"College Entrance Exam Mobilization is Here!"
"Today, we've invited Yuanwu City's top genius, Li Qin, to show you all what a true prodigy looks like!"
Blue Star.
Yuanwu City.
Yuanwu Fifth High School.
The campus buzzed with energy as hundreds of students braved the scorching sun, their eyes locked on the stage. At the podium stood a young man with a cocky grin—Li Qin, the city's reigning genius. Yet his arrogance drew no resentment, only awe.
"Look! That's Li Qin! They say he has an A-grade talent!"
"A-grade?! I'm stuck with a lousy C-grade…"
"With that, he's guaranteed a spot at a top martial university—maybe even Blue Star's No. 1!"
"Rumor says he's already been accepted!"
"No way…!"
Amid the chatter, a pale-faced boy in plain white clothes stood dazed.
Who am I? Where am I? Wasn't I just walking home from work?
Jiang Fan clutched his throbbing head as fragmented memories flooded in. He'd transmigrated—into a weak, E-grade-talent student on a high-martial-arts world called Blue Star.
In this realm, warriors ruled supreme. The College Entrance Exam now included a mandatory Martial Test. Pass it, and even mediocre academics couldn't hold you back. Fail? You'd spend your life serving warriors. Brutal, but necessary.
Why? The answer lay in fragmented memories: decades ago, spatial rifts unleashed Star Beasts upon Blue Star. Humanity discovered Star Energy, birthing warriors to fight back. Technology thrived, but martial prowess reigned.
"Damn it! An E-grade talent? How am I supposed to pass?!" Jiang Fan groaned. Most had C-grade—mediocre but workable. E-grade? A death sentence. No wonder the original host had overworked himself to death.
His eyes drifted to Li Qin, envy burning. Talent tiers here ran from SSS (mythical) down to E (trash). A-grade talents like Li Qin were once-in-a-decade prodigies, destined to become city governors or higher. Meanwhile, Jiang Fan's E-grade meant… servitude.
Just as despair set in—
"Ding! Divine Copy System loading… Success! Newbie Gift Pack unlocked!"
A holographic screen flashed:
Host: Jiang Fan
Realm: None
Copy Points: 100
Talent: E
Strength: 100kg
Speed: 10m/s
Reflexes: E
Martial Skills: None
Weapons: None
Jiang Fan's heart raced. A system!
"System, explain!"
"Divine Copy System allows replication of any attribute from any target. Requires physical contact. Copy Points will be deducted accordingly."
Replicate… talent?! Jiang Fan's gaze snapped to Li Qin, now wrapping up his speech:
"Talent isn't everything! If you reach Pre-Warrior level before the exam, even low-tier talents can succeed!"
The crowd erupted:
"He's right! Hard work beats talent!"
"We'll crush the exam!"
Principals and teachers smiled politely—they knew better. Talent dictated ceilings. But encouragement was policy.
As the principal stood to adjourn the rally, a voice rang out:
"Li Qin! Can I get your autograph?!"
Silence fell. All eyes turned to Jiang Fan, shuffling forward with a notebook.
Li Qin blinked, then smirked. A fanboy?
"Sure. Work hard, okay?" He scribbled his name, brushing Jiang Fan's hand.
"System—copy his talent!"