In the courtyard of Shrek Academy's dormitory, a silver-haired boy about one and a half meters tall swung a heavy iron staff as tall as his brows. Each strike carried unstoppable momentum, his movements sharp and orderly, flowing like a practiced storm.
After a long routine, he finished his set. A flash of silver light flickered in his right hand, and the iron staff disappeared without a trace. Walking over to the table, he grabbed a cup and gulped down chilled watermelon juice.
That boy was none other than Oscar. Two years had passed. He had grown taller, more handsome, his coldly handsome face beaded with fine sweat, which only added to his charm.
Now eight years old, Oscar had not slacked in the slightest during those two years. His soul power had already reached level eighteen—six whole levels gained in two years.
Such progress was something even most assault-type soul masters struggled to achieve, yet Oscar had done it. This wasn't a miracle—it was the result of relentless effort.
After all, he had been born with innate full spirit power. Even if food-type soul masters cultivated more slowly than others, Oscar's speed far surpassed his peers.
For two years, he had focused not only on physical training but also on never neglecting his soul power cultivation.
From the moment he gained his first spirit ring, he began producing ten sausages a day, exhausting his spirit power completely, then cultivating again from empty. Day after day, he repeated the cycle without pause.
Now, he could make twenty sausages in a single go and still have strength to spare.
This constant training brought him tremendous progress. His cultivation had never stagnated—advancing steadily at the rate of three levels per year.
Oscar was certain that if he kept this up, he would reach level twenty before the age of nine, and possibly break through level thirty by twelve.
Of course, the higher one climbed, the slower cultivation became. But Oscar wasn't worried—at worst, he could always rely on celestial herbs in the future to bridge the gap.
Meanwhile, the profits from selling his Super Recovery Sausages, combined with Shao Xin's candy beans, had already reached astronomical sums.
As his strength grew, so too did the sausages' effects. Even without him raising prices, the items were sold by auction, and buyers naturally bid them higher.
Especially when paired with Shao Xin's candy beans, the two items became hot commodities.
Flender, ever the profiteer, even marketed Oscar's sausages as gifts bundled with Shao Xin's beans. This clever trick boosted the bean sales even further.
The silver-white storage soul tool on Oscar's right index finger had been purchased with this wealth. It held five cubic meters of space—not enormous, but plenty for everyday use. Its sleek design even matched his silver hair and clothes. And best of all, it was bought with his own hard-earned money.
Oscar was not ungrateful. Now that he had wealth, he also contributed heavily to Shrek. In the past two years alone, he had given the academy over ten thousand gold soul coins.
Though Shao Xin was already Shrek's big moneymaker, Oscar made sure to support the academy as well. Even his own dorm room had been renovated at his personal expense.
Thanks to this income, Shrek's situation greatly improved. Even though Flender still clashed with Suotuo City's lord, money solved many problems.
The academy remained tucked in its village setting, but its surroundings had been transformed. Now, Shrek looked less like a rundown school and more like a secluded retreat, a hidden paradise.
Oscar quite enjoyed the peaceful environment—fresh air every day, beautiful scenery, and Suotuo City close enough for leisure trips.
The only downside was that in two whole years, no new students had been admitted. Despite its improved facilities, Shrek had not lowered its requirements. Not a single candidate had passed the tests.
Thus, Oscar remained the only student, receiving the full attention of several teachers.
After finishing his morning staff routine, the sun had just risen. Oscar washed his face and went to the dining hall for breakfast.
Thanks to abundant funds, meals had improved. Shao Xin made sure breakfast was plentiful. With so few people at the academy, they could afford extravagance.
Oscar's breakfast was a roasted chicken, two eggs, three steamed buns, and a glass of hot milk.
Because he focused so much on physical training, his appetite was large. But the results showed: his body was far stronger than most soul masters of his level—perhaps even surpassing many beast spirit users. Combined with his mastery of the Dragon Pattern Staff Techniques, he could already hold his own against ordinary assault-type soul masters.
After eating, Oscar headed to Zhao Wuji's courtyard. His normal training was already insufficient, so he now practiced under Zhao Wuji's gravity suppression, doubling his progress. Zhao Wuji was happy to help—after all, Oscar was the academy's only prodigy.
