Enzo was not without knowledge of the innate skills of Awakeners that often determined what kind of Awakeners they would become.
There were many innate skills, even the number was hard to predict.
Each innate skill was considered to have its own advantages and disadvantages, but there were always types that were called rare.
Skill Maker, this sounded more magical than many other innate skills.
At the same time, suddenly the world symbol on his palm underwent a mysterious change. Above it, something similar to a black hole of small size appeared, floating in the air.
"Portal," he said with glowing eyes.
Each Awakener had one portal, a path for them to go to the Primordial World, something only they could enter.
With his mind, the portal disappeared and he could summon it again or then increase its size so he could enter.
"It finally worked, hahaha!" The old man, Paul, laughed again.
He patted Enzo on the shoulder, as if he was very happy for him.
From how he mocked the students and his friendliness to him, perhaps he was one of the people who didn't like the free distribution of the Awakening Orb only to those elite students.
This was something that was often debated as people regarded this distribution as unfair.
However, this unfair distribution also had a good reason, which was due to the elites' higher potential than ordinary people.
"Son, you are not required to tell others what your innate skill is, but since you became an Awakener, registering yourself with the association is a must or you will be considered as someone dangerous. Right, you are not part of these students, so you can go ahead and register, just go to the fifth floor, someone will welcome you there," he said while pushing his back.
Enzo had no desire to stand on that stage any longer. He nodded to the old man and also to Rosa who congratulated him once again.
When he saw her smile, his mind seemed to drift, increasing his enthusiasm to improve soon.
He strode down the stage quite quickly, passing by the students who looked like they wanted to gang up on him to death.
After that he entered the elevator, pressing the button to the fifth floor.
His focus was only on himself and he wanted to leave this building as soon as possible to research his powers.
DING!
As the sound echoed, the elevator doors opened, revealing a spacious and tranquil room where there were about ten desks each at an end of the room.
However, this room was rather quiet.
Enzo only saw two women in work uniforms, one of whom was already standing in front of him with a friendly smile while the other was sitting behind one of the desks.
"Welcome, Mr. Enzo, I have completed your registration and your identity card as an Awakener is ready," said the woman in front of him in a professional tone that did not hide her cheerful personality.
Not only did she know his name but having completed his registration without even looking at his ID card, Enzo couldn't help but feel uneasy at the realization that the Primordial Association could know details about him right from the moment he arrived.
As an ordinary person, this was completely unavoidable for him since he had no ability to hide information.
"Mr. Enzo, please take a seat over there first," the woman continued, inviting him to sit in front of her desk.
Enzo nodded to her and then followed her while asking, "I heard that an Awakener will get a monthly commission from the association, is that correct?"
"Uhmm..." The woman cleared her throat which seemed like she was holding back laughter at his question.
"Mr. Enzo, that's true, but as an Awakener, I guess you won't be thinking about money anymore because soon money will be an easy thing to come by for you," she said, hiding her urge to laugh by way of a big smile.
"I can't wait any longer because I've run out of my last penny," Enzo replied, not hiding his great desire for money.
The woman finally fell silent with a continued smile.
She nodded with an understanding expression.
Before answering, she went to her seat first.
"Mr. Enzo, this is your new ID card..." She handed him a card that looked like an ID card except that it was black with the Primordial Association symbol on the back.
Enzo took it without really looking at it. Things like ID cards were really not important to him.
The woman couldn't help but want to laugh again. Quickly, she said, "as an Awakener, you will get a monthly salary of 3000 Dollars which is equivalent to the salary of an average worker in our country. It is paid from the first day you enroll, which is now. It will probably be in your account in about 5 minutes as long as there are no problems in the process of sending your data to our headquarters.
"That's right, you can now login to the association's website with your mobile number. When you log in, you can access things that ordinary people cannot access such as forums or marketplaces exclusively for Awakeners. There, you can learn many things about the lives of Awakeners and things in the Primordial World. It's important to know other people's experiences first so that you don't get into trouble. People are sometimes just mesmerized by the power of the Awakeners and forget about the fact that their journey will be fraught with danger."
"I know!" Enzo nodded but didn't seem to care much about the advice.
He was only serious when he heard when he would receive his money.
"Can I go now?" he asked.
"Yes!" The woman replied.
Enzo immediately stood up, stepping towards the elevator to go down.
In no time, he arrived again at the first floor which didn't look any different from before as the students were still queuing up for their Awakening Orbs. In fact, he found more of them had just arrived.
In front of them, he acted relaxed, showing his good mood.
Even the newly arrived students had also heard about him as everyone kept talking about him.
Exiting the association building, he stepped even faster, taking out his cell phone which suddenly received a notification.
(Your account just received 3000 Dollars!)
"Finally!" His hands trembled for a moment at the sight of the notification.
When he saw a taxi passing in front, he immediately waved his hand to ask it to stop.
After the taxi stopped, he got into the back seat.
"Sir, take me to Dragon District," he said.
Until now, he hadn't put his ID card in his wallet, so the taxi driver could see his ID card.
Knowing that he was an Awakener, he didn't dare not smile, quickly driving to the Dragon District.
In Vera City, Dragon District was a famous area but it was on the outskirts of the city, an area for poor people.
The trip there took up to 1 hour from the city center.
As he sat down, Enzo focused on his status panel with his forehead furrowed.
'Why is my Intelligence so low? Is my IQ below average?' He wondered uncomfortably because his innate skill required that to create skills.
He didn't know if that amount was enough to make his first skill.
Since the previous notice said that he couldn't make stronger skills with such a low Intelligence, so he just imagined something simpler.
He imagined a skill that made his hands have iron claws about 30 cm long.
DING!
(You managed to create your skill, but because your Intelligence is a little lacking, your skill will only have one iron claw, this skill has the name One Claw, do you want to get it?)
(Yes/No!)
'What, only one claw!'
Enzo rolled his eyes, feeling like his face had just been punched.
If there was only one claw, could it be called a claw?
Even so, he still chose yes, wanting to see the result.
As for pressing the button in his status panel, it was something he could do with his mind directly.
DING!
(One Claw successfully created!)
A new notification appeared and then something appeared above his palm, which was a small book with the title 'Skill Book, One Claw!'
The cover of the book itself had a picture of a hand with one claw that exactly matched the description he received.
'So the result of the skill I made in the form of a Skill Book, doesn't this mean I can also sell it...'
Enzo felt excited about this result because if it could be sold, it meant that he had a large source of money. After all, the Skill Book had a very high price.