Creed stepped down from the shuttle with calm grace. He looked around slowly, a nostalgic smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Ding!
He didn't even hesitate as he pulled out his credit chip and tapped it against the reader, paying for the shuttle ride like a man who had finally arrived.
Two months ago, he'd rather face a rabid dimensional beast barehanded than willingly spend money on shuttle transport.
He used to walk everywhere, no matter how far, unless it was an emergency.
And even then, he'd grumble. But now? Now he was so rich he didn't flinch while paying for the slightly overpriced, slightly bumpy, slightly suspicious ride.
It was still wild to him.
The academy exam had only just ended a few hours ago, and he hadn't even begun selling all the loot he'd obtained from inside the trial.
