First Grade, Class Zero!

Honestly, when Xie Xie looked at the Space-Time Dragon now, the immortal filter it came with had vanished. In its place was the image of an empty-nester old man gradually being driven insane by work.

The Space-Time Dragon cursed and muttered to itself for quite a while before it gradually remembered why it had pulled Xie Xie here.

"Cough, cough."

The Space-Time Dragon coughed twice, and in the blink of an eye, it resumed its saintly, immortal appearance, as though its earlier breakdown from being driven to the brink by work had merely been an illusion.

Only, there was now a hint of sympathy in Xie Xie's gaze when he looked at it.

The Space-Time Dragon shot him a calm glance, seemingly unwilling to further lose face over this matter, and changed the subject.

"Don't look at me like that. I merely... occasionally vent my emotions."

Xie Xie nodded like a pecking chicken.

Even so, the corners of his mouth kept rising—so even the most awesome dragons could be driven insane by work and their bosses.

Put that way, the Space-Time Authority himself was no decent boss either.

He tossed out his avatars and dumped all the work on them.

He was comfortable enough, but those avatars were truly pitiful.

Seeing Xie Xie's wildly rising lips being forcibly pressed down, the Space-Time Dragon's mouth twitched. Then, as though it had thought of something, its mood quickly brightened again.

Laugh. Go ahead and laugh.

Once you inherit my position in the future, all this crappy work, these rotten KPIs, and that annoying World Correction Force will all land on your head exactly as they are.

Then you'll have plenty to cry about.

At the thought of his wonderful future retirement, the Space-Time Dragon's mood became uncontrollably cheerful, and its dragon tail began to sway lightly.

Yet on the surface, it remained as calm as ever, not revealing a trace of its thoughts.

However, as though Xie Xie had sensed something, he suddenly sneezed violently while holding back his laughter—

"Achoo!"

He could not help rubbing his nose.

How strange. Why did he keep feeling a chill down his back, as if someone had set their sights on him?

"Anyway, I came to remind you of something."

The Space-Time Dragon spoke again.

"Some things have already changed in ways unseen. The World Correction Force may act at any time, so you need to be careful."

"Every time the World Correction Force acts, it will make things seem reasonable, so you don't need to worry about people around you becoming suspicious."

"However, as you grow stronger, the World Correction Force's suppression of you will become weaker and weaker. What once could directly ban your account will turn into merely banning your movement or skill keys."

"Alright, that's all I had to say. You may leave."

As its words fell, the Space-Time Dragon lightly flicked its tail, and a gentle yet irresistible force of Space-Time Power immediately wrapped around Xie Xie's consciousness.

Just one second before his figure completely dispersed, Xie Xie suddenly raised his head and instinctively shouted.

"Wait!"

The Space-Time Dragon paused. "What else is it?"

Xie Xie blinked, his face full of curiosity. "I just wanted to ask, the fight's already over. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The Space-Time Power around them suddenly fell still.

The Space-Time Dragon remained silent for several breaths. Even its jade-white dragon scales seemed to tighten.

The next moment, it nearly gritted out a sentence through clenched teeth.

"Because... today was finally my day off!"

Xie Xie: ...

That was rough.

Immediately afterward, Xie Xie's consciousness swayed faintly.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a pair of eyes the same color as his own.

Eastsea Academy, the principal's office.

Principal Zheng Yu sat with his fingers interlaced and pressed before his mouth, his expression grave.

"I have heard about the Class Promotion Tournament finals. Only three students were severely injured. What exactly happened?"

"Uh... Principal, the matter was actually like this..."

Long Hengxu began explaining what had happened during the finals, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"...After the match had been declared over, the former Class One students used a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and then..."

Bang!

"What?!"

Zheng Yu slammed his fist onto the desk.

"They can use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill in their First Grade year? How is that possible?!"

"Uh, Principal, the tea, the tea!" Long Hengxu hurriedly reminded him.

Only then did Zheng Yu notice that the hot tea beside him had been sent flying by his sudden blow. With a sizzle, the scalding tea splashed all over the back of the hand he had pressed against the desk.

A searing pain struck him, and Zheng Yu immediately howled.

"Waaah! It's burning me to death!"

"Oh dear, let me wipe it off for you." Long Hengxu quickly stood, pulled out a handkerchief, and handed it to Zheng Yu. He then took several tissues and wiped the water stains from the desk.

After finishing all that, Long Hengxu turned and brought over the teapot from the coffee table.

"Sigh, the actual situation is even more complicated than you imagine."

"Originally, I transferred Xie Xie to Class Five to put some pressure on the classes ahead. After all, pressure brings progress. But I never expected that boy to one-shot a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster with a single strike."

As he spoke, Long Hengxu poured Zheng Yu another cup of hot tea.

Zheng Yu held the cup in both hands and blew lightly on it. "That boy not only has Twin Martial Souls, but also Innate Full Soul Power, along with Wu Zhangkong's guidance."

"With all three combined, it isn't impossible for him to instantly defeat a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster."

"By the way, were all three injured students hurt by the Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

At that, Long Hengxu recalled what had happened in the arena again, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

"No. First, that boy Xie Xie used a Self-Created Soul Skill to withstand a blow from the Martial Soul Fusion Skill head-on. Then it was broken by a student whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass and who only had a ten-year soul ring..."

Honestly, if Long Hengxu had not witnessed it himself, even he would not have dared believe it.

"What?!"

Crack! Zheng Yu directly crushed the teacup in his hand.

"That boy is only ten years old! You're saying he created his own soul skill and even took a blow from a Martial Soul Fusion Skill head-on—that's one thing."

"But—"

"One ring? A ten-year soul ring? And he injured a two-ring Martial Soul Fusion? Are you kidding me?!"

"Principal, your hand!"

"Damn it! It's so hot! It hurts!"

After a long while, Zheng Yu stared at his bandaged, still trembling right hand and could not help sighing.

"Is that so? I see..."

"First, there was the strongest Class One, and now Class Five has produced three such geniuses as well. This year's freshmen are truly overflowing with talent."

Long Hengxu nodded. "Four two-ringed Soul Grandmasters, one Multi-Element Controller, and one remarkable student with mutated Blue Silver Grass. I believe ordinary classes may hinder the growth of these gifted students..."

Hearing that, Zheng Yu glanced at Long Hengxu. "Then, what do you want to do?"

Long Hengxu immediately straightened his back and spoke solemnly and earnestly. "I want to establish a Special Class."

"With Wu Zhangkong as its homeroom teacher, specifically to cultivate these genius students. Its name will be..."

"First Grade, Class Zero!"