Long Su found himself standing beside Teacher Li, his guide and mentor, outside the door of his new classroom. His reassuring nod and soft words of encouragement bolstered his confidence.
As they entered, the room fell silent, all eyes turning towards them.
Long Su stepped into the classroom, and he could feel the weight of curious eyes upon him.
The air was thick with unspoken questions, and the atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation.
It was an unusual occurrence, after all, a first-year student to join the ranks of the third-year class.
Long Su took a deep breath, stepping forward to introduce himself to his new peers,
his voice steady and sure. "I'm Long Su," he said, meeting their curious gazes with determination. "I look forward to learning alongside you all." His words were met with nods and murmurs of welcome.
The whispers rippled through the room like a breeze rustling through leaves.
Snippets of conversation reached Long Su's ears—speculations about his abilities, his potential, and his reasons for being there.
He kept his gaze steady and his expression composed as he made his way to an empty seat near the front.
Unexpectedly, Teacher Li was the main teacher responsible for the fifth classroom, Long Su's new academic home.
The school day was filled with a palpable sense of competition as students vied for the highest points.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, with every student eager to secure a top spot in the rankings.
Long Su, despite being new to the class, was no exception. He focused on his tasks, determined to make a strong impression.
As the day drew to a close, the moment of reckoning arrived.
teacher Li announced the top three scorers, and to Long Su's surprise, he konw a name among them.
Among the top three was the girl named Bai Qilan, who strangely observing him from the other side of the classroom since the moment he entered the classroom.
The other two names, however, were unfamiliar to him. He realized that his classmates were just as curious about him as he was about them.
as he gathered his belongings preparing to leave. His performance had clearly made an impact, and he was grateful for the recognition.
Just as he was about to exit the classroom, a group of students approached him.
Bai Qilan, the cousin of Chen Shuirong, with group of other students
"You're pretty impressive, Long Su," Bai Qilan remarked, her tone laced with admiration.
"I'm"glad to have you in our class."
Long Su, humbled by her words, replied with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Bai Qilan. I'm honored to be here."
It was really an unexpected coincidence: Long Su had crossed paths with someone connected to Chen Shuirong. He couldn't help but wonder if fate was at play.
"Long Su,"a student who was standing next to Bai Qilan his voice tinged with curiosity, "what type of unit have you awakened?"
In every school, the type of unit in which a student awakened was considered the most critical factor for success.
Not all students who possessed the Lord's talent were guaranteed to graduate;
their progress hinged upon the specific unit they commanded, determining whether they could meet the minimum requirements for graduation.
Even diligent efforts to save gold coins might not be enough to compensate for an inadequate unit type.
Long Su, maintaining a composed demeanor, replied in a calm and steady voice, "Undead skeleton units."
The revelation of Long Su's unique command over the undead caused a stir among the students gathered around him.
It was a rare and somewhat controversial power, one that often elicited both intrigue and apprehension.
Despite the mixed reactions, it didn't affect long-term su in any form.
The first day of classes drew to a rapid close, the teachers having imparted little more than the identities of the classroom's top three achievers.
As the day's lessons ended and the students dispersed, Long Su made his way back to the solitude of his own home.
With a sense of anticipation, he prepared to delve into the depths of his personal seed world, eager to explore his own first city.
As Long Su entered his world, the familiar landscape shifted, revealing a startling transformation that left him momentarily disoriented.
The world around him had reconfigured, leading him not to the modest palace he had come to know but to a grand, imposing throne that towered at the heart of his domain.
Normally, upon entering the seed world, he would find himself in the vicinity and randomly direction around his small palace,
but this time a unexpected change marked a significant departure from the realm he had painstakingly cultivated.
His gaze swept across the surrounding arew seeking the familiar sight of his crowded skeletal units that stood vigil around his palace, ever-ready to defend it from harm.
However, what greeted him now was a vastly different scene، Now he found himself in the throne room and Two imposing lines of elite skeletal warriors stretched out before him, each standing at attention with unwavering resolve.
Fifty sword-shield wielding units stood on the left, their sharp blades glinting menacingly in the subdued light, while another fifty spear-holder units stood on the right, their defenses primed for any impending threat.
This new configuration of his forces spoke of a disciplined, organized army, a far cry from the chaotic jumble of his early efforts at creating a cohesive defense.
As Long Su took his place upon the grand throne, a wave of silent reverence swept through the assembled ranks.
In a display of unity and submission, each skeletal warrior fell to one knee, their heads bowed, and their weapons held forth in a gesture of allegiance.
The synchronized motion was a testament to their unwavering loyalty and their recognition of Long Su as their creator, their king, and the architect of their purpose.
The throne upon which Long Su now sat represented more than just a seat of power; it symbolized the growth and evolution of his domain, a reflection of his journey as a Lord and the responsibilities that came with it.
As he surveyed the newly-organized ranks of his skeletal army, Long Su felt a surge of pride, tempered by the knowledge that this was just the beginning. There was still much to be done.