Creed felt weird.
Every single pair of eyes in the carrier was glued to him, their expressions frozen in pure, undiluted shock.
It was honestly kind of funny.
He had barely even done anything, really. He just obliterated a few bolts of heavenly lightning, shook the sky a little, and maybe—just maybe—caused the carrier to vibrate despite it being ad heavy as hell.
And now everyone was staring at him like he had just grown a second head.
Creed held back a smirk. Of course, they were shocked. They were all just side characters watching the protagonist do his thing.
He could almost hear their internal monologues.
"W-Who is this guy?!"
"How did he do that?!"
"Did he just treat a tribulation like it was a morning workout?!"
Creed remained expressionless. On the outside, he looked perfectly calm and unbothered, as if this was just another casual Tuesday.
But on the inside? He was feeling extremely smug. Not that he was going to let anyone see that, of course.
