Chapter 2 Talent

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"Your Salamander Avatar has acquired an evolution point through consuming a large amount of food."

"Attribute page is being generated… generation complete."

Accompanied by two lines of transparent text appearing, Jack Clark was startled as a transparent page frame emerged before his eyes.

Physique: 7 (Ordinary people 10)

Strength: 7

Agility: 6

Spirit: 10

Talent: Soul Split

Avatar Body: Six-legged Salamander [A mundane amphibious creature, adult body length thirty centimeters, combat power 0]

Level: None

Talent: None

Evolution value: 1/10 [When the evolution value is full, evolution can be unlocked]

"Attribute page…" Jack Clark slowly exhaled, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

As someone who used to enjoy reading novels, watching anime, and playing games, Jack naturally accepted this unexpected development.

And he had a rough idea of why the Six-legged Salamander had become his Avatar.

It probably had something to do with his Soul Split talent.

His eyes scanning the data, Jack showed no surprise at his other attributes being below that of normal people, except for spirit.

His body was indeed weak.

Then his gaze fell on the Avatar's data below, his lips slightly curling upwards.

With an attribute page that existed only in fantasy, and an Avatar that could accumulate evolution points by simply eating, he felt that he could easily make something of himself in this life.

"Cough… stay calm, stay calm." After the excitement passed, Jack gradually calmed himself down.

Next, he researched the attribute page for a while longer, but unfortunately, he didn't uncover anything new.

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At eight in the morning, on the sidewalk by the street, Jack Clark, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and leather shoes, walked towards school, facing the morning sun.

It must be said that the uniforms in this world were quite stylish; wearing it, Jack seemed more spirited.

At that moment, Glenn Clark said enviously, "Bro, you look so cool in that school uniform."

Due to his weak constitution since childhood, Jack's face always lacked color, making it appear pale and clean, and his features were delicate, even prettier than many female students.

Although standing only at one meter seventy, slightly on the thin side, he walked with an upright posture, exuding a noteworthy presence, giving off the aura of a frail but beautiful young man.

"It's alright." Jack was quite satisfied with this aspect, grateful he did not end up ugly, stumpy, and short after his transmigration.

Compared to his brother, the thirteen-year-old Glenn was somewhat more rugged in appearance, already one meter seventy-five, well-built, with a strong and sturdy look.

Today wasn't just Jack's first day of school, but Glenn's as well, one in junior high and the other in high school.

Furthermore, their schools were in the same direction; Glenn's school was a bit closer, about a twenty-minute walk, while the high school Jack attended was about half an hour away in a different district.

"Bro, I've heard that after you start high school, you can learn real True Martial Arts, and if you have good talent, you can even receive national key training."

Jack shook his head, "Reaching the national training standards isn't easy."

Glenn swung his fist, "Bro, I believe in you, you can definitely do it."

"…Do you really think this sickly body of mine has good cultivation talent?" Unlike Glenn's blind trust, Jack wasn't very confident.

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After the start of the New Era, having experienced over a decade of chaos, the countries around the entire world united to form the current United Federation, which has maintained stability for decades.

The city we're currently in is called Mist River City, where most of the residents are Han Chinese, and twelve years of compulsory education is implemented.

By the time high school is reached, as the physical development is basically complete, everyone will begin to learn the basic True Martial curriculum set by the Federation.

It is at this point that the life paths of most people start to diverge.

If one has cultivation talent and is willing to pursue Martial Arts, they will enter the Martial Cultivation class in the second semester of Senior One, focusing on Martial Arts while also studying the humanities.

Others, who have practiced basic True Martial for a semester but lack talent, can choose to focus on the humanities and sciences to achieve excellent grades and enter university.

Of course, whether it's practicing Martial Arts or studying, those with talent are in the minority; most people will join society after completing high school.

And since it is about practicing Martial Arts, a good physique is naturally the foundation.

This is why Jack Clark wasn't hopeful about his own cultivation talent.

However, he didn't get discouraged. With an attribute page and an Avatar capable of evolution, he still had the possibility of standing at the peak.

On his way, Jack Clark parted with his brother Glenn Clark, and after walking for more than ten minutes along the Pedestrian Walkway, he arrived at the gate of South Sky Martial Height School.

Today is the opening day, and the street was almost blocked with sedans dropping off children.

Due to the "resurgence of spiritual energy," although the technological civilization of this world was also developing, it was progressing slowly, and overall it was only slightly more advanced than Earth.

Therefore, although these luxury cars had smoother lines, they were still powered by oil and electricity, and had not yet advanced to the floating stage.

Following the crowd, Jack Clark entered the school at an unhurried pace, and after checking the bulletin board for his name, he made his way to the second-floor classroom of Class 3 in the senior one year group.

By this time, there were already some students inside, making the room somewhat noisy.

Jack Clark glanced around and casually chose a seat in the back row by the window, thinking to himself, "I never thought I'd have to go through high school again after crossing over."

Soon, the classroom was full, with about forty students, a roughly one-to-one ratio of males to females.

At nine o'clock, a woman in her thirties walked into the classroom, dressed in formal attire, with a stern face. She wrote the name "James Crane" on the blackboard as she entered.

James Crane, standing on the podium, looked down and said seriously, "My name is James Crane, and from today onward, I will be your Class Teacher."

Then she pointed directly at two students in the front row, "You, temporarily assume the role of Class Leader."

"And you, temporarily take on the role of Martial Art Committee Member. Any objections?"

The two students she pointed out, a male and a female, where the male student was even somewhat excited, stood up and said, "Teacher, I have no objections."

The female student also nodded, "I have no objections either."

"Good. Later, the two of you find a few people to go to the material room and distribute the learning materials," she instructed.

"Yes, Teacher."

She then looked at all the students and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, "Today is the first day of school, and there's nothing much to do; it's mainly for you to recognize your class."

"Once you've got your learning materials, you can do as you please. You can go back home or take a tour of the school. Classes will officially start tomorrow."

"Also, your current seat will be your permanent seat hereafter, without any changes under normal conditions."

"There are keys in the drawer under your desk; you can lock your study materials in there. There's no need to carry them back and forth every day."

"Alright, that's all."

Having said that, James Crane, the Class Teacher, turned and left in a decisive and efficient manner, leaving the students continuing to be baffled.

Jack Clark included, he hadn't expected his first day in high school in this world to encounter such an impressive Class Teacher.

Or was it that the educational style in this world was like this?

To casually assign two individuals as Class Leader and Martial Art Committee Member, to briefly state instructions, and then walk away as if spending another moment would waste her life.

Under normal conditions, shouldn't it be about every student introducing themselves on stage, getting to know each other's faces, and integrating into the class atmosphere and new environment sooner?