Senior

Star Country.

On the morning of September 2nd, the self-improvement training holiday ended, every university in Gala City officially began classes, and a new batch of bewildered freshmen arrived.

In truth, school had started yesterday, but second-years had no classes on the first day, and their class hours had been reduced to twenty hours a week, an average of ten classes per week.

By third year, that was reduced even further to three classes a week, and as long as you became a Silver Arcanist by the end of third year, it didn't matter if you skipped class for the entire year. Fourth year had no classes at all. The school merely provided students with cheap campus training facilities and co-op clubs, and also arranged career planning surveys, directly recommending them to corresponding departments for work according to their wishes—limited to Silver Arcanists and above.

To put it simply, if you still hadn't become an artificer before graduation, then don't graduate. After you left, don't tell anyone you were a Sword Flower Student.

But conversely, as long as you became an artificer before graduation, then from second year onward, it didn't matter if you skipped the vast majority of classes. In third and fourth year, the school encouraged students to step outside the campus. If you had Abyss adventuring experience, that would add a great deal to your résumé, and you could be recommended to the Noble Academy, the Throne Hall, or the Surveillance Fortress as an Excellent Student of Sword Flower University.

So when the students walked into the lecture hall and saw that streak of crimson sitting in the first row, almost without exception they froze for a moment. Even those who hadn't noticed were reminded by their companions, but no one dared speak loudly. They only lowered