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After leaving the office, Freyr wandered around the academy to familiarize himself with the environment.
Soon, he found the lead professor in charge of managing the class operations for the academic year, Stitch, and collected his textbooks using his student ID.
With the course schedule in hand, he headed to the school library to borrow a computer and browse information on the campus network.
Upon entering the library, he approached the counter and handed over his student ID.
The librarian was a Black man who rarely smiled. When he did, his facial muscles would tense up, revealing a rather intimidating expression that left a poor impression. The staff at the school knew he was genuinely a good person; however, some students would play games loudly in the library and get kicked out by him. Over time, he earned the nickname "Gatekeeper of Hell" among students, while others referred to him as a watchdog.
As per routine, the Gatekeeper of Hell held a ruler in hand and wore sunglasses while dressed in a neatly pressed black tailcoat. He didn’t want anyone to guess his true thoughts.
"Alright, your computer is over there. Please keep quiet while studying; you can wear headphones so as not to disturb others."
The Gatekeeper of Hell glanced at the student ID presented to him, then removed his sunglasses to scrutinize the young man before him. He placed the student ID on a machine as if refreshing it and then led Freyr to a quieter spot.
Freyr nodded, fully aware of the Gatekeeper of Hell's rules. In his library, even students with any connection to the Trustee would be unhesitatingly kicked out; it was as if this was his territory and he called the shots.
Freyr opened the computer and logged into the campus network. It contained numerous campus ghost stories and information related to Zerg Military Strategy games. For new students, this website was like a paradise where they could gossip about cheating or discuss their professors' girlfriends. Unless it involved confidential matters, no school authority would interfere with this stable and thriving Gossip Hall.
He glanced at the homepage and noticed a hidden marker for Target: Academic Electives, Credit Accumulation, Makeup Exam Items. These topics were all closely tied to his three years of academic life, with Makeup Exam Items being something he was most familiar with.
Clicking on the title Academic Electives led him to one of the most dreaded sections for students each year. They usually focused on specific time slots while continuously pressing their calculators to tally credits. The courses they typically chose were those that allowed for more play; these instructors wouldn’t bother them too much as long as they passed their exams before the semester ended.
Suddenly, there was a violent shake beneath the Virtual Screen as an interface rapidly popped up.
"Hello, how may I assist you today?"
Freyr glanced at the line of text that popped up on the Virtual Screen. He knew very well that the entity sitting across from him was an artificial intelligence, taking on the authority of a class advisor in their absence. Whenever he encountered unclear learning issues, sending a query would yield an immediate answer, a well-known secret among students.
For the new students who had just entered the school, they had recently endured a grueling examination to become elites at this university. While they prided themselves on standing at the pinnacle of knowledge, little did they realize that the knowledge they possessed was merely outdated material from centuries ago. In contrast to the university's hands-off educational approach, the true challenge they would soon face would be the test of life and death.
Unbeknownst to them, the person behind this message was a nascent anthropomorphic Thinking AI, mimicking the habits and catchphrases of a class advisor to encourage learning, though its effectiveness was questionable.
"New student Freyr, please select your major and minor courses and establish a suitable schedule."
After double-clicking the mouse, a line of text was promptly sent back.
A cheerful smile appeared on the screen, followed by another line of text:
"Freyr, I recommend your major courses to be Insectoid Genealogy, Military Compendium Level Three, and Introduction to Biochemical Medicine. After passing these exams, you will accumulate sufficient credits. For cultural electives, I suggest you study Mental Philosophy and Gene Wellness Studies. As for physical education, major in Crazy Basketball and also take Eastern Mystical Swordsmanship; this will allow you ample time for both rigorous study and enjoyable exercise."
Freyr carefully read through the message. The course schedule was packed with opportunities for both learning and fun. The physical education course Crazy Basketball was designed specifically for outstanding Genetic Races; these genetically enhanced individuals possessed physical abilities several times greater than those of ordinary people. Crazy Basketball tested teamwork skills while also allowing individuals to emerge as heroes in times of crisis.
From what Freyr understood, Crazy Basketball was an initiative developed by the school aimed at fostering competition among strong individuals to identify suitable team leaders. These leaders needed to excel physically in certain aspects while also demonstrating exceptional leadership intelligence. During battles, teams would be eliminated based on their scores, leading to the establishment of eight star teams within Crazy Basketball, each with its own unique star leader competing in annual intercollegiate tournaments.
This represented a comparison of strength; relative to ordinary people, he might still be considered exceptionally gifted. However, among a larger group of Gene Enhancers, if Freyr could showcase overwhelming strength, it would lead to notable achievements in future battles against the Zerg.
