.

“But today wasn’t like that—it was just a match between you two,” Emily said. Although it was called a duel, it was really just a figure of speech, not a fight to the death.

“Hmph, don’t pretend you don’t know. If Colin had won today, I wouldn’t be standing here talking right now,” Ethan Brooks said coldly.

He didn’t have any good feelings toward the people at this school—they either bullied Ethan Brooks or just stood by and did nothing.

Emily fell silent. She had ignored a lot of things. At first, she might have felt some pity, but over time she had become indifferent. But that didn’t mean what she was doing was right—on the contrary, she was wrong.