The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

1: Chapter 1 Awakening Day: A five-meter radius sewer profession!”This is too slow. Why are there so many lifestyle classes this year?”

June in the Capital City, the heat was stifling.

The sports field of Jingda Affiliated High School was solemn.

On the rostrum, the two-story-tall ”Class Transfer Origin Stone” hummed, occasionally emitting one or two colorful lights, dazzling and cool.

At the back of the line, a short, stocky boy elbowed the person in front of him.

”Hey, Old Su, do you think I can Awaken as a ’Berserker’? If not, a ’Heavy Shield Guard’ would also work. I heard the front lines are most in need of tanks right now. Transferring classes even comes with a settlement fee and an official position.”

The young man in front of him seemed a bit nonchalant.

The young man was tall and straight, wearing a school uniform white shirt, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and holding a copy of ”Compendium of Myriad Races Creatures · Revised Edition” in his hand.

Hearing this, he didn’t even turn his head, his slender fingers skillfully turning a page.

”Berserkers rely on equipment. If you don’t have money to buy two A-grade battle axes, you’ll just be delivering takeout to Goblins. As for Shield Guards, according to your bone density and body fat percentage, you’re more likely to be a ’meatball even softer than a wild boar.’”

Su Yun’s voice was clear and his tone indifferent.

The chubby boy’s mouth twitched, but he wasn’t angry; instead, he chuckled.

”That’s still better than a lifestyle class. I say, Su, the academic master, today the entire school... no, the eyes of all sorts of people in the entire Capital City are on you. Full marks in theoretical classes, you’re the only Prodigy in a hundred years to achieve that. If you Awaken as a ’Blacksmith,’ tsk tsk, that would be a huge joke.”

Su Yun closed his book and pushed up his glasses.

A Blacksmith?

On this Blue Star, where datafication has existed for a hundred years, rifts of myriad races have torn the border lines to shreds.

Although humanity has barely managed to gain a foothold with the help of class transferees, the annual casualty list is still as long as the plastic track on the sports field, circle after circle.

What the country needs has never been blacksmiths, but war machines that can efficiently kill, or enable teammates to kill more efficiently.

”Senior Class Three, Su Yun!”

Suddenly, the voice of the Dean of Students on the rostrum echoed through the loudspeaker.

The previously whispering crowd below instantly fell silent.

With a whoosh, everyone’s heads uniformly turned towards the Class Three team.

Not only the students, but even the military observers who had been sitting in the shade of the rostrum drinking tea put down their cups and straightened their backs a bit.

The accompanying principal even pulled out a handkerchief, desperately wiping the sweat from his balding forehead.

”It’s your turn.” The chubby boy pushed Su Yun, ”Go on, open our eyes.”

Su Yun stepped out of the queue.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, and he quickly walked through the crowd to the front.

As he passed the Class One team, several top students who usually looked down on others instinctively shrank back, avoiding his gaze.

This was the oppressive feeling of the ”Theory Emperor.”

He had dominated the grade’s top spot for three consecutive years, crushed Specially Appointed Instructors in simulated tactical exercises to the point of doubting life, and even corrected tactical loopholes in textbooks. Such a person, even if he didn’t Awaken, wouldn’t have a bad future.

Stepping onto the rostrum, a wave of heat washed over him.

The principal’s fat face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum:

”Su Yun, don’t be nervous. According to the potential test results, your Mental Energy value is off the charts, so you’re definitely a powerful magic-based core. As long as it’s not too obscure, the military’s special recruitment contract is waiting for you right here.”

The military observer next to him was a middle-aged man with two bars and three stars on his epaulets.

He sized up Su Yun, nodding with satisfaction.

”I am Zhao Gang Zhao Gang of the Falcon Legion. Su Yun, I’ve watched your simulated combat command footage. You kited a Level 25 ’Elite Minotaur’ to death with a team of Level 10 ’Militiamen’ without taking any damage. With such tactical proficiency, even if you Awaken as a Priest, I’ll still take you.”

”Do your best, and leave the rest to fate.”