Chapter 16: My Son Truly Has an SSS-Class Talent?!
At that moment, Song Qi suddenly pulled a weapon out of his inventory.
“Oh right, sis, I brought you a weapon. Not sure if you’ll be able to use it, though.”
Clang!
A massive serrated greatsword, as tall as a man, crashed to the floor with a clear, ringing sound.
The sword was so heavy that Song Qi, a summoner, couldn’t even lift it.
Seeing this, Song Lan smiled with a touch of fondness.
“You’re only level one, right? I’m already thirty-seven. Weapons dropped in beginner dungeons are pretty much useless for me.”
“But if its attributes are decent, I could help you sell it.”
Though her little brother had failed his job-changing trial, his luck seemed to be pretty good.
With that, she took the weapon and glanced at its stats.
[Weapon: Bloodthirsty Sharktooth Greatsword]
[Quality: Heroic]
[Required Level: 30+]
[Required Attributes: Strength 60, Constitution 40]
[Strength: +275]
[Agility: -10]
[Constitution: +50]
[Spirit: +5]
[Effect 1: Increases user’s strength by 15%.]
[Effect 2: Wounds inflicted by this weapon cause persistent bleeding and reduce all positive buffs received by the target.]
[Built-in Skills: None]
“Bloodthirsty Sharktooth Greatsword—exclusive to strength-based classes, and the quality is… Heroic?!”
Song Lan was stunned.
A heroic-grade weapon?!
Even high-level professionals rarely got their hands on such a weapon!
Wait, is society advancing this quickly now? Are heroic-grade weapons really dropping in low-level dungeons?!
Song Lan stared at Song Qi in disbelief. Suddenly, something occurred to her, and her expression turned grave.
“No, there’s no way you got this weapon from a dungeon. Tell me, where did you find it?”
Their parents sensed something was off and hurried forward to mediate.
“What’s wrong with the weapon, Lan? Why are you so worked up all of a sudden?”
“Yeah, Lan, even if you don’t like the weapon, no need to be so harsh to your brother.”
Song Lan’s face was solemn.
“This isn’t about liking it or not!”
“The quality of this weapon is heroic! A heroic-grade weapon is worth at least a million credits!”
At this, her parents panicked as well.
“Heroic-grade? Isn’t that something only top professionals can afford?”
If the rightful owner came looking for it, even the tiniest scratch would be enough to ruin them for life.
“Son, you’d better return this thing right away.”
At this, Song Qi waved his hand nonchalantly.
He finally stopped keeping them in suspense, smiling as he took out a stack of documents from his inventory.
Inside were records of the special privileges he was entitled to as a possessor of a super S-rank talent in the Seventh District.
“These are official documents from the Hall of Professionals—my S-rank talent certification and a list of the benefits I’m entitled to.”
Halfway through his explanation, their mother froze, her eyes suddenly widening in shock!
Even his father’s hand stalled in midair.
“A super S-rank talent?!”
“That’s right,” Song Qi nodded.
“Is this for real?”
Song Lan took the documents, frowned as she skimmed them, and after double-checking, finally relaxed.
“So that’s it. You gave me a scare.”
“Song Qi, you really have a super S-rank talent?”
“Of course,” Song Qi replied matter-of-factly.
Song Lan scrutinized Song Qi, her brows furrowing as if she were seeing him for the first time.
“This is unbelievable.”
As a professional herself, Song Lan knew well the privileges that came with a super S-rank talent.
Such individuals often received honors and rewards from influential figures.
It wouldn’t be surprising if one of those bigwigs had given him a heroic-grade weapon as a reward.
“In that case, I’ll gladly accept this weapon.”
Now that she understood, Song Lan was at ease. She gripped the serrated blade, admiring it with delight, unable to put it down.
For a warrior, the quality of one’s weapon wasn’t just about combat power or dungeon-clearing speed—it could be the line between life and death in extreme situations.
Song Lan began to swing the weapon with practiced ease.
Her parents, meanwhile, were beside themselves with excitement!
The two of them nearly jumped for joy, clutching the certificate under the light and studying it over and over again.
“My son really is super S-rank? Hahaha…”
“Hahaha… My son is super S-rank?!”
“Heaven has finally smiled upon us!”
“Nonsense! This isn’t heaven’s doing—it’s just that our son is outstanding!”
“Yes, yes, our son is outstanding!”
They held the documents as if they were priceless treasures.
Suddenly, Mother slapped her thigh.
“Oh! I remember now—don’t those with advanced talents get a monthly stipend? I heard some even get a house!”
“Hurry, see what our son gets!”
“Yes, yes, check right away.”
Reluctantly, they set the certificate aside and picked up the other papers.
“Look! There really is a stipend!”
Mother beamed with joy.
But as she looked again, both of them froze, their fingers tapping in disbelief.
“The monthly stipend is… ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand…”
“Eighty thousand credits a month?!”
“Oh my heavens, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Dad, you check—did I count wrong?”
Father took the paper and counted carefully several times.
“No mistake! It’s eighty thousand!”
“Goodness, doing nothing and just lying around nets you thousands of credits a day?”
“That’s not all—look at the next page. They’re giving out a house!”
“The options are… Number 5, 7, and 13 in the First District?!”
The further he read, the more excited Father became!
By the time he called out the district names, his lips were trembling, and he was gasping for breath.
“The house is in the First District?!”
Hearing about the credits, Song Lan was calm enough.
Eighty thousand credits a month was a lot, but among professionals—especially mid- to high-level ones—many could earn that much.
But a house in the First District was something she had never dared to dream of!
Song Lan got up and pulled the papers from her parents’ hands.
“It’s… really a house in the First District.”
“The benefits for super S-rank talent are this generous?”
Song Lan’s face was filled with disbelief.
The entire Seventh District could be roughly divided into three areas:
The Industrial Zone, the Outer District, and the Inner District.
The Industrial Zone was at the very edge of the city. Most factories and farms were located there, and it was also where the workers lived.
All essential goods for the district’s people were produced there.
Further in was the Outer District—home to schools, hospitals, entertainment venues, and markets.
The Outer District was where the middle class lived.
Further still was the Inner District.
The Inner District was mainly inhabited by high-ranking officials and the wealthy—people with either vast fortunes or prestigious status.
But within the Inner District, there was an even more exclusive area—the First District!
The First District had originally been designated by the city governor as a special residential zone for exceptional talent.
But because it was right next to the governor’s mansion and at the center of the city’s primary defensive array, it had become recognized as the safest place in the entire Seventh District!
Over the decades, most of its residents had become influential figures within the district.
As time went on, living in the First District became a status symbol.
“The First District is just part of the Inner District, right? What’s so special about houses there?” Mother was still a bit confused—she didn’t understand these things.
“A house in the First District would be worth at least nine digits in credits!”
Mother quickly started counting on her fingers.
“Nine digits, so that’s… ten, a hundred, a thousand… a hundred million?!”
“A single house is worth a hundred million credits?!”
Mother was stunned, unable to process the number.
The sheer magnitude of that figure was enough to overwhelm a woman who’d spent her whole life working in a factory.
She tried and tried but couldn’t even calculate how long it would take to earn a hundred million at her old job.
The two of them eagerly flipped through the rest of the documents.
The further they read, the wider their grins became.
That night, for the first time ever, the lights in Song Qi’s home stayed on until midnight.