Initially, he thought he would be sought after quickly, but three days had passed, and the number of people coming and going here had become increasingly scarce. However, the Academy had never made any public statement. The bombing of the classroom of class C2 seemed to have ended just like this, with the rebuilding process silently underway.

Han Jin hadn't attended class for three days, thinking to respond to changes in a constant way. Yet, not to mention the troublemakers, he hadn't even seen the fat man who was about to be discharged from the hospital.

As for the person Bai Yuan promised to send to teach him World Language, there had been no news. Han Jin thought it might be because his aura was too strong, and for the time being, no one dared to come near him.

He had to self-study in the end. It's no way just waiting here, he thought. He decided to go to the academy library. If he still couldn't, he would learn the script by eating dictionaries, a primitive method.

However, he would not easily use this method, for there were instances of diarrhea before, and the taste of ink also made him feel uncomfortable.

But fortunately, the numbers were still the same as those five years ago, which had a much greater impact than changing the script.

Recently, Han Jin's left eye always felt slightly swollen. He had fought numerous hunters and self-proclaimed heroes, and after defeating them, he had collected their weapons and tools to some extent as souvenirs, all hidden in his eyes.

The bricks were gone, Han Jin had to choose another slightly more handy weapon. Now was not like before, he didn't need to use any weapon before, he relied solely on his ability to fight his enemies. But now he couldn't use his abilities casually. Otherwise, if recognized, he would inevitably cause upheaval in the world again, which was not his intention.

After searching in his eye for a long time, although swords were the most, Han Jin had never been handy with these weapons. In the end, his attention fell on a blood-red alloy gauntlet.

The Tyrant's Gauntlet, an ability weapon forged from a fusion of more than a dozen memory elements and Inferno alloy. Its shape was like a large metal glove, its five fingers were sharp claws. When worn, it could amplify one's strength and speed, and the intense heat it contained could directly melt steel. It was an extremely high-end treasure.

Han Jin still remembered the owner of the gauntlet was a five-star platinum level ability hunter who, unfortunately, was excessively reckless and was reduced to nothing by a slap from Han Jin.

To be honest, even Han Jin himself couldn't remember clearly how many S-level heroes and hunters died by his hand. Maybe ten, maybe a hundred.

But Han Jin knew very well that the other party's purpose for finding him was not simple, everyone had their own calculations. But Han Jin didn't care about these, whoever came to trouble him, he would simply kill them.

Han Jin put on the bloody gauntlet, a warm flow transmitted from his hand to all parts of his body. Han Jin felt light, as if the gravitational pull of Earth had been significantly reduced.

Without using his abilities, he should be able to easily kill a B-level superhuman with this gauntlet.

Han Jin put away the bloody gauntlet, he would probably have to rely on it for some time in the future.

After skipping class for three consecutive days, there was no news from the class teacher. This was definitely the style of Hero Academy. But he figured he should show up today. The fat man should be discharged from the hospital by now.

Han Jin walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a playful young girl named Mikan wearing a duckbill hat and ultra-short white denim shorts.

When Mikan saw Han Jin, she smiled cheerfully: "Hey, I was just going to knock on the door, and you opened it voluntarily. We really do have a tacit understanding."

"Tacit understanding my foot, get out of my way." Han Jin pushed her aside, closed the door, and walked downstairs on his own.

What is she doing here again, Han Jin was very speechless, dealing with this type of girl was not his forte.

Mikan quickly caught up with Han Jin: "You couldn't possibly be gay, right? A pretty girl is waiting for you outside, and this is your attitude?"

"I'm not familiar with you, but you, what are you doing hanging around me for no reason, who knows what you're up to." Han Jin quickened his pace, trying to shake Mikan off.But the other party had an unexpectedly good stamina and kept following closely behind: "Don't walk so fast. I really don't have any other intentions. I'm just curious about a few things and wanted to ask."

"Don't find me. I don't know anything." Han Jin slowed down deliberately, walking ahead with his hands on his head, choosing to ignore outrightly, he always thought this guy was up to no good.

Suddenly, Mi Juzi quickly walked up to Han Jin, grabbed one of his hands, and stuffed something into it.

Han Jin felt the item to be somewhat soft and smooth, and there was also a faint fresh orange fragrance and a bit of warmth on it.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to call you a pervert." It was then that Han Jin saw clearly that he was holding a purple lace-trimmed women's underwear in his hand.

Mi Juzi, at this time, was grinning maliciously. Han Jin got a headache, "Who's the pervert here, and what the hell is this?!"

"My panties, these are the flavoured panties I wore yesterday." Mi Juzi said blatantly, completely shameless, "Now that you've taken my underwear, if I shout, you're sure to become the centre of attention."

Han Jin was so angry that he became amused, he chuckled, "What exactly do you want to do?"

At this moment, no matter how much he explained, others would definitely not believe him. To be honest, he didn't believe that there would be such a "shameless" girl.

"I came to ask you a few questions. If you answer me, I will definitely not keep pestering you." After that, Mi Juzi pulled out a notepad and pen from her metal bracelet.

"Go ahead and ask whatever you want." Han Jin sighed with resignation. He knew he shouldn't have gone out today.

"First question, what is your level of ability?" Mi Juzi inquired professionally, only then did Han Jin remember that she was a member of the news department.

"Triple S, I guess." Han Jin replied tersely, pretending to be serious. Upon hearing his response, Mi Juzi glanced up at him and then wrote down some key words in her notes. Han Jin could vaguely see the letters "mdzz."

"Second question, can you disclose what your ability is?" When asking these questions, Mi Juzi seemed like a completely different person, extremely serious, which surprised Han Jin.

However, revealing abilities can just be non-committal: "Just enhancing some strength, speed, and damage resistance. That's it."

"Third question, are you... really a 'gay'?" When she asked the question, Mi Juzi reverted to her previous demeanor, but there was a trace of smugness in her eyes.

"Your grandpa's gay. I'm a regular guy, thank you." But for some reason, when emphasizing the words "regular guy," Han Jin's heart twitched fiercely.

"Don't be angry, I'm done joking." Mi Juzi quickly put on a ingratiating smile, "Actually, I wanted to ask why you're content with being stuck at E-level."

Han Jin glanced at her indifferently: "My purpose here is complicated and difficult to explain in a short time. But for me, whether it's E-level or B-Level, it makes no difference."

Mi Juzi stared blankly at Han Jin for a few seconds, seemingly pondering about something but soon, she recovered and said, "Alright then, one last question, am I cute?"

"You do look cute," Han Jin nodded, but he immediately added, "Such a shame, you're a pervert."