"Go get 'em, Madman!"
Yun Feng walked step by step toward the massive golden Awakening Stone, his heart pounding. He'd waited **ten years** for this moment, yet now that it had arrived, doubt crept in. His fingers instinctively brushed the ancient jade pendant hanging from his neck—a relic that had crossed worlds with him a decade ago, when he'd inexplicably reincarnated as a six-year-old boy named Yun Feng on this parallel Earth called "Blue Star."
*"Grandpa's pendant… bring me luck,"* he silently prayed before placing his palm on the stone.
*"As a transmigrator making a grand entrance, an SSS-tier talent would be totally reasonable, right?"* Yun Feng mused.
But reality mocked his hopes.
**"Yun Feng. F-grade Talent: Plunder."**
The crowd fell deathly silent—then erupted in jeers.
No one cared about the talent's name. **"F-grade"** alone sealed his fate. In this world, talent tiers dictated destiny. An F-grade? Even with a flashy title like "Plunder," it meant one thing: **weakness**.
"First an S-tier this year, now *this*? What a joke!"
"Look at that pathetic gray glow—if you can even call it a glow!"
"First F-grade in our school's history! Way to 'close the show'!"
Voices of mockery drowned out the rare murmurs of sympathy. F-grade talents were "civilian-class"—not because they aided daily life, but because they offered **zero combat power**. Their bearers were doomed to safe zones, forever barred from the monster-filled dimensional rifts where true power was forged.
Even E-grade students now looked at Yun Feng like he was their salvation. *His* failure elevated *their* mediocrity.
"His parents were C-grades! How'd he end up like this?"
"Having an F-grade in our top-ten school? Our college admission rates will tank!"
Amid the chaos, only Vice Principal Zhou frowned thoughtfully.
*"Plunder… A never-before-seen talent?"*
But the Awakening Stone revealed only the name and tier. The specifics? Only Yun Feng knew:
**Plunder Talent:**
- Kill enemies to **steal fragments of their spiritual energy (AP)**.
- **Microscopic chance** to steal their talents.
*"AP's useless if I can't even kill monsters!"* Yun Feng groaned internally. Without combat boosts, surviving dimensional rifts—let alone stealing talents—was impossible. And stealing *human* talents? That meant murder.
*"Even if I wanted to, the odds are astronom—"*
His thoughts froze.
The pendant at his chest glowed faintly as he clutched a golden shard from his parents' legacy—a shard that now **repaired itself** under the jade's cyan light.
*"Holy shit… Is* this *my golden finger?!"*