S-Class, What Does This Mean? This Means a True…
Inside the starship.
“Young master, I beg you to go back!” Brier pleaded.
Brier gently pursed his lips. “I have already obtained the transit pass; I am not going back right now.”
Brier continued to plead, “Young master! There is no place in this world safer than the Imperial City, please go back!”
Brier gently shook his head. “I won’t go back now. If I go back, Father will make me go on blind dates again. He already made me meet five or six noble Zerg bachelors last month. I can’t go back now.”
Looking at the distinguished and gentle little master before him, Brier earnestly advised, “The Lord has only found top-tier, outstanding Zerg for you. Not only are their backgrounds excellent, but their ranks are also above S-class. It’s all for your own good.”
Brier lifted his long eyelashes. “But I don’t like them.”
Brier sighed helplessly, “Young master, what kind of person do you actually like? You can tell the Lord, and he will definitely help you find them.”
Brier smiled slightly. “But the one I like might not necessarily like me back.”
Brier looked at the young master’s gentle smile, “Young master, please don’t be modest. Which ordinary Zerg could possibly refuse you?”
Their young master not only came from a prestigious family, but was also a rare A-class male Zerg.
As if that wasn’t enough, their young master’s temperament and character were beyond reproach.
The young master completely lacked the arrogance and self-will typical of male Zerg; instead, he possessed a gentle disposition that was simply impossible to find anywhere else.
However, Brier thought about what the young master had just said.
Earlier, the young master said that the person he liked might not like him back. Could that be a hint that he already had someone he liked?
Brier’s heart skipped a beat as he tentatively asked, “Young master, you wouldn’t happen to be fond of His Highness Landrod, would you?”
Brier gave Brier a strange look. “How could that be?”
Hearing the young master’s reply, Brier let out a sigh of relief.
That’s good, that’s good.
After all, His Highness Landrod was different from ordinary Zerg. With a level of excellence like that, who knew what kind of male master he would have in the future.
“His Highness Landrod is like the moon in the sky; I have no thoughts of plucking it whatsoever,” Brier said.
Brier said confidently, “Since that’s the case, then you can rest easy, young master. No Zerg would ever reject you.”
Brier shook his head with an amused smile. “Let’s go, let’s head to my cousin’s place. He should be conducting admissions in District 3 right now.”
Kerry returned to his room covered in sweat. Today, he had exhausted all his strength and ability, finally surviving the trials of combat and mental attack.
For the mental attack, which was out of a hundred points, he scored seventy.
As for combat, also out of a hundred points, even after giving it everything he had, he only managed fifty-one points.
This meant that tomorrow’s mecha crafting required him to score at least ninety points if he wanted any certainty of admission into the First Military Academy.
Looking at the score sheets laid out across the desk, Valama took a sip of ice water and said, “The quality of this batch of Zerg is actually quite good. Surprisingly, someone reached ninety in both combat and mental attacks, unbelievable.”
Naquis: “That must be the Zerg named Sturt, right?”
Valama nodded. “I was already surprised when I saw his rank was 2S earlier, but I didn’t expect him to reach above ninety in both combat and mental attacks without any military academy training. That’s truly remarkable.”
Biretti walked over. “He’s probably a descendant of some major family from the Imperial City, but for some reason, he came to District 3.”
“Oh?” Valamaraised an eyebrow.
Biretti shrugged. “I checked his background information, and it only shows as authentic, but the exact origin cannot be found. His backing is likely substantial.”
Valama rested his arms behind his head. “Even you can’t dig up the news? Then his background must be truly formidable.”
“Indeed,” Biretti said, appearing nonchalant.
Glancing back, Biretti suddenly caught sight of Kerry’s score sheet.
Following Biretti’s gaze, Valama pulled out Kerry’s score sheet and said, “What a pity. The beauty you’ve got your eye on probably won’t pass the assessment.”
Biretti pulled the score sheet from Valama’s hand and read, “That’s not necessarily true.”
Valama blinked. “Unless he scores ninety tomorrow in mecha crafting, his chances are very slim.”
“However, getting over ninety in mecha crafting is simply too difficult. After all, that subject has always been a bit metaphysical, heavily testing mental dexterity and innate talent.”
Biretti scanned Kerry’s scores, frowning, “Why are his combat and mental attack scores so low?”
Biretti hadn’t proctored Kerry; Kerry’s chief examiner was Valama.
“For combat, I suppose his talent was capped. You could tell he tried his absolute best, and yet he barely crossed the passing line,” Valama recalled. “As for the mental attack, that actually caught me off guard.”
“What caught you off guard?” Biretti asked.
Valama: “His mental power is quite strong. I didn’t expect a C-class Zerg to possess such potent mental power.”
Biretti stroked his chin. “If you’re calling it strong, then it must be pretty decent. In that case, why did he only get seventy points on the mental attack?”
Valama said, “Don’t forget, our assessment is a mental attack.”
