[Your trainees have won!]

[The semi-finals is a three match, two victory system.]

[If you win the next game, you will reach the finals.]

[You must win by an overwhelming gap to earn additional experience.]

[Your level has risen.]

“Um, it works very well.”

Park Muyeol turned off the Magic Power Hair-Clipper in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. He opened the status window and saw he was level 5. He invested everything into strength and he could see Momori’s head exploding in anger in the distance. He must be furious.

“Dammit!”

Momori briefly reprimanded his trainees and started to distribute potions. As expected, he was once again using a shortcut.

‘It is like this. It is another buff potion.’

Park Muyeol had already expected it. There was no law that the same shortcut couldn’t be used twice. However, he should’ve looked at people well. Park Muyeol walked toward the group. “Everyone, listen quietly. As expected, he is using a buff potion.”

“Che. I thought he would do so.”

“He doesn’t know how to be fair and honest.”

They spoke as...