College Student

The next moment, Berg's face flushed crimson as if blood had rushed into it, while the surrounding villagers stared at him with envy bordering on jealousy.

To be granted a surname by the Prince of a superpower—what an immense honor that was for a commoner! Even in their dreams, they would not have dared imagine such a thing.

Slap! Berg gave himself a fierce slap across the face. This time, the one who struck him was none other than himself.

Reality was simply too wonderful, making him wonder whether this was some sweet dream he had had that afternoon.

But the searing pain in his face told him that this was truly real.

This incomparably noble Prince was truly willing to take him in as an attendant and had even bestowed a surname upon him.

Berg could only count himself fortunate that, when he had been hunting in the forest that day and saw someone under siege, a sudden burst of kindness had prompted him to fire an extraordinary arrow. That was what had led to this dreamlike encounter.

"Creator above, gods above, I, Berg Chu, hereby swear an oath—" After calming down, Berg steadied his emotions and spoke loudly once more.

"From this day onward, I shall serve Prince Mingyu Xia as my liege, and I shall be his loyal attendant, his Hunting Dog."

"Whether the road ahead is filled with thorns or wildfire, I shall follow in his footsteps. With my life, my bow, and my soul, I shall protect his glory and dignity until the end of my life."

Berg's voice grew louder and louder, carrying an almost fanatical devotion.

"I swear that no matter what enemy I face, no matter what hardship I encounter, I shall stand at your side and use my flesh and blood to shield you from every blade and swordsman."

"Your enemies are my enemies. Your ideals are my ideals. Whether your demands are just or unjust, reasonable or unreasonable, I shall exhaust everything I have to fulfill them."

"If I betray this oath, may the Sun God scorch my body, the God of Thunder strike my soul, and the God of Earth split open a deep ravine to swallow my resting place."

Berg's voice trembled slightly. He slowly lowered his head until his forehead nearly touched the ground, his voice low yet increasingly clear.

"Prince Mingyu, please accept my loyalty."

"I accept your loyalty, and I believe in your oath. I promise that from this day onward, I shall protect your safety and illuminate your path to becoming strong."

Xian said softly, giving Berg's shoulder two heavy pats.

The path to becoming strong. His liege still remembered what he had said when I first pledged myself to him! Berg's heart warmed. He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes shining brightly.

Just as he was about to thank his liege once more for his generosity, he saw white light suddenly rise above the other man's head.

Behind the lengthy label, "Heir to a Kingdom of 1.4 Billion Citizens," another new label gradually condensed.

"My liege, your profession has successfully formed!" Berg exclaimed in delight.

Even without Berg telling him, Xian had already sensed the changes in his body.

His body seemed to have become lighter, and waves of coolness flowed through his mind. His entire body felt as comfortable as though he were soaking in an open-air hot spring.

"Berg, I'm heading back first."

Xian, who had originally wanted to pressure Berg a little more, hurriedly ran toward the wooden cabin.

He could not wait to see what his profession was and what abilities it had brought him, because that would directly determine whether his future journey in the Seven Rings World would be on hard mode or heaven mode.

If he got lucky and received some absurdly overpowered profession like Transmigrator or Fool, he could practically play the rest of the game with his feet.

After Xian left, the villagers, who had long been unable to contain their excitement, surrounded Berg.

"Good lad, the gods really favor you! You made a mistake, yet His Highness still took you in as an attendant and even gave you a surname. It's more unbelievable than the tales sung by bards!"

"Hey, hey, don't forget our village once you make it big. Remember to come back and visit often."

"You must never forget His Highness's kindness. If you ever dare betray His Highness, don't blame me for refusing to acknowledge you as my brother anymore!"

The villagers chattered around Berg, and some even lifted him high into the air.

At that moment, Robert slowly walked toward Berg. Seeing this, the villagers all made way for him.

"Does it still hurt?" Robert looked at Berg, covered in injuries, and sighed softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Not one bit!"

Berg grinned, revealing a radiant smile on his battered face.

Though his body hurt, the boundless joy in his heart had long since drowned out that pain.

"Ugh..." Robert's eyebrows twitched at the sight of him like this.

"I hit you that hard just now. Do you hate me?"

"If not for that beating from you, Uncle Robert, my liege might not have taken me in. I can't thank you enough!" Berg could not help but burst into laughter.

"Have some dignity!"

Robert glared fiercely at Berg. Only then did Berg cough a few times and return to his usual cold, calm appearance.

"Berg, remember this. No matter what happens in the future, no matter what reason you have, never disobey your liege's orders again," Robert instructed.

"Mm, I will!" Berg said firmly.

"And if His Highness hits you in the future, no matter how hard he hits, you must not dodge, just as you did when I hit you today."

"And if anyone dares insult His Highness, you must be the first to step forward and kill him."

After giving him a long list of instructions, Robert looked at Berg, who still wore a resolute expression without the slightest hint of impatience, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Today, our village has resolved its crisis, and such a joyous event has happened as well. Tonight, bring out all the supplies we have in the village. Let's hold the grandest bonfire feast in Fruit Basket Village's history!"

Robert waved his hand spiritedly, seeming to regain the vitality of his younger days.

"Long live the village chief!!"

"Ohoho! We get to drink some Red Fruit Wine!"

The villagers' cheers nearly lifted the entire Old Oak Tree into the air.

Meanwhile, inside the wooden cabin.

Xian stared blankly at his reflection in the water vat, his expression bewildered.

Even if someone beat him to death, he would never have imagined that this was the profession he would obtain!

In the water vat's reflection, behind the line of white text reading "Heir to 1.4 Billion Citizens," another line of white text had appeared—"College Student."

"Although professions are supposed to be a summary of one's past life, isn't this profession a little too abstract?" Xian's mouth twitched.

He did not really care what profession he had. What he cared about was what sort of wondrous abilities it could grant him, preferably combat-related abilities like those of a knight or Hunter.

But when he thought of the average physical fitness test scores he had seen before transmigrating, Xian had the urge to plunge headfirst into the water vat.

"Forget it. Let's look at the abilities first."

Xian sighed and focused his gaze on the "College Student" label.

Gradually, two more lines of text appeared beneath the label.

Clear and Foolish: When meeting someone for the first time, you will find it easier to gain their favor.

Absent-mindedness: You can empty your mind and let your body take over your movements.

Huh, can a Mortal Rank profession have two abilities too?

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