Chapter 1: Chapter1- Awakening Ritual

"Hey there, young gents. My name is Eva Bodley, 23 years young, and a professional masseuse. I'm looking for a strapping young man who can lift me up high—both literally and metaphorically."

"I am Dorothea Keber, the heiress to the wealthiest family in Saint City. I have no desire to marry. What I seek is someone endowed with a B-level talent or above, to father exceptional children. In return, I offer a king's ransom in gold..."

"I'm Jenny, blessed with an F-level talent in flexibility. I can do handstands and blow job, guaranteed to leave you satisfied. If you know what I mean, step right up, gentlemen..."

"I weigh 43 kg and stand at 164 cm. I'm your sweet girl-next-door who loves wearing white stockings. Currently seeking a generous partner. If you've got a six-pack and meet certain... size requirements, feel free to reach out and let's see where things go!"

"'With my E-level talent for face-changing, I can transform into any look you desire. Whoever owns me can switch girlfriends every day!'"

A barrier separated the square into two sections. On the outside were women of captivating beauty, and on the inside were young boys and girls with fresh, innocent faces.

Seductive soft-spoken sales pitches filled the air, originating from the alluring women outside the barrier. Their voices pierced the ears of the young boys and girls, inflaming some youths who found it difficult to control their impulsive glances.

Many wished they could break free from the barrier and put an end to those seductive women.

Yet no one dared make a move, aware that failing to awaken a powerful talent would put them in an even worse situation than these self-promoting women.

After all, those women could earn their living through their physical allure, while the youths would be left to toil away as lowly laborers.

In this brutal world where only the strong were revered and bloodshed was routine, talent awakening was the golden ticket to ascend the social ladder.

Those who failed or awoke to useless or low-level talents had no choice but to seek the favor and protection of the strong, even if it meant losing their dignity and becoming female slaves, servants, or mistresses.

Hence, the self-promotion we witness today.

Inside the barrier, a circular altar sat at the center of the square, surrounded by six ancient, weathered stone pillars.

Hovering above the altar was a gigantic rhombus-shaped crystal.

Beneath it, hundreds of young boys and girls waited in line.

At that moment, a stunningly beautiful girl with rosy cheeks and a curvy figure ascended the altar.

As soon as she settled, the crystal showered her with a multicolored beam of light. The radiant light danced around her, making her body quiver slightly.

A few breaths later, an even more dazzling column of light, tinged with shades of purple, rose from her head towards the rhombus crystal. The sight left the young boys and girls below in awe.

"Abby Adler, S-level talent—Heart of Elf. Available class: archer!"

Especially when the host next to the altar announced her awakening results, everyone lost their composure.

"Holy smokes, an S-level talent! Way to go, Abby Adler!"

"That talent is definitely the top scorer of this year's Saint City."

"She's so beautiful, and her talent is incredible. How envious."

"If Abby Adler could be my girlfriend, I'd break my own ribs to make her soup!"

A millennium ago, games engulfed reality and countless monsters appeared on Azure Sphere.

From then on, the rules were overturned, and the old order ceased to exist.

Fortunately, the inhabitants of Azure Sphere also gained the ability to awaken talents, choose classes, and level up by defeating monsters.

Anyone who turned eighteen could participate in the Awakening Ritual and choose a class based on their awakened talent.

Today is the Awakening Day for the graduating class of Saint City's Soulspark Academy. The girl who stood bathed in the column of purple light is one of them.

Understand that talents are categorized from low to high as F, E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, and SSS. An S-level talent isn't just one in ten thousand; it's so rare that you might not find one among a hundred thousand awakened individuals.

No wonder her awakening shocked everyone, including the panel of old men on the main stage, who were beaming with irrepressible joy.

"Haha! Headmaster Jay, congratulations! I never thought your Soulspark Academy would produce such a rising star."

"Director Delan, you're too kind. Abby Adler is not only a pride of our Soulspark Academy but also the pride of the entire Saint City!"

