The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

When he heard that he was in second place and only got a bronze treasure, Ethan went crazy. He could not accept that result, nor could he accept that he was not the best alchemist out of everyone there.

Apart from him, who else could get first place and win the golden treasure? It was absurd! It was so absurd that all of the alchemists present could not accept or believe it.

Ethan continued to shout, "There must be an error! Other than myself, no one can win the golden treasure. Who could potentially be stronger than me?!"

There was only one thought in Ethan's mind at that moment. He did not want to think about anything else, or any other scenario. Ethan was someone incredibly obstinate. At that moment, he was sure that they had calculated the results wrongly. He was certain that he had actually won first place! Everyone's breaths stopped. They might not be as emotional as Ethan, but they were still filled with curiosity and disbelief.

That voice did not care about Ethan's reactions at all. It said with its usual calm tone, "The winner of the seventh group is Fane! Five thousand four hundred and thirty pill runes were at sixty percent refinement, and only a hundred and seventy pill runes were at fifty percent. His results are the best, and is

undoubtedly in first place!"

All of the alchemists there were completely stunned. Almost everyone had their mouths opened in disbelief, wondering if they had misheard. Fane was il first place? His results were so amazing as well. There were 5600 pill runes, and he had successfully refined 5430 to a sixty percent refinement rate. Only 170 of them were at fifty percent refinement.

Those results definitely put him in the first place.

That old voice had clearly announced the results of the top three places. It sounded believable, but they could not accept that Fane was in first place. They started to wonder if they were hallucinating and if everything was an illusion. Ethan widened his eyes, even forgetting to breathe.

His mouth trembled as he said,

"What did you say? Fane is in the first place? The golden treasure is Fane?! What kind of joke is this? How could he be in first place, have you not seen his badge?! He's a sixthgrade alchemist. How can a sixth-grade alchemist get the golden treasure?!"

At that moment, Ethan's mind was in disarray, wondering if he had misheard, or if he was having a nightmare. His questions were not answered. It was as if the voice refused to acknowledge him.

Ethan went even crazier at the lack of a response. He turned around violently and faced Fane, pointing at

Fane's chest.

"Just look! Look at what badge is on his chest! Even the other alchemists from the same world look down on him. He's just a crazy guy who only knows how to brag. He's just

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someone who acts strange. How can he get the golden treasure? Tell

me how?!"

Ethan's breathing got erratic as he shouted all of that. His entire body was trembling. Normally, there would be a lot of discussions after the first three places were announced, but it was incredibly quiet comparatively.

Only breathing could be heard as everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say because everything seemed too crazy.

Of the thirty alchemists present, only

Ethan was still shouting. Even if he started to lose his voice, he still got no response. He was merely left with reluctance and even morez questions in his mind. The lack of response got him even more anxious. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.