After all, many Gene-Enhanced Humans were still relatively similar in strength at this stage. By later stages, reserves like Freyr—who initially occupied a secondary position—could develop into a core force capable of countering the Zerg. This would require significant effort in that direction.
He clicked the confirmation button; his courses were now finalized for the upcoming academic year. He would need to arrive at school on time for morning exercises and evening training before being allowed to return home.
Meanwhile, managers from various Crazy Basketball teams would soon begin scouting for potential new stars.
The course schedule had been approved, so there was no longer any need to stay in the library.
Freyr thought for a moment and then made up his mind to work out. After hesitating for a moment, he shut down his computer and walked out of the library, heading toward the playground.
With nearly a month into the semester, for those who had gone through military training, thirty minutes was enough to return to a life of indulgence and carefree days.
But even indulgent days must come to an end. Freyr did not want to repeat past mistakes. He arrived at the playground, took off his jacket, and hung himself on the pull-up bar, starting to do pull-ups.
His physical condition had improved significantly, making pull-ups no longer a challenge for him. So besides extending the time to recalculate his physiology with Ultimate, he needed to increase his workout intensity. After doing nearly a hundred pull-ups, he finally broke a light sweat.
His arm muscles had become robust, and he was surprised to find that he could actually do push-ups with one hand. To increase the difficulty, Freyr removed three fingers and supported his entire body weight on just two fingers, still managing to perform push-ups with relative ease.
Freyr shook off the sweat from his forehead and relaxed his tense nerves. He noticed that more and more people were gathering on the playground. Among them were many seniors from the school. However, the number of Gene-Enhanced Humans in the entire school was pitifully small, despite the school distributing Gene Pills as special benefits every month.
These benefits seemed free at first glance but came with too many hidden clauses. First and foremost, students had to achieve excellent academic results, with final assessments based on monthly evaluations by their homeroom teachers. Just this requirement alone filtered out many students. Additionally, the entrance assessment determined that most people only qualified for E-level evaluations, which was mediocre among ordinary individuals.
In contrast to higher-level assessments like B-Class, this threshold eliminated many candidates. Freyr now held a B-Class status entirely due to consuming large amounts of Gene Pills mixed into a potion that improved his physical condition. This also highlighted how lackluster physical attributes could be.
As for A-level candidates, they were rarely seen in daily life. Freyr had been fortunate enough to encounter a few during his school days and had heard this self-important neurotic boast during a social gathering. That event had caused all the boys in school to resent him; boys with some prestige were coveted by girls while those of average stature were merely accessories, relegated to hiding in corners devouring junk food.
Perhaps this group of onlookers was intimidated by his workout style. Freyr had now entered the ranks of Gene-Enhanced Humans, yet he knew he was far from being among the truly exceptional talents; he understood that he belonged to the tail end of this group.
Until—
Among these onlookers, an eye-catching figure approached him.
A sudden burst of applause erupted, and just as Freyr was about to take off, he turned towards the source of the sound. There stood a girl with wavy hair, wearing a pair of expensive high heels, her eyes sparkling as she appraised him up and down, as if he were a rare treasure.
"What do you want? If there's nothing, don't block my way; I still need to train," Freyr said, shaking his head as he pushed past her.
"Well, you're fast, but compared to real experts, you're not the strongest yet," the girl replied with a smile.
Freyr suddenly turned his head, adopting a nonchalant attitude. He crouched down again and began to warm up for a quick start. After his warm-up, he exploded into his fastest speed. This time, his sprint was the most satisfying performance he had ever achieved; he covered the hundred meters in just about seven seconds.
"How's that? Fast enough?" After finishing, Freyr struck a cocky pose and made a face at the girl.
Despite his bravado, his body clearly couldn't handle it. He felt slightly dizzy; having just recovered, he wasn't ready for such intense exercise and felt like he might throw up. Still, he held back the urge.
He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.
"What's with that face? Well, at least I found him; that's something," the girl chuckled to herself, feeling a bit puzzled. However, seeing his speed from earlier didn't surprise her too much. She revealed a mysterious smile and continued, "But slow is still slow; you haven't beaten the fastest record in school yet. So you're still second."
Feigning disappointment, she rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
As she turned away, she began counting silently in her head. Just as she reached three, a pair of hands suddenly landed on her shoulders from behind with noticeable force.
Without turning around, she let out a cold laugh and said, "If you want to know who first is, come with me to a place."
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