In the dormitory courtyard of Shrek Academy, a silver-haired boy, standing about 1.5 meters tall, was wielding a staff of refined iron as tall as his eyebrows. His movements were fluid and methodical, every strike carrying unstoppable momentum.
After some time, the boy completed the set of staff techniques. A flash of silver gleamed from his right hand, and the staff disappeared instantly. He walked over to the table and took big gulps from a cup of iced watermelon juice.
This boy was none other than Oscar. Two years had passed. Oscar had grown taller, more handsome, and his cool, refined features were now glistening with sweat—adding an extra layer of charm.
Oscar was now eight years old. He hadn't slacked off a single day in the past two years. His soul power had reached Level 18 a rise of six levels. For an auxiliary-type food system Soul Master, this was an extraordinary achievement, something even many offense-type Soul Masters couldn't manage.
This wasn't a miracle, it was the result of relentless effort.
Oscar had been born with innate full soul power, and although food-type soul masters cultivate slowly, his progress was much faster than average even within his category.
For the past two years, Oscar had focused not only on physical training but had never relaxed in soul cultivation either.
From the moment he obtained his soul ring, he began daily training by making ten sausages until his soul power was depleted, and then re-cultivating from scratch. He never stopped.
Now, he could produce twenty sausages in one go without exhausting himself.
This continuous effort translated into consistent progress. He had sustained a pace of three soul levels per year an incredible growth rate.
Oscar was confident at this pace, he could reach Level 20 before turning nine and even reach Level 30 by twelve.
Though soul cultivation slows significantly at higher levels, Oscar wasn't worried at worst, he could rely on immortal-grade medicinal herbs to push through bottlenecks.
Meanwhile, the money earned from selling his Super Recovery Sausages and Shao Xin's Jelly Beans had already amassed to astronomical figures.
As Oscar's power increased, so did the potency of his sausages. Even though he never raised the base price, auctions naturally drove prices up. Especially when paired with Shao Xin's jelly beans at auctions.
To maximize profits, Flender began offering Oscar's sausages as a bonus item after auctioning Shao Xin's jelly beans, boosting both products' popularity.
Oscar's storage-type soul tool, a silver-white ring on his right index finger, was bought with this income. It could hold up to 5 cubic meters. not massive, but enough for essential supplies. It matched his silver hair and outfit and was completely self-earned.
Oscar was a person who valued gratitude. As his wealth grew, he even improved the Academy's food quality. Over two years, Oscar had donated over 10,000 gold soul coins to the Academy.
Even though Shao Xin was already a money-maker, Oscar had also contributed significantly. He'd even personally paid to renovate his dormitory.
Thanks to this wealth, Shrek Academy's condition had visibly improved, even though Flender and Soto City's mayor didn't get along.
Still located in a village, the Academy's environment was now unrecognizably better—like a paradise hidden away.
Oscar enjoyed this serene setting: clean air, beautiful surroundings, and if he wanted to shop, Soto City was nearby.
There was one issue though Oscar was still the Academy's only student. Despite the improved conditions, the admission standards remained uncompromising. Not a single qualified student had appeared in two years.
So Oscar remained the sole student, receiving one-on-one instruction from several teachers.
After finishing his morning staff practice, the sun had risen. Oscar washed his face and headed to the cafeteria.
Thanks to the Academy's abundant funds, breakfast was lavish. With so few people, they never ran out of food.
Oscar grabbed a roast chicken, two eggs, three steamed buns, and a glass of hot milk for breakfast.
His large appetite was the result of years of physical training, and the payoff was worth it. His physical strength now rivaled or even exceeded that of most beast-type soul masters at the same level.
Combined with his Dragon Pattern Staff Technique, he could now spar evenly with regular attack-type soul masters.
After breakfast, Oscar went to Zhao Wuji's courtyard. He had already completed his basic training, which now yielded diminishing returns.
Oscar now trained under Zhao Wuji's gravity suppression, producing exponential results. Zhao Wuji was happy to help—Oscar was the only genius the Academy currently had.
But to his surprise, Zhao Wuji wasn't there.
