Michael followed his line of thought.
Even the best commoners so far were in their early twenties. And yet, most weren't even at the Intermediate Rank. That was telling.
Those who had reached that level either had backing—be it as adventurers, hunters, or the sons of wealthy folk—or they were one in a thousand, clawing their way up from sheer talent and survival instinct.
But the rest?
They were brave.
But bravery without bite was just noise.
Still, that wasn't to say there were no interesting figures among them.
Michael's eyes drifted to the next participant stepping onto the stage—a massive youth with a bear-like body and an oddly soft, young-looking face.
He moved with a kind of lazy strength, each step slow but steady, as if nothing could shake him.
The size of his arms alone made several heads turn.
Michael recognized him immediately.
Uga.
He learned the name just now from the official.
