In the imagination of most students at Glory Kail Academy, the Academy Head's office was undoubtedly a place shrouded in mystery.
After all, it was the workplace of a Grand Mage above LV80, one of human civilization's strongest publicly known combatants.
Naturally, the students could not help imagining it as an exquisitely elegant, solemn place steeped in wisdom.
They pictured ancient oak bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, packed with forbidden tomes bound in leather, embossed with gold lettering, and radiating magical energy.
The walls would be hung with portraits of past sages and trophies taken from powerful Monsters, while the air carried the tranquil scents of aged parchment, fine ink, and invigorating incense.
Greg, however, had visited this place in the original game and knew perfectly well that the real Academy Head's office was, if not ambiguously related to the students' romantic, reverent fantasies, then at least completely unrelated to them.
When he pushed open the carved wooden door, which looked heavy but was actually unlocked, the first scent that filled his nostrils was neither books nor incense, but the rich aroma of fermented malt.
"Clink! Clatter!"
A crisp clattering came from beneath his feet.
Greg looked down to find dozens of empty bottles scattered every which way across the polished dark wooden floor.
Like carelessly discarded rubbish, they formed a minefield anyone entering the room had to navigate carefully.
Every step threatened to knock over a few more and send them clinking.
In the center of the room stood an enormous dark wooden desk.
It was presumably intended for office work, given that its size and design certainly suited that purpose.
By now, however, it had clearly abandoned that function altogether.
Not a document, file, quill, or inkwell was anywhere to be seen on its surface. Instead, it was