Chapter Two: The Lowest Rating

Tianheng Academy had no gate, only a curtain of light stretched across a mountain valley. Each freshman passed beneath it and received a projected rank. Children of heroic dynasties were crowned by radiant clan emblems. Commoners received only a number. “Lin Yan. Mimic class. Firefly One.” Gray light rose above him, followed by laughter. The student registrar searched his list. “Class Zero, old hangar. Dormitory D. Forty minutes of training allocation per week.” Behind Lin, Qi Jin snorted. The red-bird crest of the Blazing Sun family marked his uniform. His Silver-Ring Two gift, Burnline, ignited matter along his sight. “Forty minutes? Enough for him to spend his borrowed trick four times.”