"A Thunder Swordsman..."
Someone recognized the class.
"It's actually a Thunder Swordsman! That's one of the rarest of the rare. Its attacks come with the lightning attribute, and its damage is absurd!"
"And it can inflict paralysis, too. It's unbeatable one-on-one."
"If I remember right, the last Thunder Swordsman in our Dragon Nation is already a big shot over level four hundred, right???"
"The Wang family is about to soar. They were already wealthy and powerful, and now they've produced a prodigy."
As Wang Yixing listened to the discussions around him, the curve of his lips grew wider and wider.
He did not return to the line.
Instead, he walked straight up to Lu Fang.
The two stood two or three meters apart.
Arcs of electricity still danced over Wang Yixing's body, crackling and giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Jiang Xia instinctively stepped in front of Lu Fang, gripping the longbow tightly and watching Wang Yixing warily.
Wang Yixing ignored Jiang Xia.
He looked at Lu Fang and raised the Thunder Sword in his hand.
"See this?"
Wang Yixing's voice carried undisguised smugness.
"This is my class, Thunder Swordsman."
He took a deep breath, as though trying to exhale all the frustration he had endured over the years.
"When my dad awakened, he was just an ordinary Swordsman. He only changed classes to a Gale Swordsman later."
"But I'm starting out as a Thunder Swordsman."
Wang Yixing stared at Lu Fang, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
"In the future, I'll definitely be even stronger than my dad!!!"
"Lu Fang, what do you have that can compare to me??"
Faced with Wang Yixing's increasingly close face and the crackling electricity, Lu Fang did not even blink.
He merely gave a faint nod.
"Congratulations."
His tone was as flat as a glass of boiled water left to cool.
There was no jealousy, no fear, not even a trace of envy.
It was as though he had run into a neighbor on the street and offered a casual greeting.
The wild grin on Wang Yixing's face froze.
He felt as though he had thrown a punch with all his strength, only to hit cotton.
That frustration made his chest feel tight.
"You..."
Wang Yixing wanted to say more.
"Next group: Lu Fang, Chen Chen, Zhao Yiming..."
The principal's voice rang out just then.
Without giving Wang Yixing another glance, Lu Fang walked around him and headed straight for the platform.
As he passed, he stirred up a light breeze.
Wang Yixing stared fixedly at Lu Fang's back, his clenched fists cracking. The arcs of electricity around him grew even more violent with his fluctuating emotions.
"Putting on an act."
He gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out between them.
"Let's see what you manage to awaken."
Lu Fang arrived at the door to Awakening Room Ten.
The door opened.
It was pitch-black inside.
Lu Fang stepped in.
The door slowly closed behind him, shutting out all the noise and gazes outside.
The room was small, about ten square meters.
All four walls were made of black metal, icy cold to the touch. The soundproofing was so good that he could even hear his own heartbeat.
At the very center of the room stood a stone pedestal.
The awakening crystal ball rested on it.
Mist seemed to swirl inside the crystal ball, which gave off a faint glow.
Lu Fang took a deep breath.
He walked up to the pedestal, reached out his right hand, and pressed it against the crystal ball.
It felt very cold.
It was like touching a block of ice.
Immediately afterward, a warm current flowed into his body through his palm. It was awakening energy.
Lu Fang closed his eyes.
He felt the energy traveling through his body before finally gathering deep within his mind.
"Ding."
A crisp notification chimed in his mind.
There were no extraordinary phenomena.
No lightning, no flames, and no phantom images of divine beasts.
Everything was quiet.
Lu Fang opened his eyes, and a translucent panel appeared before him.
[Awakening successful] [Class: Minor Moneybags]
Lu Fang froze for a moment.
Minor Moneybags?
What kind of class was that? A lifestyle class?
He looked farther down, and the panel's stats made him frown slightly.
[Name: Lu Fang] [Class: Minor Moneybags] [Level: 1] [Strength: 10] [Agility: 10] [Spirit: 10] [Constitution: 10] [HP: 100 (Constitution × 10)] [Equipment: None] [Gold: 0] [Skill: Throw Money (Level 1)] [Throw Money (Level 1): Consume 1 gold to deal damage equal to Strength × 3 to the target] [Talent: Money Can Reach the Gods (Temporary)]
Lu Fang felt somewhat disappointed.
Ten points in every attribute.
Those were the standard stats of the most ordinary classes, without a single standout feature.
As for the skill, Throw Money...
Its damage multiplier was only three, and it even cost gold.
No matter how he looked at it, this was a trash class.
"Do I really have to go back and inherit the family fortune?"
Lu Fang gave a self-deprecating smile.
But when his gaze fell on the final field, [Talent]...
His pupils abruptly contracted.
[Talent: Money Can Reach the Gods (Temporary)] [Money Can Reach the Gods (Temporary): 1. Can convert Dragon Nation currency into gold at a ratio of 100:1 2. Can spend 100 gold to increase class potential 3. This talent will disappear in 5 minutes]
This talent... could increase class potential?
In this world, classes were essentially set in stone after awakening. Increasing their potential was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But this talent could actually increase it directly with money?
But he only had five minutes!
Lu Fang glanced at the countdown in the panel's upper-right corner.
04:52.
Time was slipping away.
Lu Fang did not hesitate.
"Convert!"
Lu Fang willed it.
He had some pocket money saved in his bank account: two million in Dragon Nation currency.
[Conversion successful. Gold obtained: 20000]
The gold field on the panel instantly changed from 0 to 20000.
Lu Fang immediately looked at the second option.
[Spend 100 gold to increase class potential?]
"Yes!"
His gold decreased by 100.
The panel flickered.
[Class advancement: Minor Moneybags → Moneybags] [All attributes +5] [Skill "Throw Money" damage multiplier increased to Strength × 5]
It really worked!
Lu Fang clenched his fist, feeling a slight surge of strength well up within his body.
He continued reading.
Now, the talent's upgrade requirement had changed.
[Can spend 1000 gold to increase class potential]
The price had increased tenfold.
But Lu Fang still had money.
"Upgrade!"
[Class advancement: Moneybags → Major Moneybags] [All attributes increased] [Skill effects improved]
Another advancement.
The requirement was now 10000 gold.
Lu Fang had eighteen thousand nine hundred gold left.
"Keep upgrading!"
He threw in another ten thousand gold.
[Class advancement: Major Moneybags → Tycoon]
This time, the panel glowed a little brighter.
Lu Fang felt a warm current surging through his body, his bones giving off faint cracks.
He glanced at the talent field.
[Can spend 100000 gold to increase class potential]
One hundred thousand gold.
That was ten million in Dragon Nation currency.
Lu Fang checked his balance.
8900 gold.
It was no longer enough.
A fine sheen of sweat appeared on Lu Fang's forehead.
The countdown kept ticking.
03:28.
Only a little over three minutes remained.
This was a chance to change his fate. He absolutely could not stop here.