Rode always wanted to comment on this matter: "Students have maternity leave? And why does everyone seem to think that being unmarried and pregnant is a good thing?"

Several senior students looked at him in surprise, and the one with the red armband explained, "He lost his memory and forgot many things."

"Is that even possible?"

One senior lamented, "Do you need to understand anything at all, or is just having a face enough? Even if he has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, eyes like shattered moonlight, eyebrows hiding the gentle breeze of willow trees, a face like a painting, a nose as high and straight as white jade, and lips thin yet filled with melancholy, with disheveled black hair exuding a faint domineering aura like a sword in the storm, does the eldest daughter of the Mipol family need to fall for him like this? Why doesn't any girl fancy me? Why is a boy as sentimental and melancholic as I am not popular?"

Rode looked at him speechlessly, are you a bard? Don't you find it embarrassing to say such things?

But from his expression, he didn't seem embarrassed at all, while the other seniors were visibly uncomfortable.

One of them tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Stop it, Shor, you're embarrassing us in front of the freshmen."

Shor shook off his hand and said loudly, "What's embarrassing? Is it more embarrassing than finishing four years without even holding a girl's hand?"

Seeing the other seniors blushing and looking ashamed, it seemed they weren't much different from this bard.

To avoid further awkwardness, the one with the red armband coughed and quickly changed the subject.

"Of course, Kimberly Academy has maternity leave. Although we don't encourage students to focus too much on relationships during their time here, if they do get pregnant, it's certainly a good thing. The academy will arrange sufficient care for female students, and special lecturers will ensure their studies continue during pregnancy. Male students will also receive certain rewards."

Another senior, seeing Rode's stunned expression, thought he didn't believe it and said with a smile, "According to research, the probability of Firebearers' children becoming Firebearers is 10-20% higher than that of ordinary people. Moreover, pregnancy itself is a blessing of the fire, and the royal city will ensure the growth of all infants."

Yet another senior added, "We certainly encourage childbirth. The outside world is too cold, and only when more people huddle together can we feel more warmth. Only when more Firebearers stand before the Sacred Fire can we better resist the black mist invading our warm home."

Shor snorted.

"Don't get too happy too soon. Once you become a Firebearer, you'll be able to control your instincts, and girls won't easily pay attention to you. The primary task of the academy is still learning and training to master stronger powers. Otherwise, when you enter the battle zone in the future, you'll just be a burden. If you get yourself killed, that's one thing, but if you get your teammates killed, that's a lifelong nightmare."

"Moreover."

The one with the red armband said in a serious academic tone, "According to research, if the union between Firebearers is not a true spiritual connection, the probability of pregnancy may be much lower than that of ordinary people. This is also the blessing of the fire; every child is the purest crystallization of human love."

He opened his arms to the sky, as if paying homage to the distant Sacred Fire.

"So, if you have the ability to make all the girls in the academy pregnant, we would only reward you, not punish you."

He chuckled, giving himself full marks for his humor.

The seniors all laughed, not taking it seriously, except for Shor, who looked like he had eaten a ton of sour grapes, saying with red eyes, "Don't dream, it's impossible."

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This episode was quickly forgotten by Rode.

According to their explanation, even if he became the father of a hundred children, it wouldn't earn him any extra points in the customs of the royal city.

When it comes time to kill, a single slash would still be the end; it wouldn't help him survive at all.

Survival was his primary concern now.

Apart from using his unique skills to gain advantages, he didn't have time to develop deeper relationships for the moment.

A moment later.

Rode was brought to a large square building.

Judging by the location, this should be the Office of Student Affairs of the Third Institute of Kimberly Academy, where the teachers and various administrative staff of the Third Institute work.

However, Rode wasn't taken inside but instead to a smaller building on the right.

Inside was a large hall, filled with copper lamps different from those outside, with tables, chairs, bookshelves, and scattered books and miscellaneous items everywhere, much like the Mechanism Research Institute he had visited during the last test.

Dozens of people in white robes were busy in the hall.