"It looks like there's no doubt your Soulspark Academy will be selected as the honorary academy this time."

"Ah! Teaching and nurturing talents are what matter, not honor or dishonor..."

Under the gaze of all, Abby stepped down from the altar, her presence commanding envy and admiration. Like a butterfly, she fluttered into the crowd.

"Congratulations, Abby!"

"Abby, you're amazing..."

"Abby, we're about to graduate, can we exchange contact info?"

People rushed toward her, offering congratulations and begging for contact information, their voices incessant.

But Abby didn't even look up. She went straight to a young boy standing nearby.

"How's that, Howard? Your sister's pretty awesome, huh?"

"S-level talent. You must be so jealous..."

The young man stood tall, with a face as handsome as jade, eyes that twinkled like bright stars, and eyebrows that seemed to be drawn with the finest ink brush.

Amidst the crowd, he exuded an air of regality, like a crane amidst a flock of chickens.

When he and Abby came together, they looked like a divine pair, immediately drawing the attention of young men and women around them—some envious, some jealous.

The young men were jealous of the young man's close relationship with Abby Adler. The young women were envious of Abby for being able to stand next to their heartthrob.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the greatest, okay?" The young man, named Howard Hughes, extended his right hand, his index finger slightly bent, and flicked Abby on the forehead, speaking afterward in a voice tinged with endearment.

This scene made countless people cringe with envy.

On the main stage, Soulspark Academy's Headmaster Jay was so irate upon seeing this that his beard nearly curled.

"Outrageous! These young ones have no shame, talking about love at such a young age. And doing it so openly! What's happened to decorum?" The old man banged his cane with a 'thud, thud.'

He then turned to a woman in her thirties, dressed in a white blouse and black stockings, as striking as a rose, and scolded her angrily.

"Hmph! Mrs. Bevan, are these the students you're teaching? Don't bother explaining. I don't want to hear it. You, now, immediately, go and separate them. They should focus on leveling up, not on romantic dalliances..."

Margaret Bevan, the one being named, bowed slightly in resignation and began walking towards her class.

But before she could take a few steps, she heard, "Never mind, let's discuss this later. Let's first see how the boy's awakening turns out. If his talent is garbage, the gap too vast, they'll naturally drift apart. But if his talent turns out good, then perhaps they're a match made in heaven, and there's no need for us to play the villain."

At these words, Margaret Bevan's heart instantly lightened. She chuckled, "Headmaster, your wisdom and foresight are unparalleled indeed."

The ceremony continued, as one student after another ascended the altar to awaken their talents.

"Betsey Frost, awakening failed. Please exit the ceremony area immediately!"

"Eve Copfield, D-level talent—Strength of the Berserk Bear. Class available: Warrior!"

"Laurel Adler, awakening failed. Please exit the ceremony area immediately!"

"Bernadine Nicholson, C-level talent—Mental Enhancement. Class available: Magus!"

Sadly, not everyone was fortunate enough to awaken a talent, and those who failed were swiftly ushered out of the square, without a moment's hesitation.

After all, how could the sacred Awakening Square afford to be tainted by the presence of failures?

The scene was as real as it was brutal.

No one else with an S-level talent like Abby Adler's appeared, not even an A-level talent was in sight.

Just then, the teacher overseeing the Awakening Ritual called out, "Howard Hughes, come forth for your awakening."

Howard Hughes, upon hearing his name, immediately withdrew his arm from the small of Abby Adler's back and confidently stepped out of the queue, making his way towards the altar.

"Go, Howard!" Abby Adler cheered for him continuously, much to the annoyance of Headmaster Jay, who looked as if his beard might lift in indignation.

On the other side, Howard Hughes took a deep breath to calm himself, then ascended the altar step by step.

Once he settled, the ceremony host activated the rhombus crystal above, and a beam of multicolored light descended upon him.

Howard Hughes felt an initial warmth spread throughout his body, a sensation so comfortable it almost made him sleepy.