“Kerry has good mental power, but it seems his capacity for offensive output is limited. It’s truly bizarre. Logically speaking, we Zerg are naturally adept at offense, and executing mental attacks should come as naturally as breathing. Yet Kerry is the exact opposite; making him use mental power for attacks is apparently as difficult as wanting his life. You could tell that getting seventy points was the absolute limit of his effort and willpower.”
“If I didn’t know his profile and just looked at his mental power, I would have thought he was a male lord. After all, male lords have always excelled in mental power, and their mental powers are primarily healing-focused.”
Biretti put the score sheet down. “Well, then there’s a high probability the beauty won’t pass this year’s assessment. What a pity.”
However, what no one expected was that Kerry would actually pass this assessment!
Mecha Crafting Examination Room
Naquis and Biretti had already finished their respective examination zones; only Valama’s zone was still ongoing.
Valama looked with a stern expression at Kerry at position number 6.
“Why did you call us over?” Biretti and Naquis arrived together.
“I might just have to give out the only score in the high nineties of the entire session,” Valama said, pressing his lips together.
Naquis frowned. “Are you sure? This is the mecha crafting event!”
Historically, very few people managed to score ninety points in mecha crafting, not even the outstanding military Zerg of the First Military Academy.
This was because mecha crafting differed from combat and mental attacks; combat and mental attacks depended heavily on genetics and personal exertion.
Mecha crafting, on the other hand, had a somewhat metaphysical quality to it. Yet while everyone joked about it being metaphysics, everyone clearly understood that this craftsmanship was inseparable from one’s own mental dexterity and day-after-day practice.
Most Zerg had mediocre dexterity in mecha crafting. Even those gifted with exceptional mental dexterity usually chose not to spend massive amounts of time on mecha crafting.
Because training in mecha crafting appeared primarily in the auxiliary department, and very few military Zerg chose the auxiliary department.
Even those military Zerg reassigned to the auxiliary department still concentrated their attention on enhancing their combat capabilities.
After all, only through combat could one be promoted faster.
“I am sure,” Valama said with a firm, solemn expression. “I have never seen such nimble and exquisite craftsmanship.”
“His technique is so advanced that I haven’t even seen such mastery within the military academy’s auxiliary department.”
Following Valama’s gaze, Naquis and Biretti easily spotted Kerry.
When Biretti saw Kerry’s technique clearly, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Valama was right; this level of skill was rare in a lifetime.
Biretti rarely showed such a solemn expression, but right now, he was indeed looking at Kerry with absolute gravity.
“What score will the finished product he makes be rated as?” Naquis suddenly spoke up.
Valama’s tone was resolute. “At least A-class!”
Naquis drew in a sharp breath.
At least A-class, that meant there was even a possibility of S-class.
And this was without any cultivation from military academy masters.
If this Zerg before them underwent top-tier training, he might even be able to craft a 3S-class weapon!
That was terrifyingly impressive.
“I will give him a score of 95. That score is enough to secure his entry into the military academy,” Valama said, looking at Kerry in the distance. “The Imperial Military Academy must never miss out on this genius of mecha crafting.”
Biretti and Naquis remained silent; they clearly understood that Kerry deserved this score.
Meanwhile, Kerry, who was hard at work crafting, knew nothing of the three military officers’ discussion.
At that moment, he was simply grateful for the mecha engineering he had learned before transmigrating, and for the desperate training he had put himself through in his past life to help Skeni level up.
It was precisely because of this that he now possessed such skilled technique.
Taking a deep breath, Kerry knew success or failure rested on this single attempt; he had to produce something of A-class quality or higher!
All examinees remained in their respective rooms, quietly waiting for their final scores.
Kerry’s heart hammered frantically as he sat on pins and needles.
Whether he could enter the First Military Academy depended entirely on his mecha crafting score!
Seeing a military Zerg assessment site for the first time, Brier asked curiously, “What are you all waiting for?”
Valama gave Brier a gentlemanly bow. “Lord Brier, we are waiting for the quality testing results.”
Brier wasn’t completely clueless and understood immediately.
“It is already extremely difficult for a weapon’s crafting grade to reach B-class, yet you all seem very nervous about this impending result,” Brier noted.
Valama pressed his lips together. “Yes, My Lord. I believe we may have discovered a genius, a genius in weapon crafting.”
Biretti looked at Valama in surprise. “Could it be that the Zerg can craft an A-class product?”
Valama’s gaze remained locked onto the testing device. “Perhaps, even more than that.”
The moment Valama’s voice fell, an “S” flashed instantly on the testing device!
For a moment, the First Military Academy admissions office fell into a pin-drop silence.
S-class, what did this mean? It meant a true genius of mecha crafting!
Biretti straightened his posture, his gaze fixed dead on the giant S-class displayed on the screen.
Naquis, too, stared at the test results with an unprecedented look of seriousness.
“Oh, my god,” Valama slapped his forehead, “it really is an S-class!”