The one with the red armband stepped forward and called out, "Mina, there's a new task."

A big sister with long brown hair looked up. She appeared to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with a standard oval face, big eyes, fair skin, a high nose, and well-defined features, exuding the allure of a mixed-race beauty.

But what truly had depth was the cleavage on her chest. Just by raising her head and straightening her back, Rode heard the four seniors around him swallow.

"What task?"

Mina frowned slightly, seeming not to like being disturbed.

The one with the red armband pushed Rode forward and said with a smile, "A new special student, his name is Rode, a first-year freshman, needs your comprehensive examination."

Mina glanced at Rode, her eyes slightly brightening, and turned back to her workstation.

"Come on."

As soon as Rode saw the crystal ball on the table and the circular device on the ground, he knew they were going to test his spark again.

He felt a bit anxious, but without hesitation, he stepped onto the platform and placed his right hand on the crystal ball.

Moments later, words appeared on the crystal ball again.

Rode glanced at it and found it was another type of ancient script he didn't recognize.

Like the previous examiner, Mina frowned, but instead of searching for information, she asked, "What name did the examiner give you last time?"

"Black Cauldron," Rode said without emotion.

Two of the seniors behind him burst into laughter.

Mina frowned even more deeply, looking back and forth at the words on the crystal ball, and said somewhat helplessly, "Let's just use that."

Rode didn't mind, as long as nothing problematic was found, any name would do.

"Do you know your own abilities?"

"I do." Rode briefly explained the function of the Eye of the Spirit.

This was actually a disguise; the Eye of the Spirit was a power brought by the black altar, while the true ability of the "Black Cauldron" was the forbidden soul absorption.

But they seemed unable to distinguish it.

After listening, the one with the red armband said, "Sounds pretty good, no wonder you became a special student right after enrolling."

Shor snorted, "Isn't it just spiritual vision?"

Mina ignored him and asked, "Can you use it?"

"I can."

She took out a crystal ball filled with mist from under the table.

"Use your ability to observe it and tell me what you see."

Rode focused his attention on his eyes, lightly tapped his brow with spiritual energy three times, and activated the Eye of the Spirit.

The misty crystal ball instantly turned black.

"Pure black," Rode said briefly.

Mina and the four seniors' expressions changed immediately.

The one with the red armband asked, "Rode, do you know what this crystal ball is?"

"I don't."

Mina took out another crystal ball, "What about this one?"

"A flower."

"Describe it."

"Golden, seven petals."

"And this one?"

"A... uh, wolf, I guess, with two heads."

The one with the red armband asked seriously, "Mina, do we have a more advanced mist crystal ball?"

Mina shook her head slightly, "No."

The one with the red armband asked seriously, "What level of spiritual vision is this equivalent to?"

"Very strong," Mina answered briefly, "Absolute acuity over 80, but limited by spiritual energy level, absolute dimension is only 3, some things he can't see."

"That's still very strong." The one with the red armband said, "His spark is definitely top rare level. Once he learns spiritual vision, his reconnaissance ability will surpass most people. By the time he graduates, the entire academy will be whispering his name."

"A hot commodity!"

Rode scratched his head, isn't he a fool?

Shor snorted, "What's so great about it..."

"Shut up!" The one with the red armband shouted, "You with your spiritual vision of only 10, can't even see a Ghost floating in front of your face! Wasting my bottle of spirit tree dew! Do you know how expensive it is?"

Shor's face turned red, veins popping on his forehead, "I was careless, didn't dodge, didn't expect it to sneak attack..."

The one with the red armband ignored him and said, "Just for this, he can become a special student. The headmaster's order is never wrong."

Mina's beautiful face also showed a bright smile, "That's right, we have one more thing to look forward to in the future."

She playfully winked at Rode, "Little brother, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me anytime."

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She emphasized "anytime," causing the others to laugh.

Only Shor looked envious, gritting his teeth, "Mina, I want to..."

Mina's face instantly changed, "Get lost, you with your spiritual vision of only 10."

