Pop pop pop…

A ton of items and equipment erupted from Ochil’s body and littered the floor as his HP hit zero. However, despite his failing knees, the man managed to keep his eyes open and his body upright as he cursed, "The dignity of the War God Academy will not be violated. You may have beaten me, but you’ll never be able to defeat my teacher, boy!"

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I sat next to Ochil’s body and examined the loot at leisure. I didn’t even activate Dark Pupils because we were inside an instance, meaning that there was no need to check for lurking assassins. Instances were dynamically-generated independent shards of reality, just for you. No one except us could enter. For example, Warsky’s party was currently fighting in a separate instance of the War God Academy right now. I wonder how they are doing.

The four girls surrounded me as I flipped the boss up and down to make sure that I didn’t miss any loot. For the first boss of the S3 instance, Ochil was quite the generous giver. He had given us 5 pieces of equipment in total: a fiery helmet, a steaming pair of wristguards...