That was strange,Zhao Wuji was usually lounging on the sofa at this hour, waiting to pummel Oscar under the pretense of "training."
Not finding him, Oscar went to look for Flender, since only Flender would be lazy enough to dump everything on Zhao Wuji.
When Oscar arrived at Flender's place, he found him talking with Zhao Wuji, and beside them stood a chubby boy, his beady eyes darting around mischievously.
"Dean, Teacher Zhao, what are you both doing here? And who is this?" Oscar asked.
Actually, Oscar had already guessed wasn't this chubby boy Ma Hongjun, the future Evil Fire Phoenix?
"Little Ao! We were just about to find you," Flender smiled. "This is your junior our new student. His name is Ma Hongjun, a genius just like you."
Little Ma Hongjun arrogantly raised his head high after hearing himself called a genius.
"Hey, junior. I'm Oscar," Oscar greeted him.
As Oscar sized up Ma Hongjun, the latter also scanned him back. This silver-haired senior was so handsome! And his sculpted physique made Ma Hongjun deeply envious.
"Hello, senior. You can just call me Hongjun," Ma Hongjun replied.
"Dean, you say Hongjun is a genius, what level is his soul power now?" Oscar asked Flender.
"I just awakened his martial soul today Level 9 innate soul power. And his martial soul is a top-tier fire attribute spirit. Not quite as strong as you, but still very gifted," Flender explained.
Ma Hongjun's eyes widened. His Level 9 innate soul power, already considered rare, was inferior to Oscar's?
Innate full soul power? No wonder his teacher had said that Shrek only accepted "monsters" and this "monster" meant genius, not literal creatures.
Ma Hongjun now mentally acknowledged Flender as his teacher. After awakening his martial soul, Flender had taken him in as a disciple and brought him back.
Oscar smiled, "Dean, your eyes are truly sharp, going out and bringing back a genius."
"Since you're here, take Hongjun around the Academy, show him the dorm, and help him get settled in," Flender said.
Oscar sighed, this old man loved giving orders. Still, he obediently took Ma Hongjun on a tour. Although the size hadn't changed in two years, the environment was drastically improved.
Ma Hongjun, who came from a rural background, had never seen such a beautiful place. Knowing this would be his future school filled him with anticipation.
Chatting with the handsome senior, Ma Hongjun grew increasingly curious about him. He didn't expect Oscar to be so talkative. While explaining the Academy, time passed quickly.
After lunch in the cafeteria, Oscar brought Ma Hongjun to the dorm.
Oscar didn't like sharing rooms, even though he had a massive one all to himself. So Ma Hongjun had to prepare his own.
While tidying up his new room, Ma Hongjun asked, "Brother Ao, you don't look much older than me?"
"I'm eight. Two years older than you," Oscar replied.
"Eight?!"
Ma Hongjun was stunned. Oscar acted so mature, he had assumed he was at least in his teens.
Add to that Oscar's frequent training and good nutrition, he already stood at 1.5 meters, while Ma Hongjun was only 1.2. It made Oscar seem much older.
"Brother Ao, what's your martial soul? Mine's the Phoenix, I call it Evil Fire Phoenix," Ma Hongjun asked.
Oscar hadn't brought it up before since he already knew Ma Hongjun's martial soul, and the latter hadn't asked.
Now that Ma Hongjun was curious, Oscar answered honestly—after all, he planned for this kid to be his future assistant.
"I'm an auxiliary-type soul master. My martial soul is the Supreme Sausage. I'm an eighteen-level auxiliary-type tool soul master," Oscar replied while making the bed.
Non-beast martial souls, including plant, food, and tools, are classified as tool-type. So Oscar was a support-oriented tool-type soul master.
"Support type… Level 18?" Ma Hongjun was stunned.
He knew enough to realize that support-type soul masters had the slowest growth. Yet Oscar was only eight and already at Level 18.
He now truly respected Oscar's innate full soul power.
"No need to be surprised. As long as you work hard enough, nothing is impossible," Oscar turned to him and said, meeting his astonished gaze.
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