But today, when Oscar arrived, Zhao Wuji wasn't there. This was strange—normally, Zhao Wuji would already be waiting on the sofa, ready to throw Oscar into a brutal "exercise session."
Since Zhao Wuji wasn't around, Oscar went to check Flender's courtyard instead.
There, he found Zhao Wuji speaking with Flender. Beside them stood a chubby boy, short and round, with small eyes that darted about mischievously.
"Dean, Teacher Zhao, why are you both here? And… who is this?" Oscar asked.
In truth, Oscar already had a guess. This chubby kid was none other than his future companion—Ma Hongjun, the Evil Fire Phoenix.
"Little Ao," Flender called warmly, "we were just about to fetch you. This is your junior, the academy's new student, Ma Hongjun. Like you, he's a genius."
The little fatty immediately lifted his head proudly when Flender called him a genius.
"Hello, junior. I'm Oscar," he greeted kindly.
As Oscar sized up the boy, Ma Hongjun also studied his senior. His eyes widened—this silver-haired boy was ridiculously handsome! Not only that, his lean, well-trained figure sparked a deep envy in the chubby boy's heart.
"Hello, senior. Just call me Hongjun," Ma Hongjun replied.
Oscar then turned to Flender. "Dean, you called him a genius. What level is he now?"
"I awakened his martial soul this morning," Flender explained. "Innate level nine, with a top-tier fire-attribute martial soul—the Evil Fire Phoenix. His innate soul power isn't quite as high as yours, but his talent is still excellent."
Ma Hongjun froze. His proud smile faltered as he looked at Oscar with wide eyes.
Even his innate level nine soul power wasn't enough to surpass this senior? This meant… Oscar was innate full soul power?!
Suddenly, the name "Monster Academy" made sense. These weren't literal monsters, but geniuses beyond ordinary comprehension.
What's more, Flender had accepted him as a disciple immediately after awakening his martial soul—hence why Hongjun had already started calling him teacher.
Oscar chuckled. "Dean, your eyesight truly is sharp—one trip out, and you bring back another genius."
Flender waved his hand. "Since you're here, Little Ao, take Hongjun to familiarize himself with the academy. Show him around, and help him settle into a dorm."
Oscar sighed inwardly—this old man loved assigning chores. Still, he obediently led Ma Hongjun around.
The Shrek Academy of today is no longer the same as it was two years ago. Though still small, its upgraded environment amazed Ma Hongjun, who came from a rural village. Realizing this beautiful place would be his school, he felt a growing anticipation.
Chatting with his handsome senior along the way, Hongjun quickly warmed up. To Oscar's mild surprise, he turned out to be quite talkative. Between the tour and conversation, the whole morning passed quickly.
At noon, Oscar brought him to the dining hall for a hearty meal, then took him to the dorms.
Oscar preferred living alone, even though his own room was spacious. So Hongjun had to prepare a room for himself.
As they tidied the space together, Hongjun asked suddenly, "Oscar, you don't seem much older than me, right?"
"I'm eight this year—two years older than you," Oscar replied.
"Eight?"
Hongjun was shocked. He had assumed Oscar was at least in his teens. His mature demeanor, his height of 1.5 meters, and his strong build all suggested an older age. Compared to his own 1.2-meter frame, the gap seemed enormous.
"What about your martial soul? Mine is the Phoenix—the Evil Fire Phoenix."
Oscar hadn't brought it up earlier—he already knew, and Hongjun hadn't mentioned it. But since the boy asked now, Oscar didn't hide it. After all, in his plans, Hongjun was destined to be his future ally.
"I'm an auxiliary-type soul master. My martial soul is the Supreme Sausage. I'm at level eighteen."
Aside from beast spirits, most other spirits—plants, food, tools—were grouped as "tool spirits." Thus, Oscar was considered an auxiliary tool-type soul master.
"Auxiliary-type… level eighteen?" Hongjun's eyes widened again.
Even in his village, he'd heard that auxiliary soul masters cultivated the slowest. Yet here was his eight-year-old senior, already at level eighteen.
Inwardly, Hongjun was awestruck. No wonder his talent was said to be inferior. This senior was a full spirit power genius!
Oscar met his gaze calmly. "There's nothing strange about it. As long as you work hard, nothing is impossible."
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