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Two weeks had passed on the 20th Earth. All the members of the creed completed more than half of their trials. However, they were brought to a halt.

I was sitting in my cabin, at the centre of the vast bookshelf chamber. Kendor was napping on the table, like a corpse. I flexed backwards, sitting on the chair, placing my legs on the table and staring upwards in a daze. My eyes slanted downward, staring at the deadbeat Kendor. I attempted, "Things are starting to feel slow. Is it us who ended trials quickly or our people who are slacking?!"

My mount responded sluggishly, "Tha…'s wut we get… fa bein… sho ouarpaord, masta (That's what we get for being so overpowered, master)!"

I attempted, "If not for the sudden increase in the number of recruits, we would've completed all the trials until the 25th Earth and have entered the second quarter of the Artificiary!"