Ruvian studied every line of his status screen in silence.
If an ordinary magus from this world were to compare these statistics with Julian's, they would probably think he had gone insane for even considering a fight.
There was no combination of logic, experience, or common sense that could convince anyone these attributes were capable of overcoming Julian's. Not one in a million outcomes.
And perhaps not even one in a billion.
After all, what was there to compare?
The disparity already spoke for itself!
Ruvian had only just crossed the halfway mark toward becoming a Second-Class Magus. Julian, meanwhile, stood halfway to the realm of a Grand Magus. Against such an overwhelming gulf, everything was practically meaningless — be it courage, or hope.
By every standard this world recognized, the result had already been decided all along. Even any veteran magus would arrive at the same verdict and call it unwinnable.
And yet…
Why wasn't he worried?
