[System Notification: Template extraction successful.
Please select one of the following options.] [Option 1: Roronoa Zoro (Red Myth, High Grade)] Skills: Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Conqueror’s Haki, Three-Sword Style, Lion’s Song, Dragon Twister, Life Return, Purgatory Onigiri, Ultra-Tiger Hunt, Great Three Thousand Worlds, Flying Dragon Blaze, Asura: One Nine Flashes.
Note: The Zoro template only reaches its maximum potential when the user wields swords and commands beasts.
[Option 2: Wax-Wax Fruit (Purple Rare, High Grade)] Description: Allows the user’s tamed beasts to secrete large quantities of a white, waxy substance from any part of their body.
This wax hardens instantly into a substance as tough as steel.
Note: The wax can be molded into various shapes to create weapons, armor, tools, and defensive structures.
[Option 3: Human-Human Fruit (White Common, Low Grade)] Description: Enables tamed beasts to walk upright, develop human-like hands, use tools, and acquire knowledge.
Human Intelligence: Grants the beast human-level comprehension, learning capacity, and linguistic skills.
Did he even need to choose?
The other two options paled in comparison.
Leon selected the Zoro template without a moment’s hesitation.
A Mythical High Grade asset was an incredibly rare existence across the entire Endless Continent.
Once it fully matured, it would become a force capable of absolute dominance.
Up on the altar, Principal Vance watched the expressions on Leon’s face shift from a blank stare to pure ecstasy.
His eyes filled with deep pity.
The principal suspected the boy was experiencing such extreme emotional whiplash that he had suffered a severe mental shock.
Unable to accept reality, he seemed to have gone slightly deranged.
“Leon, life must go on,” Principal Vance said sympathetically.
“Even ordinary people can shine and contribute to society.
You must pull yourself together.
At the very worst, you can always rely on your handsome face to find a wealthy benefactor.” Leon stood there, utterly speechless.
After politely thanking the principal, Leon turned around and stepped down from the altar.
He walked back to his class line amidst the gloating and mocking stares of the crowd.
Zachary patted Leon on the shoulder, offering his own version of comfort.
“No need to say anything, brother.
Tonight, I’ll take you to apply for a job at the high-end women’s club where I work part-time.
The shifts are exhausting, but with a face like yours, you’ll never have to worry about putting food on the table again.” Leon’s eye twitched.
He immediately raised his leg and kicked his friend.
“A true man is born between heaven and earth.
How could I ever resort to living off someone else?” “Wow, look at you turning your nose up at a shortcut to wealth.
Other guys would kill for an entry ticket into that place,” Zachary joked.
Just as the two were messing around, the principal’s voice boomed over the microphone once more.
“Next, Claire.” Before the name could even echo through the square, an uncontrollable commotion erupted across the entire crowd.
Claire was universally recognized across the entire Fifth District as the number one high school beauty.
Her academic scores consistently ranked at the absolute top, and her soul strength testing had previously reached an astonishing SSS-level.
Coupled with the fact that her father was the top warrior of the Fifth District, she was practically the epitome of perfection in terms of looks, background, and raw talent.
Zachary nudged Leon with his elbow.
“Hey, your childhood sweetheart is up.
Aren’t you nervous?
What if she gets an incredible class and decides to cut ties with you?” Leon rolled his eyes.
“Delete that trash web novel app from your phone.” The moment Claire stepped out from the crowd, time itself seemed to slow down.
She wore a simple white school uniform, her silver-white hair flowing past her waist.
The morning sunlight caught her skin, making her look translucent and ethereal, like a piece of flawless art.
Beneath her slender eyebrows were a pair of cool, clear eyes with rare, icy blue pupils, resembling an untouched glacial lake.
Yet, contrasting sharply with her aloof aura, a single, playful cowlick stood upright on her head.
It swayed gently as she walked, adding an endearing touch of clumsiness to her cold demeanor.
“Claire is so cool, I think I’m going to faint.” “Goddess Claire, please step on me.” “Ah, that little ahoge on her head is so cute!
