Chapter 1: Please, just graduate! (Seeking votes and flowers!)

Red Star Empire, Primordial Realm, Anping Academy.

"Zhao Xing, Plant-type Lord."

"Lord Power, Tier 2, Grade: Low-level!"

Zhao Xing looked at the lines of large text displayed on the tester, feeling somewhat dazed.

A young female instructor nearby, seeing this old classmate appearing to be in a stupor, sighed in her heart but still announced the result: "Graduation assessment: Failed!"

The test result triggered a burst of jeering laughter in the plaza.

"Hahaha, the old senior has been held back again."

"Zhao Xing is truly miserable. It's been so many years, and he still can't pass the Primordial Realm's graduation assessment."

"No choice, who told him his talent is trash, and he's just a Plant-type Lord?"

"He's really a disgrace to our Anping Academy."

"Simply a shame to the Empire."

He did not pay attention to the mocking voices coming from the students younger than himself.

Zhao Xing walked in a daze to a corner at the edge of the plaza.

As memories merged, his gaze gradually changed from confusion to clarity.

"I didn't expect that I actually transmigrated."

"Became a student held back at Anping Academy in the Red Star Empire, and only awakened memories of my past life until now?"

This is an era of Lords.

Everyone awakens an inner world at the age of eighteen.

Depending on the type of inner world possessed, they can be called different types of 'Lords'.

There are Beast Lords whose inner worlds are suitable for breeding beasts.

There are Martial Dao Lords who turn the power of their inner worlds to their own use.

There are also Flame Lords whose inner worlds are full of exotic fires.

And Zhao Xing is a late-stage Plant-type Lord.

Furthermore, he has been unable to pass the graduation assessment for three consecutive years.

The Primordial Realm is a small world used by the Red Star Empire to cultivate novice Lords.

Generally speaking, with the nourishment and support of the Primordial Realm's power.

Combined with the guidance of instructors, it takes as fast as one year, or as slow as three years, to reach the Empire's graduation assessment standard.

But Zhao Xing is different. First of all, he is a Plant-type Lord, which inherently belongs to the late-stage type of Lord.

Taking Beast Lords as an example, in as little as half a year or as long as two years, many exotic beasts are enough to enter the mature stage.

But plant-based life forms might not even enter the growth stage in eight or ten years.

Secondly, his talent ability, from the year he awakened, not only did not increase, but instead kept getting weaker.

By now, it is only the lowest F-grade 【Cultivation】.

It has almost no bonus effect for cultivating plant-based life forms.

Over the past few years, the Lord students of the same batch at Anping Academy have long since graduated and left the Primordial Realm.

They went to the cosmic starry sky battlefield to compete with ten thousand races, gaining glory and status in the Red Star Empire.

But he has remained held back.

Batches of students have come and gone, and now even the novice instructors are Zhao Xing's former classmates.

"Wang Pei, Lord Power, Tier 11, Primary Beast Lord! Graduation assessment B-grade rating."

"Chen Lie, Lord Power, Tier 9! Flame-type quasi-Lord, graduation assessment C-grade rating."

"Congratulations to you all for graduating!"

"In a while, the Imperial Military and major financial groups will come to recruit people, everyone can wait here for a bit."

"Today you are proud of the Empire, tomorrow the Empire will be proud of you."

"..."

In the plaza, the graduation ceremony was still ongoing.

The students were wishing each other well and taking photos for memories, full of joy.

Only Zhao Xing stayed alone in the corner of the plaza, looking very conspicuous.

He didn't have any friends here either; after all, the students of his batch had graduated years ago.

Soon, a female student walked over, followed by an exotic beast resembling a large cat: "Senior, keep it up."

"Setting aside your realm, you are still quite handsome."

"Thank you."

"Consider being my boyfriend? My family is rich, even if your talent is wasted, I can support you, hee hee."

"... No need, I can support myself," Zhao Xing said calmly.

"Hmph, you deserve to be single." The woman tossed her head and left.

"Old senior, come over and take a group photo for memories!" Before long, another burly Martial Dao Lord walked over.

"No, thanks," Zhao Xing shook his head.

"Damn, what are you acting for? Just a piece of trash, I don't even care." The muscular man snorted coldly after being rejected and left, his voice entering Zhao Xing's ears without any restraint.

Zhao Xing watched the other party leave with an expressionless face.

When a person is weak, the whole world is full of malice.

He didn't know how many mockeries he had suffered; now his psychological endurance was very strong, and he wouldn't engage in verbal disputes.

Over these years, some people mocked him, some pitied him, and some pretended to pity him while actually seeking a sense of existence through him.

In short, there were all kinds of people.

Zhao Xing merged all the memories and could be considered to have inherited some of the original owner's temperament.

After experiencing so much, he had also trained a pair of wise eyes capable of seeing through the human heart.

"Everyone disperse!" At this moment, the young female instructor Fang Qingxue walked over and dispersed the people around Zhao Xing.

Fang Qingxue, an intermediate Martial Dao Lord, whose inner world had already bred the prototype of rules.

She was not the kind of beauty who was particularly stunning, but she was very pleasant to look at.

Zhao Xing and she were originally in the same batch, but now Fang Qingxue had already become an instructor, while he was still a student.

"Your mental state hasn't been good lately," Fang Qingxue stared at Zhao Xing and said, "Is everything alright?"

"Thanks, I'm used to it," Zhao Xing shook his head.

"What do you plan to do next?"

"If I can't graduate, I can't get out of the Primordial Realm. Where the hell else can I go?" Zhao Xing revealed a bitter smile.

Without graduating, becoming a primary Lord, and obtaining an Imperial citizen title, one cannot enter or leave the Primordial Realm at will.

"Have you ever thought about self-detonating your origin and cultivating again?" Fang Qingxue asked suddenly and seriously, "In the Primordial Realm, this is achievable."

Zhao Xing's eyes narrowed. What Fang Qingxue was referring to was self-detonating the origin of the inner world to cultivate again.

It meant letting him destroy the origin within his inner world. In this way.

Talent and category might be regenerated. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====