Even if a Person is Stupid, at Nine Years Old, Their Secondary Profession Should Be Level Two, Right? [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

On the playground, Yu Zhen had already begun his speech, though Xiao Mu's mind was elsewhere, automatically recalling a voice from a small tavern.

The gist of it was simple: the winning class of the first year would no longer participate in the subsequent Class Promotion Tournament, and the first-year rankings would be adjusted according to the tournament rules.

Zero Class was established.

It currently consisted of eight members.

Xiao Mu, Na'er, Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.

Wu Zhangkong was appointed as the homeroom teacher for Zero Class.

As the speech concluded, the crowd dispersed.

"Will the students of the first-year Zero Class please remain."

Yu Zhen's voice drifted down from the podium; it was not loud, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Once the words faded, the eight of them did not linger, heading immediately to the dean's office.

As the wooden door pushed open, Yu Zhen sat upright behind his desk, his gaze sweeping over the eight young men and women standing in a row.

Yu Zhen: "I called you here to finalize the arrangements for Zero Class. Did you all hear the announcements made on the playground clearly?"

"No need for you to repeat yourself," Xiao Mu replied bluntly.

"Then sign these agreements."

Yu Zhen's wrist flicked lightly, and a stack of densely packed papers landed in his palm, which he distributed to the eight students one by one.

They reached out to take them, their eyes scanning the pages. The three large characters at the top were clear: Agreement Document.

The terms were straightforward, stating that the signatories voluntarily bound themselves to East Sea Academy until the completion of all studies in the Intermediate and Advanced Divisions, with no unauthorized transfers allowed.

Xiao Mu scanned the lines briefly, then turned to leave with Na'er.

"With this trashy agreement, I think I'll just withdraw my funding. You didn't even invite me to the board meeting yesterday."

Yu Zhen's heart sank. He had forgotten—there was an ancestor here.

It had been clearly agreed that he wouldn't interfere much with school affairs, so why was he flipping the table now? He hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"Xiao Mu, no—little ancestor. This matter can be discussed."

Xiao Mu did not stop walking. "There's nothing to discuss. The board of directors pushed me out, so I don't recognize this restrictive agreement."

Yu Zhen softened his tone. "How about this? I'll draft a new version for the two of you right now."

He dared not delay, quickly pulling out blank sheets of paper and scribbling away with his pen. Within moments, two brand-new documents were handed to Xiao Mu and Na'er.

The other six looked over curiously, only to be stunned by the contents. This new agreement was completely free of binding clauses; they were free to come and go, could transfer at any time without the academy's interference, and would still receive their full allocation of resources. There were no restrictive terms whatsoever.

After all, whether or not Yu Zhen could keep his position as dean was entirely up to Xiao Mu's power to appoint or dismiss.

He was far more ruthless than the other board members.

Xie Xie couldn't help but lean in for a closer look. "Dean, isn't this restriction a bit too loose?"

Yu Zhen gave a bitter smile. "With this one, being tight doesn't work at all. I still want to keep my job as dean, you know."

Xiao Mu finished reading the terms one by one, his expression softening slightly.

Yu Zhen probed cautiously, "Are the terms to your liking now? Can you sign?"

Xiao Mu pinched the paper with his fingertips and replied faintly, "It's barely acceptable."

Na'er stood to the side, quietly taking her own copy. Her gaze remained fixed on Xiao Mu; she would sign whenever he did.

Wu Zhangkong stood silently to the side, contemplating just how vast Xiao Mu's background truly was.

Yet, deep down, he was still thinking about Shrek Academy.

But what was this Xiao Mu creature? Why would he need the Holy Spirit Cult to go to Shrek Academy? He could blow Shrek Academy to pieces all by himself.

He was very eager to find a suitable venue to conduct fission or fusion experiments, and Shrek Academy was perfect—it had plenty of familiar faces and was the most vibrant city in the Federation's future, bar none.

The most terrifying part was that Xiao Mu was currently researching bunker-busting missiles, intending to pierce five hundred meters deep into the earth.

