Just as it fell, the three bullies stepped forward, forming a loose semi-circle around Arthur.
Anyone could tell they were hoping to use numbers to their advantage, but Arthur didn't even shift his stance to combat that.
He simply looked at each of them, his gaze calm.
Known to no one but his classmates, professors, Amon, and a few random others, he had become a class ten, a Rune Artificer.
The boy who previously hadn't even known that he was an Elemental Enchanter was now something a step above that.
Though he was still an Ascendant Elite—because he had lost a large chunk of his Aether reserves during the third minor disaster— his new cyber augments more than made up for it.
No one knew exactly how much strength he gained from them, but a sharp eye could estimate by catching the faint differences in the skin on his forearms—thin patches revealing that both arms, though covered with realistic fake skin, had been mostly replaced with something stronger.
That wasn't all.
