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... ed, "That’s him." The whisper spread like static down the row of desks.
"Solo clear," another voice said. "An F-rank. No party."
That one hit harder than the ogre’s club. My ribs remembered. My stomach dropped like an elevator with cut cables. I kept walking, because stopping meant admitting it was about me.
The system had quietly handed me a shiny new title when the Core went dark. Cute little badge nobody else could see. Which was great, because if Central ever got a lo ...
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