But quickly, that comfort turned into an indescribable mix of sour, numb, and ticklish sensations.

It was as if a latent force within him was racing around, looking for an outlet, eager to burst forth.

Chapter 2: Chapter2-The Most Worthless Magus

Time slipped away unnoticed, and Howard Hughes suddenly felt a surge of coolness rush up to the crown of his head, instantly refreshing him.

To the outside world, however, a thin column of white light was seen rising from his body, absorbed by the rhombus crystal above, shooting skywards.

"Uh-oh, a white column? Isn't that the sign of a low-tier talent?"

"Judging by the thinness of the light column, it must be either an E-level or an F-level talent."

"Haha! Look who's the cocky one now. It's his turn to look foolish."

"F-level talent? Even I'm better than him!"

"Maybe I have a shot with Abby Adler now…"

"Howard Hughes, what a waste of space!"

"Come on, give him some slack. With his good looks, there are plenty of people who would still be willing to support him."

Upon witnessing this, the elderly headmaster on the stage briefly paused, then disdainfully snorted.

"An F-level talent? He thinks he's worthy of this school's gem?"

Pausing for a moment, Headmaster Jay turned to the teacher in black stockings. "Margaret, what are you waiting for? Go do what you have to do."

After saying this, Headmaster Jay calmly picked up his insulated mug and took a sip of tea.

Closing his eyes, he couldn't be bothered to spare another glance at Howard Hughes.

To him, Howard was just another bad student hampering others' progress.

Too much attention to such a student might even ruin his appetite for dinner.

At this moment, the voice of the ceremony's host resounded, "Howard Hughes, awakening of F-level talent—Mana Recovery!"

"Suggested Class: Life Class!"

The cacophony of noises finally roused Howard Hughes who stood at the altar.

"Heh, Life Class?"

His eyes narrowing, he leisurely opened his attribute panel.

[Name: Howard Hughes]

[Level: 1]

[Class: Unselected]

[HP: 100]

[MP: 80]

[Strength: 9]

[Constitution: 7]

[Agility: 8]

[Spirit: 10]

[Talent: Supreme Synthesis (Supreme Talent, you have the ability to synthesize anything, merging at least two items into one to create a higher-tier item)]

[Mana Recovery (F-level Talent, recovers 10% of mana every second)]

[Skills: None]

[Equipment: None]

Looking at the information on his talent panel, Howard Hughes couldn't help but crack a smile, his demeanor relaxing considerably.

For he had awakened two talents.

One was indeed as everyone had seen, the bottom-tier F-level Mana Recovery.

However, the other was an unprecedented supreme talent—Supreme Synthesis.

You must understand, the pinnacle of talents in this world is nothing beyond SS or S-level! Howard Hughes, with such a supreme talent, was an unparalleled first in history.

With a talent like this, why should he care about the judgmental eyes of others?

"Alright, those who have completed their awakening, stop dawdling at the altar. Let the others have their turn," said the teacher overseeing the Awakening Ritual, disdain etched across her face.

Howard Hughes smiled and, unconcerned, stepped down from the altar to rejoin his classmates.

He had no intention of revealing the secret of Supreme Synthesis, an unprecedented supreme talent, for who knows what kind of consequences that could bring.

As Howard rejoined the line, he was greeted by an array of mocking and scornful eyes.

Only Abby Adler, her face filled with concern, held onto his arm and whispered consoling words.

"Howard, don't worry. Although your talent is only F-level, it's still a magical talent. With me helping you level up in the future, we won't fall behind anyone else."

Looking at her exquisite, picture-like face, warmth filled Howard Hughes' heart.

He even felt a compulsion to reveal his secret to her.

But just at that moment, a discordant voice interrupted their conversation.

"Howard Hughes, Abby Adler, come over here," said the voice.

Everyone turned to see a stunning woman—bewitchingly beautiful, with curves in all the right places, dressed in a white blouse and black stockings—staring solemnly at the entwined Abby Adler and Howard Hughes.

