CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: LOGAN’S SKIPPING CLASS AGAIN?

Sophia’s voice was icy, carrying a military kind of authority.

"The Genius Training Camp only accepts geniuses. Over the next month, you’ll have to survive in the camp, relying on your own strength to face unknown dangers."

"For every extra day you survive, you earn 100 points. Points can be used in the valley to get all kinds of resources, including but not limited to high-level familiars, special weapons, skills and knowledge, coaching, daily supplies, and luxury perks..."

"Of course, you can also apply to explore the Blood Cultivation Realm. The valley will buy back everything you bring out from the Blood Cultivation Realm in exchange for points. It’s a great way to earn points. However, we only buy resources from the master-level Blood Cultivation Realm."

"Given how weak you are right now, whether you want to keep your life or chase points is up to you. Let me remind you: an elite-level familiar tamer exploring a master-level Blood Cultivation Realm alone has a death rate over 99.99%."

A wicked smile crossed Sophia’s face. "So? Are you scared yet?"

"But don’t worry. Every Monday, the valley will offer free lectures and practical training."

"Next, you can use the tent palace to check the prices of the resources you want to exchange for."

"One more thing: points can’t be traded or cashed out. Of course, the valley welcomes sponsorships from wealthy students—every 1,000,000 federal credits equals 1 point."

With that, Sophia’s figure faded and disappeared with the projection.

Meanwhile, the spatial fragments in the tent palace lit up again. A virtual screen floated in the center.

Logan looked at the info and checked his points balance first.

[Student: Logan]

[Points: 100]

[Apply to redeem resources?]

Seeing the prompt, Logan chose "Yes" without hesitation.

Soon, a huge catalog appeared in front of him.

Each section listed hundreds, even thousands, of items and services.

Just like Sophia said, the Genius Training Camp’s points list was packed with good stuff.

A-level familiars that people fight over outside could be exchanged here with points—there were dozens of them.

There was armor you could wear to fight hand-to-hand against Legend-tier familiars, tech gear that could kill a Legend-tier monster with one strike, special-grade training methods that boost a familiar tamer’s efficiency a hundred times, and one-on-one practical coaching from master-tier familiar tamers using the same familiars as you. It had everything.

Logan wanted it all—but he couldn’t afford any of it.

Take A-level familiars as an example: the cheapest one cost 50,000 points.

And if you count the rare resources needed to raise a familiar, you’d be spending points in the millions.

Use cash to sponsor the valley for points? Logan couldn’t afford that.

So he set his sights on the Blood Cultivation Realm. "Master-level Blood Cultivation Realm... with my current strength, if I’m careful, I should be able to explore it."

Logan opened the Blood Cultivation Realm list, and over a thousand options popped up.

"So many?" Logan muttered in surprise as he filtered for master-level Blood Cultivation Realms. There were over 200 of them.

By the Saint Heart City military rules, elite-level Blood Cultivation Realms are open to the familiar tamer guild and independent familiar tamers. You just need to apply to join an exploration team.

Master-level Blood Cultivation Realms are usually contained by the army’s familiar tamers, and the military hires top experts to help as needed.

However, for the next six months, master-level Blood Cultivation Realms are also open to students of the elite training camp.

As long as a student’s application is approved, the military will assign them to an exploration team and they’ll act together.

For training purposes, the students’ real identities will be kept strictly confidential to outsiders.

"So basically, without the Genius Training Camp halo, if you run into danger, no one is going to care whether you live or die?" After reading the requirements to explore the Blood Cultivation Realm, Logan smiled.

He also didn’t want to march into a Blood Cultivation Realm with the Genius Training Camp halo over his head and be treated like an exhibit.

So Logan sent his application without hesitation, asking to join a master-level Blood Cultivation Realm team.

Soon, he got a reply.

Logan quickly changed into casual clothes and quietly left the camp.

Following the address in the reply, he made his way to the Saint Heart City army base.

In the command center, a grizzled officer looked over Logan’s application and slammed the table. "Elite-level, 2-star, and you dare explore a master-level Blood Cultivation Realm? Do you have a death wish?"

Facing the question, Logan stayed calm and spoke his mind. "It’s rare to get into the Genius Training Camp. I don’t want to leave as a loser. I want to get stronger."

Logan’s voice was firm, with no hint of fear.

