Apocalypse Gachapon

Mo Xinghe, the esteemed dean of the Chuangshi Institute, was a peak-level level 89 class user, just half a step away from reaching the godly level. He held the military rank of a one-star godly general.

But the young man standing before him was only level 37 and had already achieved the military rank of godly general. Although Lin Moyu had not yet acquired a star, but becoming a godly general essentially placed him on equal footing with Mo Xinghe. And with Lin Moyu’s level being so much lower, his future potential was incomparably vast, far beyond Mo Xinghe's reach.

In an instant, the air of superiority around Mo Xinghe faded.

"Did you take him to the Abyssal World?" Mo Xinghe asked, unable to suppress his curiosity. In his mind, the only plausible way Lin Moyu could have achieved the military rank of godly general at level 37 was if Bai Yiyuan had taken him to the Abyssal World. Only through an overwhelming accumulation of military merit from slaughtering countless Demons could Lin Moyu have reached this military rank at such a low level. There seemed no other possible explanation.

Bai Yiyuan shot him a sharp look, “Watch your words. My disciple doesn’t need me to gather military merit for him.”

Mo Xinghe immediately accepted Bai Yiyuan’s response without question. He knew Bai Yiyuan’s character too well—he never lied. If Lin Moyu had truly earned his military rank on his own, then the extent of his true combat prowess...

As Mo Xinghe processed this revelation, his eyes caught a faint rune on the back of Lin Moyu's hand. His expression shifted to one of astonishment, “Primordial Rune!”

The significance of the Primordial Rune was clear. Lin Moyu must have ventured into the Immemorial Battlefield and survived for 10 days after acquiring the rune. During those 10 days, he would have been relentlessly hunted by Dragonkind and Abyssal Demons alike. And given the unique nature of the Immemorial Battlefield, even Bai Yiyuan wouldn’t have been able to interfere. Lin Moyu had faced these trials entirely on his own.

Mo Xinghe’s perspective on Lin Moyu shifted drastically. With a cough to mask his surprise, he addressed him, “According to the academy’s rules, Student Lin Moyu, you indeed qualify to join the Chuangshi Institute. However, as per the Chuangshi Institute's requirements, you still need to undergo a thorough assessment. Student Lin Moyu, please follow me.”

From that moment on, Mo Xinghe placed Lin Moyu on equal footing with himself. His demeanor softened, his tone more respectful. Officially, in the hierarchy of the academy, as the dean of the Chuangshi Institute, Mo Xinghe was Lin Moyu’s senior and elder. But in terms of military rank, both were godly generals, practically equal in status.

Lin Moyu nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Dean Mo."

"You're welcome." Mo Xinghe replied, his tone without a hint of arrogance.

He led the group through the Chuangshi Institute, which turned out to be far more expansive than Lin Moyu had anticipated. The island itself was massive, and the institute sprawled across it. In terms of facilities, it rivaled the Xiajing Academy.

However, the Chuangshi Institute housed far fewer students—only about 300 in total. Compared to Xiajing Academy's 10,000 students, this number seemed minuscule. Yet, every student here was an elite, a prodigy in their own right.

Lin Moyu had once wondered why the Xiajing Academy recruited only around 150 students each year from across the nation. Even factoring in the academy's training program, the total number of students rarely exceeded 300. So, how did the student population swell to over 10,000? And this was excluding the students from the three top institutes.

It wasn’t until later that Lin Moyu understood. The study period at Xiajing Academy could last as long as 30 years. Once students reached level 40 and completed their second class awakening, becoming high-level class users, they could decide whether to graduate or remain at the academy. Graduates had the option of joining guilds, organizations, or the military, but many chose to stay, largely because of the academy’s Dungeon Hall, which offered opportunities not available anywhere else.

This resulted in a growing number of students staying behind, raising the student body to over 10,000, with more being added each year.

As they walked through the institute, they encountered several students along the way. Each one paused to greet Mo Xinghe with respect, and they all cast curious glances at Lin Moyu. It was rare for the dean to personally escort a new student, signaling to them that Lin Moyu was someone special.

There weren’t many students around, and several training grounds were empty. Lin Moyu couldn’t help but wonder where everyone had gone.

Noticing his confusion, Mo Xinghe smiled and said, "Today is the day of the monthly minor assessment. Most students are busy with their evaluations."

Bai Yiyuan chimed in, adding more context, "The three top institutes hold a monthly minor assessment and a yearly major assessment. If a student fails any of these assessments, they are immediately expelled from the institute and sent back to the Xiajing Academy. On top of that, they are banned from entering any of the top institutes for five years."

Lin Moyu was slightly taken aback. The punishment seemed exceptionally harsh—especially the five-year ban, which could severely disrupt a student's future prospects.

