Taking people into the Dungeon for intensive training was not actually beyond Greg's abilities.
But it would undoubtedly take a considerable amount of effort and simply was not worth it, so Greg said:
"Anyway, this idea of yours is extremely dangerous, so I suggest you give it up."
But Olivia was clearly not someone who gave up easily.
Seeing how firm Greg was, she suddenly lunged forward and clung to his leg, her voice carrying an almost tragic desperation:
"Please, Greg! As long as Glory Kail can take first place in the Five-Academy Competition just once, I really will do anything!"
Her sudden move startled Greg. He looked down at the woman clinging to his leg without a shred of dignity befitting an Academy Head, and the corner of his eye twitched.
He had intended to refuse her again, but her last sentence suddenly made him pause.
He looked down at her, a hint of scrutiny entering his gaze. "If we really take first place, you'll do anything?"
Olivia raised her head to meet his gaze and nodded solemnly. "Of course. I swear on the name of the Last Cowboy!"
Greg stared into her eyes for a moment, then slowly turned toward Luna, who had remained silent beside them. "Ah, Master, did you record that?"
Luna raised her left hand expressionlessly. In her palm, a Recording Stone glimmered with faint magical light. Then she silently gave Greg a thumbs-up.
Olivia's expression instantly froze.
"Tch, you two little shits teamed up to set me up?!"
"Can't help it. Your reputation is just that consistent."
Greg shrugged and exchanged a perfectly coordinated high five with Luna, then took the Recording Stone from her and carefully tucked it into his luggage.
Greg said, "All right, I'll reluctantly agree. So who's coming?"
Olivia sighed