Chapter 3

In contrast to Lin Beichen's indifference, the other students in the class were extremely excited about the upcoming year-end competition.

A group of them were discussing enthusiastically, each one chiming in.

"This is a great opportunity, classmates. This time, I must break into the top thirty of the first-year class in the mid-year competition..."

"Haha, my [Basic Sword Technique] has already reached the sixth level, and the rank of Third-Class Warrior is within reach. As long as I can master Instructor Ding's exclusive technique, [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Three-Strike], I will definitely stand out and become a representative of our provincial third primary academy, participating in the Yunmeng City [Blazing Sun Competition]."

"Immature, what's the point of entering the [Blazing Sun Competition]?"

"Exactly, not to mention the National Royal Primary Academy, which gathers all the top talents from Yunmeng City. Just considering the six provincial primary academies, various private schools, and wild lineage inheritors, there are no fewer than five hundred eligible participants, each a genius among geniuses. Even if you achieve the ninth level of [Basic Sword Technique] and the peak of Third-Class Warrior, you would still be just a rookie in the [Blazing Sun Competition]. In front of those geniuses, you are just a junior."

"Ma Qianjun, your mouth is really poisonous. My grand ambitions have been mercilessly shattered by your toxic tongue."

"Sigh, speaking of which, our Third Academy seems to have failed in the Yunmeng City Blazing Sun Competition preliminary rounds for three consecutive years."

"Yes, it's a truly heartbreaking and hopeless record."

"What's the point? Just think about the fact that our academy hasn't had a student qualify for the provincial [Blazing Sun Competition] for ten consecutive years, and you'll feel even more hopeless."

"Speaking of which, Wu Xiaofang from Class One, Si Xinlin from Class Five, Mu Xinyue from Class Six, and Wu Xi from Class Nine, these four are said to be the once-in-twenty-years geniuses of our Third Academy. Maybe they have a chance?"

The students discussed enthusiastically.

Groups of twelve-year-old boys and girls gathered together, chatting and laughing, creating a lively and joyful atmosphere in the dormitory.

Only within three meters of Lin Beichen, the area was empty, a vacuum zone.

No one was willing to approach him.

To be precise, they didn't dare to.

There was no way around it.

His reputation was already notorious.

The body he possessed before the soul transfer was the son of Lin Jinan, one of the ten famous generals of the Beihai Empire, the [Heavenly War Marquis].

Heavenly War Marquis Lin Jinan lost his wife in middle age and had one daughter and one son.

His eldest daughter, Lin Tingchan.

This girl was a prodigy, a living legend from Yunmeng City, with unparalleled talent.

At the age of three, she became a First-Class Warrior.

At the age of six, she became a Third-Class Warrior.

At the age of ten, she reached the maximum level and advanced to the Martial Master level.

At the age of sixteen, she is already the youngest freshman in the history of the Beihai Empire's Royal War Academy.

From the first day Lin Tingchan started school, in any of the city, provincial, or national-level Blazing Sun Competitions she participated in, she always won the championship, shining like a rising sun, and was known as a world-class genius whom "the entire empire is waiting to grow up."

And the younger son, Lin Beichen, is fourteen years old.

Compared to his sister, he is worlds apart.

Playful, lazy, lustful, arrogant, and domineering...

Any term used to describe a spoiled second-generation rich kid fits Lin Beichen perfectly.

Worse still, Lin Beichen has had a brain disorder since childhood.

To put it bluntly, he is mentally ill, a brain-damaged individual.

When he has an episode, he often does things that are incomprehensible.

If it were any other imperial noble family, they would have beaten him to death and started over, creating a new account to level up.

But the decisive and heroic [Heavenly War Marquis] Lin Jinan, despite his son's lack of ambition, doted on him immensely, unwilling to scold or hit him, treating him like a precious gem, giving him the moon if he asked for the stars, and the sun if he asked for the moon.

Lin Jinan almost went to great lengths to satisfy all of the wastrel's reasonable and unreasonable demands.

So, even when Lin Beichen was expelled from the Yunmeng City Provincial First and Second Primary Academies, the old marquis didn't scold him, and instead, with a lowered face, sent him to the Provincial Third Primary Academy.

A year ago, the Beihai Empire and the Aurora Empire engaged in a border war.

[Heavenly War Marquis] Lin Jinan led the troops to the border.

Lin Tingchan also graduated from the Yunmeng City National Royal Intermediate Academy and went to the Royal Advanced War Academy for further studies.

Thus, without any constraints, Lin Beichen immediately became like an unleashed wild dog, completely letting loose.

In less than a year, the once grand Heavenly War Marquis Manor was almost completely ruined, leaving only an empty shell.

Not to mention the Third Primary Academy, even the entire Yunmeng City was thrown into chaos by him.

To exaggerate, if you shouted "Lin Beichen is coming" anywhere in Yunmeng City, the bustling street would instantly become empty, with not a single person left.

Thus, he earned the nickname [Street-Cleaning Tiger].

This is the identity Lin Beichen assumed after the soul transfer.

Every student in the class, regardless of gender, has been bullied or teased by Lin Beichen.

Who would dare to approach such a menace?

All the students avoided him like the plague.

However, Lin Beichen was actually quite content with this situation.

No friends is good.

The less contact he had with the people of this world, the less likely his identity would be exposed.

In the three days since the soul transfer, Lin Beichen had already grasped some basic information about this world.

For example, this world not only has many powerful individuals with great abilities but also, it is said, the existence of omnipotent deities. If his soul "usurping" the body was exposed, his fate would be only one thing—

He would be labeled as a "demon god" and taken to the city center's [Lord of Swords Temple] to be burned at the stake.

In simpler terms, he would be burned to death.

So, it's better to be cautious.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ding ding ding!

The bell rang, signaling the end of the break and the start of the next class.

The old instructor, Ding San Shi, entered the classroom and walked to the podium.

"Let's continue the class."

"Classmates, as I mentioned last time, I will now teach you the [Basic Sword Technique Close-Range Three-Strike]. I want to emphasize again that although this technique is still within the realm of basic sword techniques, it is an original secret technique created by this instructor, the pinnacle of basic sword techniques. It is easy to learn, powerful, and can be quickly mastered. Once you can fully integrate it, you will be invincible within the Third-Class Warrior level, helping you achieve good results in the competition and improve your pass rate."

All the students were listening attentively.

Only Lin Beichen, sitting in the middle of the first row, was unsurprisingly not paying attention.

He was still obsessively studying his phone.

However, tragically, after another class, he not only failed to discover any new functions or clues to return home, but the phone's battery level also dropped from 21% to 19%, entering a yellow warning state.

The battery was critically low.

Lin Beichen felt like he had been hit by a husky.

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