I passed

After the entrance exam, I am still at the health facility. All the students got a few days to relax and recuperate.

We managed to secure first place in the entrance exam by killing the unique monster, causing quite a stir as no one had ever seen such a creature among the wolves.

"Thank goodness we didn't have to fight the wolf monster with brown fur around its mouth, it must be an alpha of the pack; if it was stronger than what we faced, we might not have made it," Steve said.

Bringing back memories of the brown material I used against that wolf.

We also discovered on rumurs that Drake and his group got onto the monster house, resulting in the cancellation of the duel. Despite not completing the entrance exam, Drake's group made it to Avalon. They took down seven monsters, as a group of over 400, they ended up in the last-place group who passed.

"That's the risk of forming such a large group—the wormhole transports you to more dangerous places!" 

"That's why you insist that we should not be more than five!"

Sonia and Steve are visiting me at the health center, which is more to be called a healing craftsman facility for people to be healed. This facility is for craftsmen who got into something like an accident, fought, or more. As craftsmen, the Avalon was created specifically for us to heal us faster.

"Goddess! " "Goddess! " "My goddess! Love me! "

"Enough with the 'goddess' nonsense! You're being too loud!" Sonia chided.

"Look! The goddess acknowledged me!"

"She noticed me too!" 

"Shut up! You guys are loud! Sonia raised her voice.

"Oh, the goddess is scolding us even more!"

"She's looking my way!" Sonia's antics made me feel sorry for her, but my thoughts were diverted to Elina.

"Where's Elina?" I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Elina? She went home to personally inform her parents that she passed!" Steve informed me.

Ah, that explained her absence. "Alright then, time for us to go," Steve announced.

"Hmph!" Sonia stormed out, slamming the door behind her. They'd been here for an hour just to pay me a visit.

"No! My goddess! Don't leave me!"

"My one true love!" 

Sonia's dramatics followers' cult-like behavior were becoming too much to handle.

And just as they left, another visitor arrived. "Are you okay? People are saying you're in critical condition, but seeing you, I'd say you're far from dying," Milo, a swordsman friend of mine with quite the muscle, commented upon entering.

"Why are you here, Milo?"

"Well, well, don't be so cold, my friend!" He patted my shoulder lightly, to which I could only laugh.

But I found out that Milo and Shakira were the last one who have enter the wormhole

because they were looking for me, even Instructor Carl scolds them, whether they would enter the wormhole or not.

"So, I'm off! And hey, congrats! We both passed!" With a confident smile, he seemed absolutely convinced that my admission was thanks to their unwavering support—these friends of mine trained relentlessly, like muscle-heads, claiming they carried me through it all. 

An hour later, another arrival disrupted the quiet.

"Yo!"

"Why are you here, Shakiro?" I responded in a similar tone as with Milo, but this time, things took an unexpected turn.

"Noooo! Don't die, Felix!" with a crying face shakiro walks slowly dramatically to me and he hugs me, no. He was not even embarrassed . But i know he was really doing this for something… I Feel he is revenging for something even i don't know! "ah- w-Wha—why are you doing that? Are you out of your mind? Help! Help, I'm being harassed!" I shouted, but my distress was met with laughter from the others.

"You don't know, if someone's dying, you can revive them by pinching their testicles!"

"Are you crazy? Get out of here!"

"Yeah, yeah! Oh, and congrats!" Shakira retorted.

"You moron! Thanks a lot!" I responded in frustration.

Their laughter echoed down the hall, and I was relieved they didn't visit me at the same time. If yes, i might die; They might seem odd, but they're my closest friends; they've had my back countless times. Even when others mock them for being friends with me, they defend me.

"You've got great friends!" said another craftsman who was with us during the entrance exam.

"Yeah, they're my best friends, and I'm proud of them," I replied, noticing the craftsmen looking at me with smiles, some offering thumbs-ups and salutes.

What a weird department, I thought.

After a few days, I started feeling much better. Our classes commenced on weekdays—typical routine from Monday to Friday, leaving the weekends for personal time. But why were we gathered here, facing this massive, unfinished wall?

"You must maintain this area!"

My first day was nothing like the academic and practical lessons I anticipated. Instead, a muscular man took charge, personally directing the students in the area.

"Hey, who's that guy?" I asked another craftsman, acknowledging our shared batch but admitting my ignorance of his name.

"He's the head of the craftsman department! Apparently, he only shows up once a year, and it just had to be on our first day," my companion informed me, and I simply nodded along.

"And also finishing this before graduation! Post to post!"

The man gestured dramatically toward a wall that rivaled the Great Wall of China—towering like a five-story building, spanning a width of more than three meters! Post to post? It was 10 meters apart! It was like an impossible task to us.

"If you can't do this, you don't deserve the title of craftsman," he declared, summoning all craftsman department students to toil in this area.

"Our first day, and we're working as laborers?" Disappointment washed over all of us. The idea of what craftsmen should do seemed to crumble, leaving faces marked with despair.

But I already expected it. It was a struggle, but it makes an improvement to a person to pass trials for every craftsman. Also, this was the basic. That's why almost all craftsmen are working for government defense, not as explorers. In one word, after being a porter in school, in the working industry, we are called repairmen.

"Whatever you can achieve, do it within your time. Stick to the schedule, follow the routine, and never forget to train! That's all!" The man's instructions were concise, underscoring the essence of our new roles.