Worldwide Class Change: Minimal Effort, Maximum Reward!

He then opened the academy’s sect registration portal on his datapad.

The registration form was straightforward. Sect name. Founding member ID. Initial membership list, minimum two additional members. Mission statement, optional field that most sects left blank but that he looked at for a moment before deciding it was worth filling in.

He typed the name.

He entered his member ID.

He left the membership fields for the other two members blank for now, marking the sect as pending formation pending membership confirmation, which was a valid registration state that held the name and reserved the founding credit for forty-eight hours while the founding member finalized the roster.

In the mission statement field, he typed four words.

****From nothing to first.*****

He looked at it for a moment. It was accurate. It communicated the direction without overexplaining it. He submitted the registration.

The academy system processed it and returned a confirmation.

Sect Registration Confirmed — Pending Status

Sect Name: Celestial Legion

Founding Member: Lin Yi (1st Year, Level A)

Current Membership: 1/3 minimum — Pending

Current Rank: Unranked

Combined Score: 0

Status: Registration hold — 48 hours to complete minimum membership

He looked at the confirmation for a moment. Unranked. Combined score zero. The bottom of the academy’s sect registry, tied with every other newly formed or incomplete sect in the system.

That was fine.

He closed the registration portal and opened his formation theory notes. The fundamentals module had three remaining sections, and he wanted to finish them before the dungeon mechanics practical session that Instructor Fang had scheduled for the following week.

Formation theory was not the most immediately applicable knowledge for someone whose combat output operated at his current level, but he had decided early in the semester that operating below his potential in any area was a habit he did not want to develop. The academic components of this institution existed for reasons that would become apparent at scales he hadn’t reached yet, and arriving there without the theoretical foundation would be a problem that past-Lin-Yi had failed to prevent.

He worked through the first section. Then the second. By the time he reached the third, the dormitory corridor outside had gone quiet, which placed the time somewhere past the point where most of his classmates stopped working for the evening.

He thought, while he read, about what Celestial Legion needed to become over the course of this session and the ones that followed it.

The immediate priority was membership. He needed two more members to complete the registration. That decision required careful thought, because the sect’s composition at founding would shape its direction more than any subsequent additions. Early members established the culture of a collective. They defined what the group expected of itself and what it accepted as normal. The wrong founding members would require management energy that he would rather spend on forward movement.

He had not yet made a decision about who he wanted. He was not going to make it quickly. The forty-eight-hour registration hold gave him time, and he would use it.

He thought about the academy’s full student population across all years. He thought about the first-year cohort, both Level A and Level B, and about the specific qualities that would make someone useful in a sect built around the goal of reaching the top. He thought about the older students, the second and third-year hunters whose levels and experience were substantial but whose sect affiliations were already established in most cases.

He thought about what it meant to build a sect from zero score to first rank in a single session. Whether it was possible was a question with a straightforward answer. His expedition output in six hours had generated enough score to shift his individual ranking from eighth in the first year to first in the entire academy. A sect that could replicate and compound that kind of output across a full session’s worth of expeditions, dungeon clearances, and combat assessments would accumulate score at a rate that the existing top sects had never experienced.

The question was not whether it was possible. The question was whether the right people existed to make it real.

He thought about that for a while longer.

The formation theory module’s third section covered anchor configuration in multi-element environments, and he read it with deliberate care from beginning to end. He took his time with each subsection, slowing down whenever the explanations became dense or layered. He annotated the points that contradicted what he had assumed going into the reading, marking them clearly so he could revisit them later, and confirmed the ones that aligned, noting where his understanding had been accurate. Every correction felt precise, every confirmation quietly reinforcing.

By the time he finished, the annotation count on the section was higher than any previous module he had worked through so far, the margins filled far more densely than usual. That meant one of two things. Either this section was genuinely more complicated than the earlier ones, demanding more attention and revision, or his assumptions about multi-element formation mechanics had been less accurate than he initially thought, requiring more adjustments than he had expected.

Probably both.

He saved his notes and closed the datapad.

He then looked at the registration confirmation notification that was still on his phone screen.

Celestial Legion. Unranked. Score zero.

He had built things from zero before. He had started from a class rank that a room full of people considered laughable and ended as the top candidate in an eight-city regional examination. He had entered a dungeon event alone that was rated hazardous tier and emerged with a mythical-grade weapon. He had stood at the edge of the thirty-ninth floor of the Dragon God Tower with a torn arm and pushed further instead of stopping.

Zero was just the beginning.

He set his phone down and went to sleep. Tomorrow he would identify the membership. The day after that, Celestial Legion would be complete.

And then the real work would start.

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