Lin Ze stood at the school gate, staring at the sign.
SKYVEIL HIGH Cultivation Level Required: Beginner+
This should be safe," he muttered.
Behind him, the clouds subtly twisted, the wind froze for half a second, and a pigeon mid flight decided it would rather live a normal life and turned around.
Lin Ze took a breath.
The world stabilized again.
He adjusted the plain school uniform he'd carefully chosen no enchantments, no divine silk, no armor forged from collapsing stars. Just cloth. Normal cloth. He liked that.
At age six, Lin Ze had accidentally completed a cultivation cycle that should've taken ten thousand years.
At age seven, he sealed 99.9999% of his power.
At age sixteen, his biggest worry was not destroying his new school.
Students gathered around the courtyard, showing off small tricks.
"Watch this Fire Palm!"
A boy launched a weak flame that barely warmed the air. Applause erupted.
"Did you see her sword intent? Incredible!"
Lin Ze nodded politely, keeping his spiritual pressure at absolute zero. Even so, the nearby cultivation compass malfunctioned and displayed:
ERROR: PLEASE CONTACT HEAVEN
The device immediately exploded.
Must be cheap," Lin Ze said softly.
He chose a seat at the back, near the window. Experience had taught him this was safest.
Then the girl beside him spoke.
"Hi! You're the new student, right?"
Her name tag read Mei Yun Class President.
She radiated talent. Genuine talent. The kind people wrote legends about.
Lin Ze felt relieved.
Good. Someone else can be the main character.
"I'm Lin Ze," he said calmly. "I'm… average."
Mei Yun smiled kindly.
She immediately concluded he was hiding tragic weakness and needed protection.
"I'll help you if anything happens," she said.
Lin Ze nodded solemnly.
Thank you.
Across the classroom, three so-called geniuses suddenly shivered.
Professor Wu entered, old glasses sliding down his nose.
The moment his eyes landed on Lin Ze, the professor froze.
A bead of sweat ran down his temple.
Why is he here?
Why now?
Why this class?
Professor Wu coughed and pretended nothing was wrong.
"Welcome to Skyveil High," he announced. "Please remember power is not everything."
Lin Ze agreed deeply.
At that exact moment, a sealed demon relic beneath the school cracked.
As students left for lunch, Lin Ze remained seated, opening a simple bento.
A ripple passed through reality.
In an underground chamber, a demon lord awakening from a thousand year seal suddenly felt embarrassed, questioned his life choices, and voluntarily re-sealed himself adding an apology note.
Lin Ze ate his rice.
"Hmm. A bit dry.