Darian didn't just lift the staff — he spun it in his hand, and everyone around completely lost their minds. No one dared to believe what they were seeing.
'A single staff is this heavy? That's not good.'
Even so, inside, Darian was tense, with not a hint of joy on his face.
He had been training ever since he arrived on the planet — first in the desert, then by eating a lot of that strange fish and using the array, pushing his body to the limit. He felt he had improved a lot and believed he could reach two thousand points... but now, he was worried.
"Mr. Darian!"
Seeing Darian lost in thought, weighing the staff in his hand, Zelkov shouted, snapping him out of his trance.
Only then did he come back to his senses — and realized everyone around was completely dumbfounded.
"How is it not hard to hold? Is there something wrong with the staff? Let me see..."
Darian waved his hand and casually threw the staff.
*BOOM!*
