If he had maintained his current walking speed, it would take him around forty hours to reach the tundra.
With the idea in his mind, he took out his phone and contacted Sander.
"Hey, do I not get some points for such a good thing which I did?
"You're the judge now, you should have the ability to grant points, right?"
It didn't take long for his reply to arrive.
"Brat, that was cheeky.
"However, as far as I know, none of the students were going to be threatened anyway. So whatever you did, it didn't have anything to do with the tournament."
That sucks, I was hoping it would work. Well, I can keep trying.
"But I did it for humanity. You can't say that the loss of Guardian Sol would have nothing to do with humanity, right?"
Sander: "Again, it has nothing to do with the tournament. Brat, you'll get a reward specifically for that later, stop looking for a way to cheat."
Eryndor harrumphed in annoyance.