"Haha! It's Mrs. Bevan; this is going to be good," one student whispered.

"Look at Mrs. Bevan's expression. She's definitely out to break them apart," another added.

"Good! What business does a F-level nobody like him have, being with a celestial beauty like Abby Adler?" another chimed in.

Howard and Abby exchanged a glance, their faces heavy with gravity, as they followed Margaret Bevan.

Abby, in particular, looked visibly distressed. She held Howard's arm tightly, even pressing it against her chest.

She leaned in and said firmly, "Howard, I'll never leave you. Nobody can tear us apart."

Hearing this, a wave of warmth surged within Howard. If not for Margaret Bevan's glaring presence, he might've disclosed the truth about his talent right there and then.

The trio made their way to a secluded spot, finally coming to a halt.

Margaret Bevan turned her gaze upon the pair, still locked in their embrace.

A frown creased her brow, and her voice rang out in mild reprimand.

"Still can't bear to part, can you? In public, no less! With the headmaster and directors from the Education and Cultural Bureaus watching, do you have any idea how badly you're embarrassing yourselves?"

Her words, logically sound, left Abby's cheeks tinged with a rosy blush, her face a portrait of shame.

Yet the young girl seemed obstinate, refusing to release Howard's arm. Instead, she held on even tighter.

Infuriated, Margaret Bevan was about to speak, but Abby cut her off.

"Mrs. Bevan, are you trying to separate us? Let me make it clear: Howard and I cannot be separated. Not even by death."

With that, as if to validate her words, Abby stood on her tiptoes and kissed Howard right on his lips.

The audacious act left Margaret Bevan flabbergasted, at a loss for words.

Finally, she glared at Howard, hoping he'd have the decency to let go of Abby himself.

However, Howard only raised an eyebrow at her, spreading his hands in a 'what-can-I-do' gesture, irking Margaret even further.

After a lingering French kiss that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, Abby finally released Howard.

Panting slightly, she looked triumphantly at Margaret Bevan and declared, "See, Mrs. Bevan, there's no way you can separate Howard and me."

"If you insist, we would rather drop out of school."

Hearing her resolute words, Howard spontaneously reached out his hand and intertwined his fingers with Abby's.

This was the first time he had ever initiated holding hands with her.

Usually, Abby would cling to him, and he'd simply let her, neither encouraging nor discouraging her touch.

Sensing this shift, Abby's eyes curved into crescents of joy.

Margaret sighed, her tone softening. "Who said I'm trying to separate you? I'm here to inform you that the school has decided to organize a leveling-up expedition. Veteran awakened will lead you on a journey to gain experience in the wild."

"Is this true?" Abby asked, her face full of disbelief.

Though Howard remained silent, the skepticism in his eyes was as vivid as Abby's.

He knew too well that the headmaster was not a man to do anything without a profitable motive.

Furthermore, with his lowly talent, it was unlikely anyone would be assigned to guide him in leveling-up.

"Yes," Margaret continued. "We brought you here separately because you were assigned to different teams. I feared you wouldn't agree and create a scene, like what just happened."

Abby's face flushed with a hint of shame upon hearing this.

But she quickly recovered, pressing on: "Then why can't we be in the same team?"

Margaret carefully chose her words, especially seeing Howard's still-skeptical expression. "You see, Abby, you have awakened an S-level talent. The higher-ups have taken note and have designated a powerful awakened to lead an elite team, which includes you. But there's limited space in the elite team. Given Howard's talent, he can't make the cut. He has to join a regular team like other students."

Abby nodded, apparently accepting Margaret's explanation.

But then she shook her head decisively, her eyes locked onto Howard as she firmly stated, "No, I want to be with Howard. I'll go to the regular team. Give my spot on the elite team to someone else."

Hearing her words, both Margaret and Howard were surprised, looking at Abby as if seeing her anew.

"Who would've thought she'd go to such lengths for Howard—for me?" The same thought rippled through both their minds, as if orchestrated by an unseen hand.

