"It's 999 spiritual hertz," the old man announced, standing up in dumbfoundedness.
"This... this is impossible."
"Even natural-born people who've been steadily accumulating spiritual hertz shouldn't have this much."
"Yeah, unless they're nobles who use strange methods to artificially boost their spiritual hertz."
"Even then, he looks so handsome and young, could he be one of those fallen nobles from the stories?"
As whispers spread, a woman nearby blushed after locking eyes with Grey, now the center of attention.
"Isn't that the handsome guy from the library?"
Murmurs echoed through the crowd like wildfire. In an instant, the entire coliseum erupted into noise.
The old man frowned as he surveyed the chaotic scene. With a wave of his hand, a small grimoire floated out of his pocket.
The pages turned on their own, and he pulled out a quill, beginning to write upon it.
"Shut the fuck up."
