[Name: Ronan Raylinde]
[Age: 18]
[Realm: Human Realm Level 3]
[Special Ability: Starflame (S-Class)]
[Power Points: 0]
[Skills: -]
'So, I have a system?!'
Ronan Raylinde's heart pounded faster, his excitement beyond words. Not only had he awakened an S-Class special ability, but he had also gained a system!
Staring at the simple holographic interface, he began wondering what kind of system it was. He just hoped it wasn't some crazy system that would give him ridiculous missions.
Suddenly, the hologram disappeared, but Ronan didn't rush to investigate further. Right now, he was the center of attention, and he didn't need to attract any more by acting strangely.
At that moment, a teacher suddenly leaped onto the stage, startling Ronan a little.
"Hey, Ronan Raylinde, well done. You awakened an S-Class ability—everyone is proud of you," the man said, a wide smile on his face.
Seeing that smile, Ronan was at a loss for words. It was the kind of sycophantic grin he often saw in comics.
"Come on, the principal wants to see you," the man added before swiftly taking Ronan away.
His leap covered an incredible distance, clearly an effect of his special ability, carrying Ronan off the stage in an instant.
Within seconds, they arrived at the principal's office, which happened to be near the field—Dutch had come straight here before instructing a teacher to fetch Ronan.
This was also to ensure that no outside parties overheard their conversation because an S-Class awakening was bound to make headlines. And, of course, Dutch wanted to be the first to speak with Ronan.
As Ronan stepped into the office, his expression remained calm as he gazed at Dutch. The principal immediately stood up from his chair and walked toward him.
"You wanted to see me, Principal?" Ronan asked.
"Yes, I wanted to see you in person, Ronan Raylinde. This is great—I never expected our school to have a student who awakened an S-Class ability." Dutch laughed, patting Ronan's shoulder in excitement.
Ronan responded with a small smile, accepting the praise.
"Cough, now let's get a little more serious," Dutch cleared his throat. "I called you here not only to talk but also to say thank you."
"You see, our school is a public institution, and our performance in educating students is evaluated by the government. Do you understand what I mean?" he asked, as if expecting Ronan to answer exactly how he wanted.
Ronan nodded, immediately grasping Dutch's point.
"Of course. The government will likely increase the school's resources—I understand how performance-based funding works," he replied with a confident smile.
Dutch's grin widened as he chuckled, clearly pleased with Ronan's response. He patted Ronan's shoulder again.
"You really are a smart student. My expectations of you are spot on," he said proudly.
Ronan smiled again. "It's just a simple concept."
Dutch's smile didn't fade, growing even more satisfied with Ronan's humility.
"Okay, the second thing I wanted to discuss is your status as an awakener with an S-Class ability. After this, news about you will spread quickly, and sooner or later, various parties will try to recruit you—whether it's an organization or a corporation. I just want you to make a well-thought-out decision because, you see, young people tend to have big ambitions. I just don't want you to go down the wrong path," he said sincerely.
Ronan nodded, fully understanding Dutch's words. It was true—those with high-tier abilities were always affiliated with organizations, and they were often offered money, high positions, even women.
"But if you choose to continue your education at an academy, make sure it's one of the top three in all of England Empire. With your S-Class ability, you can't afford to waste it on a mediocre academy," Dutch continued.
Ronan smiled. "Thank you for your advice, Principal. I'll carefully consider my next steps."
Dutch nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I just wanted to give you some guidance, and it seems you're more mature than you look," he said.
"So, can I go now?" Ronan asked.
"Before that, I have something for you. Consider it a small gift from me," Dutch said, handing Ronan a pen.
Ronan raised an eyebrow as he took it, inspecting it closely—only to find that it looked like an ordinary pen.
"Click the tip," Dutch instructed.
Hearing this, Ronan pressed the tip, and in an instant, the pen transformed into a medieval-style sword.
"Oh shit, this is so cool, Mr. Dutch! This is for me?" he asked in surprise.
Dutch nodded, his smile unwavering. "Of course. You can use it in any situation," he said. "Oh, and you must understand that with your new status, many foxes will try to approach you, flattering you for their own gain. But don't think of me like that—this sword is purely a gift from me to show my appreciation for your achievement."
He patted Ronan's shoulder again. "I'm proud of you," he said sincerely.
Ronan slightly lowered his head and smiled—a genuine smile. "Thank you, Mr. Dutch."
Dutch nodded, looking very proud of Ronan.
"Alright, you may go now," he said.
With one last nod, Ronan turned and walked out of the office.