Ninth class citizen

Chapter 321 Freshman Admission
Nan Rong finally stepped into the Jade Gate.

No matter how much it is strengthened, an ordinary physical body cannot transcend space and time to enter the core of the universe from its current plane.

The content taught in the so-called preparatory class textbooks is more about consolidating the mind to ensure it can withstand the pressure of the space-time channel.

All of this is predictable and is an inevitable path for every student.

Having come this far, there's no turning back. We can only follow the academy's arrangements and proceed step by step.

The journey was much smoother than she had expected. Almost as soon as she entered the colorful vortex, she found herself standing in a completely new world.

Looking up, one sees an endless expanse of sky, with various floating islands faintly visible in the clouds, as well as all sorts of strange vehicles and even exotic beasts never seen before, carrying people back and forth in the air.

The most eye-catching sight is a towering, cloud-piercing, jade-colored mountain directly in front of us, blocking out the sun.

The mountain was extremely well-proportioned and beautiful, with almost the same thickness from top to bottom. If you said that it was not a mountain, but a thick pillar of heaven and earth, I'm afraid no one would disagree.

As Nan Rong was squinting at the jade mountain, someone suddenly stood in front of her, looked her over briefly, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, are you a freshman who has just entered the core of the universe?"

Before her stood a gentle-looking man in a black robe, smiling warmly at her.

"I'm new here." Nan Rong nodded and looked around at her surroundings.

She was on a large, circular stone platform, with a long queue of over a hundred people in front of her.

Beside the long queue, dozens of people of various appearances stood scattered about, cautiously observing their surroundings, just like her.

The young man in black noticed Nan Rong's absent-mindedness but didn't seem to care.

"I am Fischer, a student from plane Kun 9012, and my profession is Archmage." He introduced himself and handed Nan Rong a number plate.

"Now I also do the job of welcoming new students."

Nan Rong reached out to take the number plate, but suddenly froze.

In the bright sunlight, her outstretched hand appeared translucent like crystal, completely different from Fisher's fair palm.

Fischer noticed her hesitation and smiled as he slipped the number plate into her hand: "Don't worry, this is normal for new trainees—just line up to get the materials and complete the body sculpting later."

"Body reshaping?" Nan Rong's eyes flickered slightly: "Can a newly reshaped body withstand traveling between two worlds?"

“Of course,” Fisher said confidently. “The academy will issue different grades of body-shaping materials based on your qualifications. These are high-dimensional materials produced from the core of the universe, which can infinitely penetrate down to lower dimensions and will not affect our ability to complete our mission.”

Nan Rong glanced at the number she had received. It only had the number 1097 marked on it, without any other information.

“What is your mission?” she asked, looking up.

Fisher's eyes widened in surprise: "Your interdimensional examiner didn't tell you?"

“No.” Nan Rong recalled her only meeting with that great demon king and gently pursed her lips: “He only met me once and said a few words to me.”

He merely expressed his dissatisfaction with himself and added an extra trial, without mentioning anything useful.

“How could this be?” Fisher frowned. “The examiners of each plane are senior students who have completed their mission in this plane. They are not only the selectors, but also have to take on the responsibility of guiding and answering questions in the future. How can they be so irresponsible?” “Who can argue with that?” Nan Rong nodded heavily in agreement and sighed deeply.

“That won’t do.” Fisher thought for a moment and said, “I’ve heard of similar cases before. A very small number of senior students have been incompetent as examiners, failing to fulfill their obligation to inform students in the early stages and being too lazy to provide guidance later, causing the selected students to fail repeatedly and ultimately being severely punished by the college committee.”

"Punishment?" Nan Rong blinked. "How will they be punished?"

“I heard they stripped me of most of my abilities and banished me to some harsh, minor dimension,” Fisher said, taking her hand.

"Come with me, I'll take you to file a complaint against him. Even if the problem isn't serious now, it will still get him reprimanded and make him more attentive to you in the future."

"Um, have you heard of the Dean?" Nan Rong subtly avoided the other person's hand.

Fisher's expression changed immediately upon hearing the words "Dean".

His back straightened instantly, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes shone with an almost reverent, intense light:
"Dean! You actually know our Dean?"

His tone was impassioned and high-spirited: "He founded the Cosmic Heritage Academy single-handedly, and is recognized as the strongest person in the history of this universe, as well as the only idol of hundreds of millions of students!"

"He is truth itself! He is the divine being! He is the supreme and great being!"

Why are there these immature people who engage in such extreme spiritual worship everywhere I go?

Nan Rong's lips twitched slightly, and it took her a while to swallow back the sarcasm that had welled up on her lips.

"So, if the dean makes a mistake, does the college committee have the authority to punish him?"

"How can it be!"

Fisher pressed his hands together against his chest, his fingertips trembling with emotion: "How dare the council rule against the Dean? They exist only to better carry out his orders—they don't even have the right to touch the hem of his robe!"

"And most importantly, how could the Dean possibly make a mistake? How could you, and how dare you, have such a rebellious idea?"

Fisher's wide, dark brown eyes were filled with disapproval of Nan Rong.

“I misspoke.” Nan Rong was too lazy to argue with such a fanatical believer. She raised her hand and showed him the number plate in her hand: “Thank you for today, Fisher. I’m going to go line up now. Let’s talk again when we have time.”

Her willingness to admit her mistakes and correct them immediately extinguished the anger in Fisher's eyes.

“Didn’t we agree that I would take you to file the appeal first?” he said.

"No need." Nan Rong shook her head: "I will still have to deal with that person frequently in the future, there is no need to make the relationship so strained now."

“That’s true.” Fisher scratched his head. “Why don’t you go queue up for body sculpting first, and come back to me when you’re done? I’ll give you a few useful little gadgets and we can add each other as friends.”

"Thank you, Fischer." After saying goodbye, Nan Rong went to join the queue, only to realize that not all the new students in the queue were as pure humans as she and Fischer.

The "person" in front of her had a fluffy, semi-transparent orange cat head and some fluff on their palms. If it weren't for their sweet and melodious voice, it would be almost impossible to tell their gender.

Further ahead, there was an octopus-man with a completely sea-blue body. Its head had evolved to look no different from that of an ordinary human, but the eight tentacles under its robes revealed its race.

The catwoman, who called herself Mengshan, was quite lively and quickly became familiar with everyone around her.