“It is a bit early,” President Hale admitted with a nod.
“But General Storm has been anxious for years. She started worrying about her granddaughter’s marriage long before the girl even graduated.”
“So early? How old is her granddaughter?” Evan asked.
President Hale thought for a mont, counting on his fingers.
“She graduated from Dongli University not long ago… twenty‑three or twenty‑four, I believe.”
“That’s still young. Why the rush? Don’t tell she’s… very conservative‑looking?”
“No,” President Hale shook his head.
“That girl is beautiful—looks just like General Storm did in her youth.”
Beautiful and young.
Then why was General Elias Storm so desperate to marry her off early?
Was she afraid the girl wouldn’t find a husband?
Or was she trying to get rid of her as soon as possible?
Evan’s instincts told him sothing was off.
President Hale suddenly smiled even brighter, as if recalling sothing amusing.
“Don’t overthink it. et her and you’ll understand. Serena is a good girl—pretty, gentle, polite. Who knows, maybe you two will get along.”
Evan eyed President Hale’s wrinkled, grinning face.
This old man is definitely up to sothing. He wants to watch suffer.
But he still had to go.
Not for the blind date—
but for the Tier‑3 extract even higher‑quality than the Deep‑Sea Electric Eel Extract.
General Storm had struck right at his weakness.
He couldn’t refuse.
He was already curious what that extract would be.
Leaving the president’s office, Evan and Wendy returned to the villa.
Wendy went to the kitchen to cook.
Evan placed a Tomorrow Flower petal under his tongue and began practicing the Swan Dance to speed up digestion.
As he danced, he pondered when to head to the Dawnsea Naval Base.
“Maybe I’ll wait a couple of days. I’m not in a hurry to absorb the next extract anyway.
And co to think of it, since the sester started, I haven’t attended a single class.
I should at least show my face.”
He paused.
“Also, since General Storm’s granddaughter graduated from Dongli University, so seniors or professors must know her. I’ll ask around tomorrow.”
⭐ The Next Day — Evolution Class 01‑2
When Evan walked into the classroom, the students—including Hannah Keane—stared at him in shock.
He actually ca to class.
It had been nearly half a month since the sester began, and Evan hadn’t attended a single lecture.
He even skipped military training.
Evan scanned the room.
Aside from Hannah, most faces were unfamiliar.
He didn’t even know where he was supposed to sit.
Seeing the empty seat beside Hannah, he simply sat down.
“Senior Evan, where have you been these days?” Hannah asked curiously.
She knew he wasn’t actually her senior, but the title had stuck.
“Oh, I went out hunting beasts,” Evan replied.
“Those kids we rescued from the Evolution Church—are they back at the welfare ho? How are they doing?”
“They’re doing great,” Hannah said with a smile.
“Mia keeps ntioning you. Are you free this weekend? Mrs. Green wants to invite you and Professor Lewis over to thank you properly.”
Evan smiled.
“I might be traveling in a couple of days. When I’m back, I’ll visit them.”
“Traveling again? That ans more leave.”
Evan also felt he’d been taking too many leaves.
He planned to explain things to his counselor later…
Not that the counselor would dare refuse—
after all, the Guardian of Dongli herself had summoned him.
Soon, a male teacher with black‑rimd glasses entered the classroom.
He began roll call, reading nas one by one.
Evan waited for his na.
But the teacher finished the list, set it down, and Evan still hadn’t heard “Evan Cole.”
What? Did they kick out of the class?
The teacher scanned the room, spotted Evan beside Hannah, and paused for two seconds.
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“Oh, Evan is here today. Nice to et you—I’m Mr. Raymond Clark, your Advanced Mathematics instructor.”
“Hello, Mr. Clark.”
Evan leaned toward Hannah and whispered,
“We have to learn advanced math?”
“Of course. Math is the foundation of all disciplines.”
Evan realized he had already failed one course.
He muddled through the lecture.
After class, Counselor Jonathan Hayes arrived, equally shocked to see Evan—he had nearly forgotten this “legend” was in his class.
Evan approached him.
“Mr. Hayes, I might need another long leave.”
Jonathan Hayes was used to it by now, but still asked,
“What’s the reason this ti?”
“General Elias Storm wants at the Dawnsea Naval Base. She said she has sothing for .”
Mr. Hayes nodded stiffly.
“I’ll approve seven days first. If you need more, tell .”