His attitude instantly earned the officer’s respect.

"Good kid! I’ve been on the northern border for over ten years. The last person with guts like you was a little girl!" The white-haired officer slapped Logan’s shoulder and laughed. "I’m Philip Morgan. Go to Blood Cultivation Realm No. 9527. Remember, your new identity is a bounty hunter named Jesse.

Logan took a brand-new ID and a disguise mask. He saluted Philip respectfully. "Thank you, General Philip!"

"No need to thank me. Just come back alive." Philip kept a straight face as he saw Logan off.

After making sure Logan was far away, Philip picked up the phone and called Sophia. "Hey, your student is interesting. If he graduates alive, send him to me first. I’m getting old. It’s time to find a successor."

On the other end, Sophia laughed when she heard Philip wanted to poach him. "Let me remind you, Logan was recommended by Natalia, the new City Lord of Twilight City. You sure you want to fight that crazy woman for him?"

When Sophia mentioned Natalia, even Philip’s mustache trembled.

He held the phone, breathing hard, unable to say a word.

In the end, he swore into the receiver. "Son of a bitch, Sophia, why didn’t you say so earlier? You’re setting me up!"

Sophia didn’t get angry at the scolding. She was actually quite happy.

On the very first day of the Genius Training Camp, Logan volunteered to explore a Master-level Blood Cultivation Realm. He impressed her once again.

"Heh. Kids who only hide in the classroom and take lessons will never become the best supernova," Sophia sighed, losing interest in the other trainees.

By noon, sunlight filtered through the thick leaves into the valley, landing on the trainees’ faces.

Here, an introductory class on advanced familiar tamer training had just ended.

Every trainee was carefully going over the methods the instructor taught.

Victor sat in the front row, scanning the people around him.

When he spotted Yelena and Sawako, he strode over, angry.

"Where’s Logan? Tell him to come see me!" Victor’s tone was harsh, his eyes fixed on Sawako and Yelena.

"He didn’t come to class today. Look for him next week," Sawako blurted out.

Hearing that Logan had skipped the lecture, the trainees nearby all looked over, curious.

"Did I hear that right? What kind of background does this Logan have, that he dares to skip classes at the Genius Training Camp?"

"People like that are either once-in-a-century geniuses or clueless fools. I think he’s the latter."

"What a waste. Some people don’t value what’s right in front of them. After the first round of the civil war ends, he’ll regret it for sure."

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Victor stood among the crowd, also surprised that Logan hadn’t shown up.

Even though the Tattalia family has its own advanced familiar tamer training methods, today’s teacher still inspired him a lot. He felt enlightened and gained a ton.

"Hmph, he won’t even take a free chance to get stronger? What an idiot!" Victor sneered. He shouldered his backpack and headed toward the cave in the distance. "Instructor, our Tattalia family will sponsor the Genius Training Camp fifty billion!"

Victor’s voice was loud, and the whole valley gasped.

Fifty billion federal credits equals fifty thousand points.

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Victor redeemed an A-level familiar on the spot—a Golden Behemoth.

Seeing its massive, towering body, all the trainees couldn’t help but gulp.

Facing such a flashy Victor, Yelena and Sawako looked grim and turned away.

"Damn it, just thinking about Victor’s smug face makes me want to punch him!" Sawako said angrily as they walked.

"Let’s go back and tell Logan first. No need to deal with Victor now," Yelena said, gripping the hem of her skirt. "With Victor’s strength right now, a head-on clash won’t help us."

While the two girls were talking, Logan arrived alone at the entrance to Blood Cultivation Realm No. 9527.

A lot of soldiers in tidy armor were gathered there, along with familiar tamers of all kinds. Logan went to the registration desk and handed in his recommendation letter.

The military officer looked at Logan’s file, stunned. "What’s your problem? An elite 2-star familiar tamer daring to enter a Master-level Blood Cultivation Realm—do you have a death wish?"

Seeing the officer angry, Logan brushed the beard on his mask and said, "Sir, I’m just injured, so my strength looks lower. In a crunch, I can still fight at elite 5-star level."

The officer was about to ask more when the team leader shouted from nearby, "Are you done yet? We’re short one person! Anyone will do! Once we hit 300, we move out!"

Feeling the pressure, the clerk handed Logan back his papers. "Fine. If you want to die, be my guest. Go line up in front."

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