"For his unrivaled performance… For reaching S-Rank merely three days after awakening… For killing an actual S-Rank beast alone… For demonstrating bypass capability against existence-level restrictions… Bruce Ackerman is hereby granted the title, The Anomaly of the Adventurer Guild."
Gasps erupted at once, small, broken sounds of disbelief. But the moment Bale spoke the words S-Rank, the last bit of color drained from the recruits' faces. Some staggered. Some covered their mouths. Some looked moments away from collapsing.
"The Anomaly…"
"They gave him that title…?"
"That's a continental-level honor…"
"I wonder how the former holder would feel…"
"Are you stupid? Bruce deserves it."
"You're ignoring the insane part, he's already S-Rank. I thought he was just a monster because of talent, but he actually levels like this in real life…?"
"Sigh… What can we do…"
Bale lifted another pouch, this one glowing faintly with contained mana.
He placed it into Bruce's hand.