As they continued through the Chuangshi Institute, Lin Moyu observed its vast array of facilities: skill training center, independent archives, dungeon entrances, and advanced medical stations. There were also material supply rooms, equipment storage, and alchemy labs—all available to students, and almost everything free of charge. The sheer wealth of resources was astonishing. With such abundant support, failing an assessment left no one to blame but themselves—either for lacking effort or simply not having the talent. In either case, the institute wouldn’t waste its resources on them.

Lin Moyu asked curiously, "Is the minor assessment difficult?"

Mo Xinghe chuckled, "The minor assessment isn’t too hard. As long as a student isn’t severely lacking, they should be able to pass. But getting a high score is another story. The content of the assessment changes every month, so no one knows exactly what to expect until the day of the test. If you want to join the Chuangshi Institute, you’ll have to pass the minor assessment as well."

Lin Moyu nodded thoughtfully. He knew that if he couldn't pass, he wouldn't be worthy of joining the Chuangshi Institute.

Bai Yiyuan laughed heartily, "Those assessments at your institute are mere child's play for my disciple."

Of course, Bai Yiyuan's confidence wasn't misplaced. Lin Moyu wasn’t just any student—he was a godly general. A level 37 godly general, to be exact, something completely unheard of in the history of humanity. Most level 37 class users were still struggling to attain the military rank of lieutenant, yet Lin Moyu had already ascended to a military rank that was tens of thousands of times more prestigious. It seemed unthinkable that someone like him would struggle with something as basic as the institute’s assessment.

Finally, they arrived at the back of the institute, where two testing grounds came into view—one large and one small, situated on opposite sides. The larger field was designed for students who had reached level 40 and above, while the smaller was reserved for those under level 40. In the Chuangshi Institute, only about 50 students were under level 40, while the remaining 200 were all high-level class users, level 40 or above.

Scanning the area, Lin Moyu saw a few familiar faces. Among them were Su Sheng, his competitor during the class user competition; Fan Zhaoye, someone he had encountered in the Dungeon Hall; and Ling Yizhan, whom he had crossed paths with on the Immemorial Battlefield.

Everyone was focused on the minor assessment, so the arrival of Lin Moyu’s group went largely unnoticed.

Su Sheng was in the smaller assessment ground on the right, currently undergoing the assessment. Su Sheng, once arrogant, now looked humbled. Losing to Lin Moyu during the class competition had dealt him a significant blow. After entering Chuangshi Institute, he realized he was surrounded by geniuses, many of them legendary class users, and found himself no longer special. This realization had further crushed his pride, leaving him more humble and cautious—whether that was for better or worse remained unclear.

Su Sheng was currently defending against an opponent's attacks. The opponent was a level 41 Abyssal Demon, 10 levels higher than him. Though the Demon was only a simulation created through a formation, its power matched that of a real level 41 Abyssal Demon.

At the start of the assessment, Su Sheng managed to fend off the Abyssal Demon's attacks with spells, occasionally landing a few counters. But once his shield broke, the situation quickly deteriorated. As a Mage, Su Sheng lacked the agility of melee fighters, and the Demon’s swift attacks gave him little chance to fight back. He dodged desperately, occasionally taking hits, though none were too serious.

Mo Xinghe, noticing Lin Moyu’s interest, explained, "Today's minor assessment is straightforward. Each student needs to last one minute against an opponent that’s 10 levels higher. If they can hold out for a minute, they pass."

He continued, "The criteria vary depending on the class. Combat-oriented classes face direct combat challenges, while support classes like Healers need to keep their targets alive for a minute while ensuring they don’t die themselves."

Lasting a minute against an opponent 10 levels higher was no easy feat. The Chuangshi Institute’s assessments prioritized practical combat skills. On the battlefield, the combat awareness of support class users was just as crucial as that of combat class users.

Though Su Sheng looked a bit worse for wear, he managed to hold out for the full minute and successfully passed the assessment.

Mo Xinghe commented, "This Sacred Light Mage, Su Sheng, shows promise, but he lacks real combat experience. He needs more tempering."

Bai Yiyuan, unconcerned, replied, "Just send him to the Immemorial Battlefield."

Mo Xinghe frowned, irritated, "Do you think the Immemorial Battlefield is an easy fix? The death rate there is over 50%. What if—" He stopped mid-sentence, realizing Lin Moyu had recently returned from that very battlefield. Mentioning it in front of Bai Yiyuan now seemed inappropriate.

Awkwardly stroking his beard, Mo Xinghe decided not to argue further. Instead, he turned to Lin Moyu and said, "Lin Moyu, go ahead and give it a shot."