“Do you want my world?
If you want it, I can give it all to you.
Go look for it; I have placed everything on this continent.” Mountcrest City, Second High School.
As that majestic voice echoed across the Endless Continent and faded away, the crowd in the school square instantly erupted into a frenzy.
Today was the Awakening and Class Transfer Day, a fateful event that decided the destiny of countless living beings.
Amidst the noisy, bustling crowd, a handsome youth stood quietly.
He was exceptionally good-looking, though perhaps only seventy percent as dashing as you, the esteemed readers.
Leon, a transmigrator, had crossed the street in his past life only to be treated like a speed bump by a heavy truck.
That impact sent him straight into this world where ten thousand races vied for supremacy.
Looking up at the sky, Leon’s eye twitched slightly.
This voice, which resonated across the entire Endless Continent, rang out every year on Awakening Day.
He had heard it seventeen times by now, but every single time, it gave him the distinct feeling of watching an anime opening sequence.
Ever since he transmigrated to this world, even the very first page of his textbooks bore this exact sentence.
Immortality, authority, and power; the Creator God who once ruled the universe left behind this single sentence before departing.
It drove countless races, powerhouses, and heroes to flock to this continent.
They sought the authority of the Creator God, igniting an era of endless conflict among the ten thousand races.
“Damn it, could this Creator God be a fellow countryman from Earth?” Leon muttered to himself.
“Old Leon, why are you spacing out?
Don’t tell me you’re nervous?” A student with thick eyebrows and large eyes grabbed Leon’s shoulder and laughed.
He had a robust physique that looked far too mature for a teenager.
This was Zachary, Leon’s best friend.
“Today is the day that decides our fate.
It is only natural to be a little nervous,” Leon replied.
“Relax.
Didn’t the teacher say that based on your soul strength, your awakened class will be at least Purple Rare quality?” Classes on the Endless Continent were divided into five tiers: Common (White), Elite (Blue), Rare (Purple), Legendary (Gold), and Mythical (Red).
Each tier was further subdivided into low, medium, and high grades.
“That’s true, but classes are also split into combat and lifestyle categories.
I would prefer a combat class,” Leon said.
“Even though certain rare lifestyle classes can become strategic assets for the human race, the ultimate romance for a man is still personal power.
Punching through an island with raw strength, that is what a man dreams of.” “By the way, what class do you want?” Leon asked.
“Is that even a question?
A melee combat class, obviously.
Look at my build.
I’m definitely going to awaken as a Warrior or a Fighter.
A real man fights in close quarters, drawing blood with every strike.” As Zachary spoke, he struck a few bodybuilding poses, proudly showing off his muscles.
“Quiet, everyone.
The class transfer ceremony for Mountcrest City Second High School now officially begins.” “When your name is called, step up to the altar for your class transfer.” Principal Vance stood on the altar, his voice booming like a great bell.
The ceremony had finally commenced.
“First up, Kyle.” At the sound of the name, everyone turned to look.
Kyle swallowed hard, nervously walking up to the class transfer altar.
The altar flared with a blue light, and intricate arcane runes rose into the air.
Five seconds later, the light gradually faded.
Principal Vance looked at Kyle and nodded with satisfaction.
“Class transfer successful.
Blue High Grade class: Performer (Singing and Dancing).” “A combat-support class.
By singing and dancing in a crowd, you can grant various combat buffs to allies.” The crowd below immediately erupted.
“Damn, Kyle, you hit the jackpot!” “I heard the chances of getting a combat-related class are incredibly low.
I didn’t expect the very first person to get one.” “Brother Kyle, I like singing, dancing, and playing basketball too.
Do you want to team up later?” “Quiet.
The ceremony will continue,” the principal barked.
The process continued orderly.
Carter, White Low Grade class: Technician.
Marcus, White Low Grade class: Lactation Consultant.
Evelyn, Blue Medium Grade class: Spirit Physician.
The atmosphere grew increasingly heated.
The awakened classes were wildly diverse.
One female student even transferred into a Purple Rare class: Archer.
According to her class description, every arrow she fired would automatically track the groin of male targets.
When this trait was read aloud, every male present, including the principal, the teachers, and the students, subconsciously clamped their legs together.
The looks they directed at the girl on the altar were filled with absolute terror.
No matter what, they must never offend her.
This thought surfaced simultaneously in the minds of every male student.
“Next, Zachary.” “It’s my turn, brother.
Watch me awaken a Berserker for you,” Zachary said, giving Leon a confident thumbs-up before walking up to the altar.
Moments later, the principal announced the result.
“Zachary, Purple Rare High Grade class: Holy Priest.” “No!” Zachary’s eyes filled with despair.
He dropped to his knees on the altar, howling at the sky in agonizing grief.
His dream of becoming a blood-drenched Berserker shattered into dust.
Seeing his friend walk back with a face as pale as death, Leon gave him a sympathetic look and patted his shoulder.
“Next, Leon.” The moment of truth had arrived.
Leon took a deep breath and stepped onto the altar.
The crowd stirred as his name was called, and countless eyes locked onto him.
Leon was quite famous in the Second High School, and even across the entire Fifth District.
However, his fame was somewhat complicated.
“Damn it, it’s finally Leon’s turn.
God bless, please let him get a White Common Low Grade class.” “Exactly.
He’s already incredibly handsome and has the school’s top beauty as his childhood sweetheart.
If he gets a legendary class too, the heavens are truly blind.” “As long as he awakens a trash class, Goddess Claire will definitely distance herself from him.
Then, Goddess Claire will still belong to everyone!” Amidst a barrage of envious and spiteful glares, Leon stepped into the center of the altar.
Suddenly, a massive golden pillar of light erupted from the altar, piercing straight into the sky!
The light was blindingly pure.
Everyone below the stage winced, squinting and raising their hands to shield their eyes.
Within the golden light, the phantoms of countless mythical beasts manifested, their roars shaking the heavens.
“Golden light!
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!” “A Legendary class!
It is actually a Legendary class!” “How many Legendary classes even appear across the entire human race each year?
Our school actually produced one!” “Forget the human race, even among all the factions of the Endless Continent, a Legendary class is an exceptionally rare existence.” “Rumor has it that only those who reach the Legendary tier are qualified to compete for the Creator God’s Treasure Trove at the center of the continent.” “Why?
Why does he get to win at life?
Is it just because he is an orphan?” The students below the stage wailed in bitter jealousy.