The Tang Sect's basement was exactly five hundred meters deep, and Xiao Mu possessed the coordinates of the glorious Tang Sect. His artificial intelligence, Zero, had already unknowingly infiltrated the Tang Sect's database during its learning process and would soon know every single coordinate.

Now, Xiao Mu only needed to perfect the trajectory and finish developing the bunker-busting missile.

Right, he still needed the Ghost Emperor's super-assistance.

This was a man who carried everything on his shoulders.

For the sake of the Federation, please, Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect, go to your deaths.

The next day, the first-year Zero Class of East Sea Academy was officially established.

This time, Wei Xiaofeng signed as well. Of course, this was after he had thought it over repeatedly and decided to cling tightly to Xiao Mu's thigh.

If this monster could beat up the captain of the East Sea Mecha Brigade and suffer no consequences, then he absolutely had to cling on for dear life.

The sky over East Sea City was very dark, but his future was bright.

The treatment of Zero Class students differed from that of ordinary students; their classroom was moved to a separate, spacious room, and their dormitories were adjusted as well.

Instead of four people to a room, each student had their own, identical to the dorms provided for regular teachers.

Xiao Mu and Na'er sat together, Wei Xiaofeng leaned against Xiao Mu, Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi sat together, and Tang Wulin and Xie Xie sat together.

Gu Yue, meanwhile, isolated herself from everyone else.

Wu Zhangkong walked into the classroom with a cold expression, stood in the center, and swept his gaze across the faces of the eight students.

"Starting today, I will be the one teaching you."

"Today, we will first lay a foundation—"

As he spoke, he wrote two characters on the blackboard behind him: Mecha.

"Teacher, isn't this a bit too early?" Zhang Yangzi asked in shock.

According to traditional teaching methods, the primary department of an intermediate soul master academy was for six years of foundational training, and knowledge regarding mechas was only introduced in the advanced department.

Wu Zhangkong coughed twice to bring everyone back to their senses. "Alright, let's listen to the lecture."

"This time, it will be an explanation of basic knowledge and the evolutionary history of mechas. Most importantly, you must choose your secondary profession."

"Based on the manufacturing process of mechas, or rather, Battle Armor, the secondary professions are divided into Blacksmith, Mecha Designer, Mecha Manufacturer, and Mecha Repairer."

Among them, the Battle Armor designed by a Mecha Designer has the highest compatibility with the user themselves. Since they draw the Battle Armor blueprints by hand, no one understands their own martial soul better than they do. The combat power of the Battle Armor depends largely on the degree of matching between the martial soul and the Battle Armor.

Mecha Manufacturer: Specializes in engraving the soul guidance core arrays of Battle Armor. The work consists mainly of repetitive copying and practice. Of the four professions, it has the highest initial expenses, requiring a massive amount of materials for practice. The threshold for capital requirements is high, and it is difficult to see returns early on. It is a type that requires long-term accumulation and relies on proficiency to build a foundation.

Mecha Repairer: Tends toward logistics and support. They do not need to participate in the entire Battle Armor creation process and have a minor role during the production stage. They need to thoroughly master the basic knowledge of both design and manufacturing. Their core function is to troubleshoot and repair damage when the Battle Armor and martial soul are fused. It is steady, the difficulty of getting started is moderate, and the competitive pressure is relatively small. To be precise, not many people choose it.

Finally, there is the Blacksmith, which is the most talent-dependent of the four professions. The mid-stage investment costs are extremely high, and most people are trapped at the Spirit Refinement level for their entire lives. The forging level corresponds to the Battle Armor grade: Thousand Refinement for one-word, Spirit Refinement for two-word, Soul Refinement for three-word, and Heavenly Refinement for four-word.

Once one reaches the seventh-rank Saint Craftsman level, they will be fought over by all major forces.

Finally, Wu Zhangkong's gaze turned to Tang Wulin. "Among you, there is already someone who has made a choice regarding their secondary profession and has already reached the second rank."

Everyone was surprised, but Xiao Mu added a comment that offended the entire group: "No matter how slow someone is, at nine years old, their secondary profession should at least be second rank, right?"