Chapter 3: Chapter3-The Elite Team

Margaret and Howard exchanged a glance, their lips moving silently, as if conveying messages that only they could understand.

After a brief moment, it seemed as if they'd reached some sort of agreement. Remarkably, they spoke in unison, urging Abby.

"Don't be foolish, Abby. The opportunity to join the elite team is rare. You shouldn't turn it down. If you want to help me, the best way is to get stronger as quickly as possible, right?" Howard insisted.

"Nonsense! Do you think you can just give up your spot on the elite team as you please? Such capriciousness—what would people think of you, or of Howard?" Margaret added.

Their nearly simultaneous admonishments left Abby's head buzzing, unsure whose advice to take.

"Look, Abby," Margaret sighed, "The team Howard's joining might be a regular one, but it's still led by awakened individuals above level 30. Other students need to have at least C-level or B-level talents to qualify. All of this has been specially arranged for you."

Abby was torn, her eyes turning to Howard for some sign of what he thought.

Instead of supporting her, Howard reiterated his earlier stance, "Exactly, Abby. The opportunity is rare. If you really want to help me, then you should level up as fast as possible, shouldn't you?"

Howard, who possessed a Supreme Synthesis talent, wasn't worried about leveling up.

He also didn't want to hold Abby back.

Thus, he fervently urged her to proceed, with even more conviction than Margaret.

"Alright, fine! Howard, you have to promise me: you won't give up, you'll work hard on leveling up, and you'll wait for me to come back. Also, you better not flirt with any vixens while I'm away, or you'll have me to answer to."

The word 'flirt' startled Howard, making him wonder if some of his prior actions had been discovered.

Margaret's expression also stiffened at the word 'vixens,' revealing her discomfort.

The two exchanged another guilty look before quickly averting their eyes.

Unfortunately, Abby missed this; her head was resting against Howard's chest, her spirits low.

"Alright, Abby, come with me. I'll escort you to the elite team's base where you can meet your teammates. You'll also get to meet the strong leader of the team. Who knows, there might be a pleasant surprise waiting for you!" Margaret coaxed.

Torn, Abby allowed herself to be led away from Howard's embrace, looking back three times with each step, her eyes brimming with yearning.

Once they reached a corner, Margaret glanced back at Howard. Her eyes glinted with triumph as she gestured to him; her fiery red lips moved silently, sending a message only he could decipher.

Seizing the moment while Abby was distracted, Howard mimed a grabbing motion with both hands, even giving it a firm squeeze.

This startled Margaret into a hasty retreat, pulling Abby along until they disappeared around the bend.

...

"Howard, F-level talent—Mana Recovery. You have a choice of classes: magus, priest, summoner. I would recommend priest; it's safer," said the class mentor who reviewed his form, as Howard rejoined his group amidst snickers after the Awakening Ritual had ended.

"Thank you for the advice, but I'd like to choose magus," Howard politely declined, smiling.

While the priest class might be safer, it also meant leveling up at a slower pace and relying on a team. He didn't want to follow others around, groveling for protection.

"Hmph! Some people never heed good advice," the middle-aged mentor sighed, his expression a mixture of resignation and disapproval.

Nonetheless, he raised his staff towards Howard, chanting, "Spirits of Magic! Temporarily put aside your inherent pride and come to the pentagram's throne; bestow upon this humble lamb the radiant power of magic!"

A pillar of light descended upon Howard.

A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his ear,

[Ding! Congratulations, awakened Howard, you have successfully chosen the magus class and will gain the following attributes per level up:]

[1. Each level will give you 100 HP and 250 mana!]

[2. Each level will give you 2 points in strength, 2 in constitution, 1 in agility, and 5 in spirit!]

[3. Each level will provide 2 personal attribute points and 1 skill point!]

[Ding! Congratulations, awakened Howard, you have successfully chosen the magus class and gained an F-level skill—Fire Ball. Please check the details yourself.]

Continuous notifications rang out, and a new skill icon appeared on Howard's attribute panel.

