"Ah?"
Yi Chen looked at the nail number in his hand that had received a bye and was slightly dazed.
I remember that when I was still human, my Luck attribute—which couldn't be increased—was only 3. Could it be that their Luck was lower than mine, or that my Luck had somehow increased without me noticing?
But...
It was also possible that their Luck was actually higher than mine. After all, becoming the First Gentleman wasn't necessarily a lucky thing. If they expended too much energy in the first round, their chances of winning the final match would decrease. Perhaps not becoming the First Gentleman could, from a certain perspective, be considered luckier.
Either way, it suited me perfectly. After all, I wanted to become the First Gentleman.
I could avoid expending stamina while learning about these people's abilities and strength in advance, especially...
At that moment, the First Gentleman spoke.
"The first round of the cortical duel will be held between the two people who drew Number 1. Everyone else, please temporarily withdraw to the spectator stands."
With a single leap, Yi Chen arrived beside Principal Deslin and Professor Chamberson.
The Gentleman's Attire slid out of his suitcase on its own. As he changed seamlessly, it also produced a leather seat, which fit perfectly between the two of them.
Because the spectator stands had limited space, the Principal's raised thigh left her lower leg slightly touching Yi Chen's leg, as if hinting at a massage. However, there were too many people here, so he did not offer on his own.
The Principal's voice came from beside his ear:
"William, what happened during the previous 'Skin Sense' assessment? Did you deliberately wait until the thirty-minute limit before coming out, or was there some other reason... And why did so much