C510 CHAPTER510 WHAT A WASTREL

"Um... Very good!"

"So, what level are you at right now?"

Sam Moreels narrowed his eyes, focusing intently. This was what mattered most to him.

"Sixth Grade, Ten Star, Low Rank Quasi-sovereign," Uncle Moreels replied honestly.

"As expected..."

Sam sighed softly. There weren't many shortcuts in this world. If he could elevate Uncle Moreels to the pinnacle of Sixth Grade