With a sharp exhale, Earl glared at the brass key in his hand after he was done checking the room.
Room No. C13.
As expected, he was granted the room with poor ventilation in the entire academy, for the price of being a dormant omega in the Apocalypse Academy.
And for some reason, his body almost gave up from exhaustion.
Starting from waking up in the same bed with that bald pervert bearing his boss's face…to dealing with psychopath Zion, teaching those beta brats a lesson, and then having a fervent dispute with Mr. Stanley.
Every event kept happening one after another…making it seem as if the day was going longer than usual.
He took a quick shower and was baffled to realize even the water supply in the room was inefficient. Judging the prejudice, the Alphas must've been given a grand palace room in this academy, where he was supposed to adjust like a mere peasant.
However, Earl had a strong determination of steel.