Shor looked dejected, "Why? This world is so cruel to me..."

No one paid him any mind. Mina affectionately took Rode's hand and dragged him to another workstation.

"Lasha! Get up and work!"

A man with a messy head of hair opened his eyes, groggily saying, "Let me sleep a bit more, Mina, I haven't slept for a day..."

But Mina mercilessly shook him awake, "Get up!"

The messy-haired man reluctantly got up, full of resentment, and took out a pile of crystal devices, fiddling with them on the table.

Mina turned around and asked with concern, "Young Rode, how do you feel?"

"Soft..."

Mina gave him a light slap, her pretty face slightly flushed, but she didn't seem to blame him.

"I'm asking about your condition. We're going to test your spiritual energy soon, so get ready."

The messy-haired man couldn't stand their intimate whispers, quickly setting up the crystal devices, and said coldly, "Place your hand here, focus, and in the next fifteen seconds, try to gather your spiritual energy in your hand."

Rode quickly cleared his mind, took a deep breath, focused, stepped forward, placed his hand on a crystal panel, closed his eyes, and exerted all his strength to squeeze the spiritual energy from his soul.

Soon, a faint spiritual glow appeared on his hand, like a thin layer of mist.

Lasha's expression changed slightly. He looked at the instrument for a moment, then raised his head and asked seriously, "What year is this student?"

The one with the red armband answered, "A freshman, just enrolled three days ago."

Lasha praised, "Not bad, very good."

He reported a string of data.

"Maximum Spiritual Energy Strength 81 units, Maximum Spiritual Energy Output 21, Average Spiritual Pressure 7, excellent endurance, will perform well in prolonged combat, but spiritual energy level is only one."

Rode was confused and couldn't help but ask, "What does this mean?"

Lasha scratched his messy head and explained, "Your Spiritual Energy Strength exceeds your spiritual energy level, your soul can't quite adapt to this strength, like a container too small for its contents, over time it will cause irreversible damage to your soul."

The one with the red armband said, "You need to undergo a spiritual energy ascension ceremony as soon as possible to make your soul more adaptable to your expanding spiritual energy."

"After ascension, your spiritual energy essence will also become stronger, and your body will gradually adapt to the changes in your soul."

Mina smiled, "I'll prepare it as soon as possible, ascending from level one is quite simple."

Shor mumbled, "Only 81, what's so great..."

"Shut up!" The one with the red armband scolded, "Believe it or not, you'll have to beg him later!"

Shor's face turned red instantly, shouting, "Even if I have to eat dirt on my knees, I won't beg him!"

The one with the red armband couldn't be bothered with him anymore, turned to Rode with a smile, and said, "Congratulations, you are officially a special student of Kimberly Academy."

Rode still hadn't figured out what was going on, his mind buzzing, and asked, "What's the use of being a special student? Why did I suddenly become a special student?"

The one with the red armband explained, "Special students are a status set by the academy for students with particularly high potential or abilities that are particularly unusual and not suitable for normal learning. The purpose is to better customize training programs for them and help them develop their abilities."

Rode felt inexplicably nervous; he didn't really want to be in the spotlight.

"Does that mean I have to change classes?"

The one with the red armband shook his head, "No, you're still in the Tenth Group of the Tenth Division of the Third Institute. Your foundation is weak, and regular learning is essential. We'll arrange a special tutor for you and customize a special training course."

"You'll need to go to the Hedler training ground for specialized training every week, but everything else remains the same."

Rode felt a bit relieved, as long as there weren't too many changes.

Afterward, the one with the red armband helped him with some necessary procedures and gave him a special student badge, completing the work.

Now, all he had to do was go back to his regular classes and wait for notifications.

Before leaving, Mina specifically waved at him and said with a light laugh, "Young Rode, remember to come find me when you have time. I live in Building Seven, Room 21 of the Third Institute."

Rode didn't pay much attention, but as soon as he stepped out, someone pulled him aside.

Turning around, he saw it was the tragic poet Shor.

"Please," he said, "teach me."