If the Guardian of Dongli summoned soone, what could he possibly say?
Cooperate—nothing else.
“Thank you, Mr. Hayes.” Evan paused.
“By the way, do you know General Storm’s granddaughter? I heard she studied here.”
“General Storm’s granddaughter… you an Serena Storm?”
Mr. Hayes’s expression suddenly turned strange.
“So you do know her. What’s special about her? Why did your face change when I ntioned her?”
“She…” Mr. Hayes hesitated.
“She’s very good. Pretty, smart, polite. No issues at all.”
“Then she must’ve had many admirers.”
“At first, yes. Later… not so much.”
Evan imdiately sensed sothing wrong.
A girl like Serena—excellent, beautiful, with a powerful family—
should have suitors lined up around the university.
Even if she weren’t excellent, even if she were plain or diocre,
her family background alone would attract countless admirers.
Yet Mr. Hayes’s reaction said otherwise.
But he refused to say more.
Evan didn’t linger in class.
He left quickly.
One class was enough to tell him he wasn’t suited for wasting ti in classrooms.
He wanted to study evolution science—
animal biology, botany, geography—
that made sense.
But advanced math?
Foreign languages?
Moral philosophy?
He needed another path to graduation.
“Not a big problem.
If I perform well at the Six Nations University Exchange Tournant,
even if I fail a few courses, the school won’t dare say anything.
If I reach Saint‑tier while still enrolled,
they’ll chase down to hand a diploma.”
⭐ The Following Two Days
Evan stayed ho, diligently practicing the Swan Dance.
He, Yvonne, and FangBro ford their “dance trio” again—
all three needed to digest extracts,
so they spent every day in the villa courtyard
popping dicine and dancing.
They were one person short of forming the “Four Little Swans.”
When Wendy returned in the evenings,
she joined them as well.
She had recently absorbed an extract and needed digestion ti too.
Among the four, she was the only one who actually looked like a swan—
the other three resembled large geese following behind her.
Wendy remained busy, leaving early and returning late.
She had finished handing over her previous research projects
and finalized her collaboration with LifePharm.
Now she was occupied with several new topics.
After Dongli authorities destroyed an Evolution Church underground lab,
they recovered a large amount of data related to human mutation.
Wendy was now helping analyze and organize the material.
She was also deeply interested in Bloodline Crystals
and the fourth evolution of Dung‑Eaters,
but had no ti to pursue those yet.
“By the way, Evan,” Wendy said suddenly,
“about the hypothesis you ntioned last ti—I’m gathering data to verify it.
But ultimate‑mutation beasts are extrely rare.
Dongli’s database has limited samples.
I’ve already requested access to data from other nations.”
Evan groaned.
“My dear sister, please stop calling ‘Little Evan.’
It makes feel like I’ve gone into… questionable industries.
Just call Evan or your little brother.”
Wendy was referring to ultimate mutations—
beasts like the Mutated Giant Crocodile and Mutated Upright Ape,
whose mutations were overwhelmingly powerful.
Evan had noticed that ultimate‑mutation beasts
lost all secondary innate skills
and retained only their strongest one.
But with too few examples,
it remained a hypothesis.
Evan didn’t care much.
Ultimate‑mutation beasts were too rare.
Even if proven, the discovery had limited value.
Seeing his lack of interest, Wendy smirked.
“For research‑track students,
if you produce enough research output during your studies,
you can skip graduation exams
and directly qualify for postgraduate or even doctoral recomndation.”
That finally caught Evan’s attention.
He didn’t care about postgraduate studies—
but skipping graduation exams sounded great.
Wendy continued:
“Also, every published research output earns national contribution points
and increases your access level in the national treasury.”
“That’s good.”
Evan’s eyes lit up.
He had plenty of contribution points,
but his access level was too low—
many high‑tier items were locked.
“And major research output receives rewards from the Sovereign Nations.
So were given Tier‑4 S‑grade extracts,
others received high‑tier relics.
The forr president of Dongli University
was awarded a Tier‑5 relic before he passed away.”
“Research is that profitable?” Evan was stunned.
“In that case, maybe I should stop going to class
and just work in your lab as your assistant.”
He knew he wasn’t cut out for research—
but Wendy was.
Following her around,
he could at least earn contribution points,
boost his treasury access level,
and maybe even snag a few high‑tier rewards.
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