Chapter 4: Unfortunately, a Summoner

“An ultra S-class talent?!”
“My god! An ultra S-class talent that surpasses both A-class and S-class talents?!”
“A perfect profession-matched A-class talent is already astonishing, but today we actually get to witness an ultra S-class talent?”
“Hey, announcer, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? Maybe the letter ‘B’ was blurry and you read it as ‘S’?”
“You think you’re so smart? Nobody would make such a rookie mistake.”
“By the way, his talent hasn’t even been announced yet.”
“Forget it, for ultra S-class talents, their abilities are hidden until they reach a certain level. It won’t be revealed now.”
“An ultra S-class talent means someone worthy of unconditional resource investment for the entire human race—a true genius!”
“Do you remember how the Mage Warrior profession came about? Fifty years ago, a mage received an ultra S-class warrior talent, and the human leaders racked their brains to forge a path for close-combat mages.”
“Of course, that genius’s talent was truly dazzling.”
“And ‘ultra S-class’ isn’t a precise term, it’s more of a general concept.”
“Your talent is rated A-class because that’s its maximum score. His, however, is ultra S-class because that’s the highest possible rating.”
“Damn, that’s incredible!”
“So doesn’t that mean he’s destined to become a person of earth-shattering significance?”
“If it were any other profession, I’d be certain. But… he’s a summoner.”
“Yeah, it’s a pity he’s just a summoner.”
“You shouldn’t even pity him. If you had an ultra S-class talent and were given a support profession, you’d probably risk your life for it.”
“Damn it, he gets an ultra S-class talent and I’m stuck with an E-class. Heaven, why are you so unfair?”
“Be content; at least you have a talent. I don’t even have one.”
“Sigh, my envy is making me… well, you know.”
“Wait, looks like some big shots are coming out.”
.............
As the crowd was still marveling, more than a dozen people suddenly flew above the plaza.
A burly man stepped forward...
“Silence!”
Boom!
A thunderous roar!
The entire plaza’s clamor was instantly suppressed. Those students who hadn’t yet chosen their professions only felt their ears buzzing.
But soon enough, everyone recovered.
“With that voice, he must be the principal of Third High, the Lord of Roaring Thunder!”
“It’s not just him; the principals and vice principals of First, Second, and Fourth High are all here!”
“No wonder—an ultra S-class talent startled all four schools’ leadership!”
“Too bad the profession is summoner.”

“Yeah, it’s a pity he’s a summoner...”
Once the noise was quieted, the school leaders descended gracefully before Song Qi.
Many students gazed at those figures in the sky with admiration and longing, then looked at Song Qi standing at the center of the formation with regret.
In truth, it wasn’t just the students—even the school leaders, after confirming Song Qi’s profession, felt a flash of disappointment.
“It’s so rare to see an ultra S-class talent, and he ends up as a summoner? Is the heavens playing a joke on our race?”
One elder frowned.
The others stayed silent, clearly holding bias against this profession.
Summoners—the universally acknowledged most lackluster profession.
The main reason lies in its unpredictability.
No matter how hard a summoner works, no matter how much effort and resources are poured in—
If luck fails, everything goes to waste.
Slimes have a fixed cap at level thirty; their ultimate form is just a larger Slime King.
Goblins only evolve into Goblin Kings; despite a fifty-level cap, there’s not much else.
Then there are gremlins, snot bugs, bloodsucking leeches, and other low-grade monsters.
If you summon these duds—
Even if ultra S-class talent increases their strength tenfold, you’re still left with slightly stronger riffraff.
This is the only profession where, no matter how powerful the talent, it might be entirely useless.
So despite knowing Song Qi is ultra S-class, people can’t help but worry.
After all, who knows what he’ll end up summoning?
“Greetings, leaders.”
Song Qi recognized these people before him—
They were all high-ranking figures from the middle schools of the Seventh District.
Foremost among them was his own principal, Shen Huiwu, a warrior who had broken through level ninety five years ago!
The rest held similar status; all were people Song Qi couldn’t afford to offend.
So, even as he was publicly scrutinized, he didn’t react much.
On the contrary, his own principal seemed quite dissatisfied with the elder’s remarks, turning to glare fiercely.
“Old Chu, do you have any complaint about our outstanding student? Why not discuss it with me as principal?”
The elder snorted coldly.
“Hmph, you know very well what summoners are like, Shen Huiwu.”
“Do I need to explain further?”
“The only profession in the world where even an ultra S-class talent may not rise—what a waste of our race’s fortune!”
“If you ask me, if his summoned beasts aren’t even legendary grade, the resources should be given to other human prodigies instead.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Huiwu narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.

“So you’re after my student’s resources?”
“Well, I’m sorry. Even if he summons a slime, my student will receive every resource he’s due—not a single bit less!”
“Even if he chooses to sell them or throw them away, that’s his right. I, Shen Huiwu, will support him all the way!”
“And if he’s shortchanged even a copper coin, I will investigate to the end—even if it means alarming the city lord!”
Upon hearing this, the elder’s face turned utterly grim, a chilling aura surging forth!
White mist began to drift around the entire plaza.
Song Qi, standing closest, shivered violently.
He felt as if even his nose was frozen.
But in the next instant...
Boom!
Shen Huiwu stood his ground, meeting the elder’s gaze head-on. Blood surged, and fiery heat seemed to roll off him.
The blazing sun melted the ice, and the air around Song Qi rapidly warmed.
Song Qi finally caught his breath.
As the tension between the two escalated, their auras began to spill out, and it seemed a fight was imminent...
“Oh, enough already, both of you. We’re all colleagues; there’s no need to make things so stiff.”
A striking woman, dressed in a pristine white nun’s habit and exuding an ethereal grace, stepped in with a smile, pushing the two apart.
“Old Chu, keep your words to yourself.”
“Shen Huiwu, stop arguing and take your student to register. Our Seventh District’s first ultra S-class student in three years will certainly get all the resources he deserves.”
At her words, both men snorted coldly and said no more.
Shen Huiwu coughed twice, calmed himself, and turned to Song Qi.
“Song Qi, correct?”
“Yes, Principal.”
Song Qi quickly nodded; just standing before this principal made him feel immense pressure.
And the man’s fierce appearance—bristling beard and a scar running from the corner of his eye to his jaw—made him hard to look at directly.
Shen Huiwu nodded.
“Don’t worry. As my student, you won’t lack for anything you deserve.”
“But don’t bring shame to Third High! If your luck is bad, I won’t blame you. But if you slack off in training, don’t blame me for being harsh!”
“Make good use of your talent and contribute to the rise of humanity!”
“Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Principal!”
Song Qi replied promptly.