I want to touch it!” “Claire is the ultimate goddess!” Her striking appearance and detached temperament made her immensely popular among both male and female students alike.
Under a thousand watchful eyes, Claire walked steadily toward the class transfer altar.
Her face remained expressionless, completely detached from the surrounding cheers.
Suddenly, a brilliant crimson light erupted from the center of the altar.
The glare was so intense that many students had to shield their eyes.
Immediately following the light, a bone-chilling cold swept across the square.
It wasn’t just a drop in temperature; it carried a sharp, piercing sword intent, as if invisible blades were slicing through the air.
“This is…” Principal Vance’s pupils contracted sharply, his composure breaking into pure excitement.
The crimson light gradually receded, coalescing into a massive silver sword shadow hovering directly above Claire’s head.
Ancient runes flowed across its metallic surface, radiating a chilling pressure.
“Claire.
Awakened Class: Mythical Low Grade, Sword Saint!” The principal’s voice trembled slightly, amplified by the sound system across the entire square.
A deathly silence gripped the crowd, followed by an explosion of deafening gasps.
“My god, a Mythical class!” “Humanity has gained another Mythical-tier powerhouse!
Our rise is guaranteed!” “As expected of Goddess Claire, she’s incredible!” “It looks like Claire will easily secure the top rank in this year’s regional college entrance examination.” As the heavy sword intent slowly dissipated, Claire opened her eyes.
She stepped down from the altar, her expression remaining frosty.
However, instead of returning to the Class 1 queue, she walked straight toward the Class 2 line.
Amidst the bewildered and envious stares of the students, Claire stopped directly in front of Leon.
She didn’t say a single word, her cool eyes locking onto him.
Seeing her approach, Leon suddenly remembered something.
His expression shifted, his eyes darting away guiltily as he avoided her icy blue gaze.
Suddenly, the cowlick on Claire’s head twitched.
It shook slightly at first, then began to sway back and forth with increasing speed.
Watching that swinging ahoge, Leon’s expression turned incredibly strained.
He shook his head vigorously.
“No way.
Absolutely not right now.” Claire’s gaze sharpened, and the ahoge on her head swayed even more violently.
“Look, it’s not that I want to break my word, but the timing just isn’t right.” Leon looked deeply embarrassed.
He could feel the ambient temperature dropping rapidly, and the glares from Claire’s fans felt like physical knives pricking his skin.
The cowlick continued to whip back and forth, clearly signaling her intense dissatisfaction.
“No, don’t overthink it, I don’t have another girlfriend,” Leon explained hurriedly, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Watching the bizarre silent exchange, the surrounding students glared at Leon with murderous intent.
“It’s him again!
It’s always Leon!” “Why?
Why does Goddess Claire only act like this around him?” “Look at her hair cowlick, I’ve never seen it move that much before!” “What are they even saying?
Can someone translate?” Everyone gritted their teeth in pure jealousy.
Leon was the undisputed public enemy of every single Claire fan in the school.
The two had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.
Since entering school, Claire had maintained an icy, detached demeanor.
For some reason, no one had ever heard her utter a single word to a stranger, and no one knew how to bridge the gap to communicate with her.
Leon was the sole exception.
Because they grew up together, he could decipher exactly what she meant just by looking at her eyes or the movement of her swaying ahoge.
Claire’s fans felt a collective ache in their chests.
The goddess they idolized had walked straight to a guy destined for a broken career path the moment she awakened a Mythical class.
They were even communicating in a silent language only the two of them understood.
Leon must have saved humanity in his past life to deserve this.
Finally, under the pressure of Claire’s violently shaking cowlick and her increasingly chilling glare, Leon let out a helpless sigh.
He knew her personality inside out; she was incredibly stubborn.
If he didn’t follow through on his promise, she would simply stand there in front of him forever.
He could only blame himself for agreeing to her request without thinking it through in the first place.
Amidst a barrage of glares that threatened to pierce through him, Leon slowly stepped forward and closed the distance between them.