Mr. Harrison practically beat his chest with absolute certainty.
"The only reason I agreed to let you lead is so you can pad your resume."
"Just keep your eyes wide open and watch."
"Watch how Elyndor crushes the competition and takes the global championship in an absolute landslide!"
Looking at Mr. Harrison's blind, unwavering faith in Serena—acting as if her mere presence guaranteed the trophy—Mr. Ashwell couldn't help but chuckle helplessly.
He had worked with Serena briefly and knew she was a monster on the field.
She was a freak among freaks.
But to have a highly critical titan like Mr. Harrison place this much faith in her, claiming she would effortlessly steamroll the competition...
Ashwell still felt it was a bit of an exaggeration.
"But Mr. Harrison..."
Ashwell looked worriedly at the gathering contestants. "These thirty-five students are the most brilliant prodigies from the top universities in the country."
"You know how geniuses are. They're arrogant to the bone. They bow to no one."
"Serena's skills are incredible, yes, but... she's still just a transfer student who hasn't even finished high school."
"Her academic record is public knowledge. I'm terrified that once we land in Severia, these arrogant prodigies won't listen to a word she says."
If they started fighting amongst themselves before the competition even began, they would become the laughingstock of the international community.
Mr. Ashwell was genuinely stressed.
He let out a heavy sigh just as the boarding announcement echoed through the lounge.
The contestants stood up, grabbing their bags and preparing to head to the gate.
And then, in the very next second, Ashwell was utterly stunned.
The elite, arrogant geniuses—the absolute apex predators of their respective fields—suddenly swarmed toward Serena.

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