Traffic, Traffic

Hahaha!

The loud laughter all around made Wang Shu flush bright red, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Everyone else could summon flames after inputting the Fire Element Formula. Why did it not work when it came to him?

They all had the same setup. There was no difference in their Lieyang Divinity Genes.

Could it be a problem with me? No, could Pan Zhen, that old bastard, have fooled my dad?

But after taking that pill, he really had suffered so badly he wished he were dead. It had lasted a full half year, and he had nearly died.

Although Pan Zhen was Old Dad's sworn enemy, he would not go so far as to harm him, would he?

The Lieyang Clan was already dwindling in number. He was one of the future pillars of the Lieyang Clan, one of its promising flowers. Shouldn't they be nurturing him with care?

Fortunately, Wang Shu was not alone. He immediately contacted 001. "001, what is going on with me?"

"The host's original physique was that of an ordinary person. Although you successfully fused with the Lieyang Gene, your innate conditions caused incompatibility. That is why you cannot input the Fire Element Formula."

With 001's explanation, Wang Shu finally understood. He had not expected that the problem would ultimately lie with himself.

To put it simply, it was like installing the latest Windows 10 system on a Nokia. If a Nokia's hardware could run Windows 10, that would be a miracle.

The fact that he could still conjure a wisp of gray smoke out of thin air showed that his hardware was not completely terrible.

Wang Shu consoled himself inwardly and could not help asking, "001, can you solve this problem?"

"Of course. As a super-intelligent brain standing at the pinnacle of the Multiverse Pyramid, I need only optimize your Lieyang Gene and make it compatible with the host's physique. Then this problem will naturally be resolved."

Although 001's voice was mechanical, its smug pride was unmistakable.

"Then solve it. What are you waiting for?" Wang Shu asked.

"Optimizing the Lieyang Gene requires 1,000 traffic points. The host's balance is insufficient, so optimization cannot proceed.

However, the host can obtain traffic points by learning technological knowledge and acquiring rare items." 001's mechanical voice replied.

"Sure enough, it was not that simple. Traffic, traffic... I never thought I'd get screwed over by it in this life."

Wang Shu let out a long sigh, suddenly wishing the Lieyang Clan had a service hall.

After leaving his consciousness space, the surrounding laughter continued, especially from the little group led by Princess Reina, whose attitude was particularly nasty.

The moonlit girl Di Anna and the green-skinned boy Brand merely wore strange expressions, with no other obvious reaction.

Dean Liu Fang did not look down on Wang Shu for failing to produce flames. As a teacher, he had to set an example, and he sternly said:

"What are you laughing at? Is this funny? Such unruly behavior is unbecoming of gods.

Reina, Pan Sen, the two of you will copy the Fire Element Derivation Formula ten times. If you do not finish, you will remain at the academy today."

"What!"

Little Leina cried out as she looked at the densely packed symbols and letters on the light screen. She felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, and her head began to ache.

If she had to copy it ten times, when would she ever finish?

Pan Sen hunched his head down, deeply afraid of Dean Liu Fang.

Especially the teaching rod in the dean's hand. Rumor had it that even divine bodies would howl after being struck with it.

That was what his father had told him before he started school.

"Wang Shu, your Wang family had been ordinary people for generations. Only in your generation was a Divinity Gene implanted.

Your genes are far less stable than those of the royal family, but with more practice, controlling Flame Power will not be difficult."

Liu Fang spoke calmly. At that moment, he carried himself with the air of a grandmaster.

Wang Shu was filled with admiration. A dean was indeed a dean; he had seen through Wang Shu's problem at a glance.

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean." Wang Shu stood up and bowed respectfully. The kindness of teaching and dispelling confusion was among the greatest of favors.

"Mm." Dean Liu Fang nodded slightly, indicating that he was teachable.

The rest of the time was spent practicing the Fire Element Derivation Formula. Unfortunately, Wang Shu could only produce a small puff of smoke in his hand for now. As for flames, they remained nowhere in sight.

Reina and Pan Sen had it worse, slumped over their desks as they copied the Fire Element Formula as punishment. Dean Liu Fang stood beside them with his teaching rod, supervising them sternly.

Wang Shu estimated that copying it once required around two hundred and fifty symbols. Ten times meant two thousand five hundred.

For six-year-old Reina and Pan Sen, a workload of two thousand five hundred was no small ordeal. It would be enough to make them remember this lesson for quite some time.

Naturally, they could not keep deriving and using the Fire Element Formula in the classroom. To master the skill quickly,

Dean Liu Fang had Wang Shu, Di Anna, and Brand practice in the courtyard.

Watching Diana and Brand use flames with such ease, Wang Shu could not help feeling deeply envious.

This only strengthened his determination to work hard and earn traffic points!

Perhaps because of their personalities, or perhaps for other reasons, the three of them practiced the entire time without saying a single word.

The day passed quickly. By evening, when school was over, Old Dad Wang Mou was already waiting expectantly at the academy entrance.

While Reina and Pan Sen still had their heads down, copying formulas as punishment, Diana packed her things and prepared to leave. Brand, however, left together with Dean Liu.

"Good son, how was your first day of school?" As Wang Shu reached the entrance, Wang Mou waved and called out loudly.

Though he was the head of the civil officials, Wang Mou was easygoing and forthright by nature. He hated evil, had none of the airs expected of a high official, and was very approachable.

Seeing this, Wang Shu could not help curling his lips. He walked up to Wang Mou and said irritably, "Old Dad, this is an academy. Keep your voice down."

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to Shu'er!" Wang Mou agreed repeatedly, vigorously rubbing Wang Shu's head with his large hand.

Wang Shu pushed Wang Mou's hand away and said, "Old Dad, stop touching my head all the time. You're messing up my hair."

"My hair?" Wang Mou looked puzzled.

Just then, Diana slowly walked out, dressed in a white gown like a little fairy.

Wang Mou saw her, then looked at his own exceptionally handsome son, and immediately understood.

Di Anna was cold by nature. Although she was walking in Wang Shu's direction, she clearly had no intention of greeting him.

"See you tomorrow." Just as they were about to pass each other, Wang Shu inexplicably said it.

Di Anna paused, seemingly not expecting Wang Shu to say that. But she immediately recovered and continued on her way.

After she had gone far away, Wang Mou looked at Wang Shu with a suggestive expression and laughed. "Shu'er, whose daughter is that? She's quite pretty, a proper little beauty."

"Hehe!"

Like father, like son, and likewise, a son knew his father well. Wang Shu gave an indifferent smile and walked ahead on his own.

"This brat!"

Wang Mou shook his head and hurried after him. He dearly loved his son.

"Shu'er, did you learn anything at the academy today?"

"See for yourself."

Without even turning around, Wang Shu extended his little hand. A cloud of murky gray smoke slowly drifted out from his palm.

"Wow, amazing! Your little hand can actually smoke! Haha, truly my son!" Wang Mou's voice carried far down the street.

Hearing that, Wang Shu covered his face and quickened his pace.

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