Simon did not hesitate to leave after getting the permission he wanted.
He was honestly disappointed.
Everything the instructor said might have made sense and even fooled many, but not Simon.
Lay low?
Take a step back?
Sharpen his fangs?
If it was a normal scenario, doing all of that would be wise, and he knew that.
He had done that at a brief point in his past life, and it worked.
But like he said, it would be utterly foolish of him to do such a thing when he was deprived of the resources he needed to sharpen his fangs.
With all the fame, reputation, and momentum he had, he had been able to make far more money than any slave his age and rank would.
However, even with everything he had done, he knew that he still needed more merits, more hell stones.
It was not enough.
If he decided to lay low and be forgotten, he would struggle and fight for meagre resources.
And at the end of the day, his classmates would even overtake him in the hierarchy of the class.
