I used to slay demons with one hand and was reborn, but I was forced to grind 53 every day. I thought campus life was as peaceful as water, until the transfer student showed his horns and smiled evilly: "Master Brave, are you okay?" I calmly raised the enchanted compass and said: "I'll challenge you again when I skip class. Will you copy the homework this time?" He suddenly behaved well: "Copy, but Brave... Your magic power seems to be gone?" I sneered and crushed the pen: "Do I need magic power to beat you?"
