How about you switch academies instead! (Seeking five-star reviews!)

The four of them arrived at the village entrance.

They happened to see a line of people, orderly registering with an old man who looked to be about sixty years old.

"Registration fee: ten Gold Soul Coins."

"Excuse me, if I fail the registration here, can I really get into the Judgment Society's academy?"

"Isn't it written clearly right there?" The old man sitting beside the dilapidated table and chairs reached out and tapped a sign standing next to him.

Shrek Benefits:

Successful applicants: The first five soul rings will be fully managed by the school's teachers, ensuring the best possible soul ring configuration for your current age.

During your time at this school, all aspects of the students' physical fitness will be fully managed by the school's professionals!

We will exert every effort to push the students' physical potential to its limit!

If you are not selected for the school, you will be issued a letter by a member of our Judgment Association: Judgment Society—Good and Evil Academy Admission Recommendation Letter.

Note: This is only a recommendation and does not guarantee admission.

"Just a recommendation? That's fine too..." The honest, burly man hesitated for a moment when he saw the last note, but he quickly made up his mind.

He glanced at the child beside him.

"For the sake of the child, I'll pay the ten Gold Soul Coins!" Gritting his teeth, the burly man handed the gold coins in his hand to the old man, feeling the sting of the cost.

"Unqualified. Here is your recommendation letter. Next." With practiced movements, he handed an envelope to the burly man with the child, then immediately beckoned for the next person.

"Thank you, Lord Soul Master!" Although he hadn't successfully enrolled, he was slightly disappointed.

However, the honest man still took the envelope and led his child away from the line. There wasn't a trace of disappointment on his face; instead, he stared at the envelope in his hand with a hint of excitement.

As the burly man pulled his child past Du Hao and the others, they could hear him saying to his child, "Kid, we've got a recommendation letter. I'll take you to the academy tonight..."

Du Hao, who had stopped to watch, looked at the parents and children leaving with their recommendation letters, an unreadable expression flashing in his eyes.

Beside him, Tang San leaned in. "Brother Hao, why do I feel like they seem really excited?"

"Don't be daft. Even if that Judgment Society is a bit hard to describe, have they ever done anything detrimental to the commoners?" Looking at the departing parents and children, Du Hao said truthfully.

He recalled the days at the academy in the past.

Teachers who used to slack off had started teaching real skills after the Judgment Society intervened.

Even the Work-Study Students who lived in Dorm Seven had seen their lives improve significantly under the Society's influence.

For an organization like this, even if their methods were a bit strict, one had to admit that they were truly a force for good.

"Ah Hao is right." Even Zhu Zhuqing, who had been standing quietly to the side, chimed in.

"At the very least, under the Judgment Society's intervention, we rarely see the kind of oppression we used to have in Nuoding City anymore."

Whenever an incident of oppression occurred, you could always see members of the Judgment Society rushing to the scene.

Their efficiency in handling matters was top-notch.

Reflecting on his memories, Tang San realized that it really did seem to be the case.

"Alright, why think so much about it?" Seeing Tang San lost in thought, Du Hao grabbed him and pulled him toward the line.

"Besides, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Thinking so much now is just a waste of brain cells. Hurry up and get in line."

"Don't you see? The line is getting longer." He pointed toward the crowd continuously pouring in from outside the window.

If they dawdled any longer, they probably wouldn't even get to register by tonight.

Just as they finished lining up, the crowd merging in behind them followed suit with tacit understanding.

Before long, the line stretched all the way outside the village.

Looking at the endless line behind them, Tang San wiped his forehead, looking a bit embarrassed. "How long is this going to take? Why are there so many people?"

"Who cares? We'll be up soon anyway," Du Hao said nonchalantly, holding Xiao Wu, who was standing in line ahead of him.

He was slightly surprised by the situation, but not overly so.

After all, with him—the founder of the Judgment Society—present, he had long since grown accustomed to the ripples caused by these butterflies.

"Brother Hao, isn't Shrek's admission standard a bit too high?" Tang San asked in a low voice, frowning.

Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen someone around his own age, whose Soul Power had already reached level 20, get rejected.

"Why do you care so much?" Du Hao, standing in front of him and continuously rubbing Xiao Wu's rabbit-like cheeks, said casually.

"Maybe they didn't even want to enroll in the first place and just came for the recommendation letter?"

Xiao Wu, whose face was being rubbed incessantly, took the opportunity to break free from Du Hao's claws.

She turned her head to look at Tang San behind her and said righteously, "San, be confident. With our levels, getting into this academy should be a breeze, right?"

As she spoke, she patted the black-clad girl in front of her... "Sister Zhuqing, don't you think I'm right?"

"Mm..." came the cold, clear response.

"Alright, enough fooling around." He reached out, pinned the rabbit head back down, and began rubbing it vigorously.

"Wuwuwu~" Xiao Wu immediately quieted down.

And so, the line moved forward at a slow pace.

By the time it was their group's turn, not a single person from the line ahead had managed to qualify for enrollment.

"Hurry up, ten Gold Soul Coins for the registration fee." The old man's urging voice came from the front, and he had already pulled out that letter of recommendation.

Clearly, the motion had become muscle memory.

"Here!" Du Hao, who had cut in front of Zhu Zhuqing, pulled out 40 Gold Soul Coins and placed them on the table, paying for the three people behind him as well.

The two women behind him took this for granted.

Even Tang San looked calm. Among the four, he was the poorest, having spent a long time forging hidden weapons.

He currently owed Du Hao who knows how many tens of thousands of gold coins.

One could say he was so deep in debt that he no longer felt the weight of it.

"Extend your hand." The practiced old man said, well-versed in the routine.

"Here." Du Hao smiled and extended his hand; he was about to pull a stunt on the old man before him.

"Age qualified... wait!" The old man, who had been indifferent just a moment ago, instantly widened his eyes! It was as if he had detected something inconceivable.

As if unable to believe it, he closed his eyes again to sense carefully once more.

Finally, he withdrew his hand, trembling, and looked at the youth before him in disbelief: "Twenty... twenty-ninth level?"

After a long moment, the old man stood up abruptly: "Are you sure you want to join our academy?

Why don't you go to the Judgment Society's Good and Evil Academy instead! I have a recommendation spot for it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere shifted drastically!

The old man grabbed Du Hao's hand tightly: "Our academy truly isn't worthy of you!

I have a Judgment Society deacon token; if you take this, you can enroll directly..."

By the end, his tone was somewhat agitated.

"In short, please don't come to our academy! You would be wasting your talent here!!!"