Asher could be seen lying on the bed on his side, a small blanket draped lazily across his frame. The luxurious comfort of the room was a far cry from what he had been accustomed to within the Wargrave estate.
At the same time, it made perfect sense.
Why would the Star Academy expend vast amounts of funding on accommodations for individuals who had not even proven themselves worthy by passing the entrance examination?
It would have been a monumental waste of resources. Some of the candidates would only remain for a single day, and the moment they failed, they would be teleported away, leaving behind the fleeting taste of what they could never claim. For such people, the Academy had no reason to go beyond the bare minimum.
Some might not even spend another hour within this Separate Dimension once their failure was confirmed.
Suddenly, something stirred Asher's consciousness from the endless abyss known as sleep.
[Host, wake up. It is already 6:30 a.m]