[Fire Ball]

[Level: F]

[Effect: Gathers the fire elements in the air, condensing them into a ball of fire that can deal [100+2 * spirit] fire elemental magical damage upon hitting an enemy.]

[Cooldown: 10 seconds]

[Mana Cost: 45]

[Proficiency: 0/100]

Howard glanced at the attribute panel, then closed it. He bowed to the class mentor and slowly left the class selection room, heading towards a pre-arranged meeting place.

"Creak!"

"You've here?"

As soon as Howard pushed the door open, a warm body lunged into his arms, hands moving up and down, quickly undoing the restraints on him.

"Little one, you're being so rude before we even start. How much do you really want to 'disrespect your teacher'?"

"Ha! Now you talk about 'disrespecting your teacher', but it was you who invited me here, Teacher!"

This is a dimly lit office, furnished only with an aged desk, a worn-out chair, and an old filing cabinet.

Sunlight filters through the narrow window, casting mottled shadows across the room.

Two naked bodies entwined in an intimate embrace, their labored breaths filling the air with a sense of urgency.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the figure draped over the table was none other than Margaret, the mature and enigmatic teacher with ebony stockings, who had only moments ago parted ways with Howard.

"Come clean, what's the deal here?" Howard interrogated as he wielded his big cock, sliding it in and out of Margaret's tunnel while questioning her. "I know about Abby's elite team, but how did I end up in the remedial group? Since when do they bother training 'garbage' like an F-level talent?"

"What's wrong with being an F-level talent?" Margaret countered, her voice laden with desire, as Howard's cock, large and unyielding, pressed against her. "My dear, even without awakened talent, my little man's cock is big and thick, and it certainly had its way with the teacher on this very table, didn't it?" She provocatively raised her ebony-clad legs high, enduring Howard's advances while skip his questions

As Howard intensified his gravitational force, repeatedly crashing into her, she finally yielded, gasping, "Ah! Alright, alright, I'll tell you. It's the old headmaster, he wanted to introduce Abby to some influential young masters from prominent families. So, he meticulously assembled an elite team, consisting of Abby and several A-level talents, with the rest being young scions from various noble families in Saint City."

"Even the leader of the team was lured by Abby's talent and actively volunteered to take charge," Margaret exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion as she explained. "As for your leveling-up squad, I made excuses to secure it for you. The old man agreed without hesitation, eager to successfully place Abby in the elite team."

"Also, your 'breakup fee' has been approved by the old man. The money has already been transferred to your account."

Hearing this, Howard felt deeply satisfied. The pace of his movements abruptly quickened, filling the room with a cacophony of sounds—crashes, friction, the collision of furniture, and Margaret's interspersed exclamations.

"You... you're really willing to break up with Abby?" Margaret inquired, humming between her words. "Never mind her feelings for you; her S-level talent alone has already made so many people green with envy. Can you really bear to let go?"

Howard didn't rush to respond; he maneuvered his big cock in and out of Margaret's vaginal, causing her to shimmer with splashes of water, amidst a chorus of ecstatic screams.

He wouldn't even allow his gaping maw a moment's respite, relentlessly caressing Margaret's breast, occasionally savoring her nipples as if they were a succulent grape, bringing delight to her that her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

After a prolonged wait, the third orgasm arrived for Margaret, casting a cascade of frothy spray onto Howard's glans.

At last, Howard could no longer contain himself, and he erupted directly into the tunnel, pouring thick, milk-like substance into her depths. The scorching heat made her scream once more.

Only at this moment did Howard begin to explain in a low voice, "Hmph, what do you know? If I don't agree, that old man has ways to make me submit. Better to take some money from him and quickly increase my strength."

"As for breaking up... as long as I rise quickly, who would dare say otherwise? Abby is mine, and nothing will change that."

Having said this, he turned to look at Margaret. With a grand gesture, he reached out and took a pair of stones into his hand, massaging them thoughtfully before asking, "So, are you jealous?"