The worse you are, the stronger you become: My summoned beast is a photographer.

The other students were also drawn by their teacher's words and crowded around. When they saw the complete and precise contract magic circle on the paper, their faces were filled with disbelief—Aura's summoned beast, that F-rank trash, had actually learned how to draw a magic circle so quickly?

"How is this possible..."

"Even an S-rank summoned beast couldn't learn it in a day, right?"

Whispers came in from all directions like a tide.

Looking at the orcs' wide-eyed, mouths agape, Ming Luochen couldn't help but think:

[Shocking, aren't you? A bunch of country bumpkins.]

It's just a circle and an X drawn according to a pattern, why are you making such a fuss?

He smiled slightly, subtly enjoying the thrill of "You all treated me like an idiot, but the idiot showed me off."

But then he thought, if they treat him like a pet, then he might as well be a pet too. After all, pets don't have to take exams, work overtime, or have to deal with a boss's attitude. He secretly glanced at the classmates who were still frantically teaching their summoned beasts to draw circles—some were sweating profusely, some summoned beasts were simply lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and one little piglet was trying hard to snuggle into its owner's arms, but after trying for a long time, it couldn't even make a straight line.

Ming Luochen raised an eyebrow.

Compared to these cats and dogs, he was confident he wouldn't lose. While he couldn't match the towering beastmen, compared to those truly small animals? That was akin to a dimensional reduction attack, a piece of cake!

Aura dared not delay, and quickly opened her textbook, pointing to the incantation, and taught her summoned beast word by word: "Great Soul God of Dorengar, Dorakarair, Ooh-ha, Dosura, I beg you to build a bridge for a soul contract between me and Aura, Enkula!"

After she finished reading, she looked at Ming Luochen with expectant eyes, her little mouth gesturing the words, prompting him syllable by syllable: "La—La—".

What nonsense!

Ming Luochen couldn't understand a single word and pouted in frustration. [Don't give me such a difficult task right off the bat! I've only been a pet for less than two days, and I already have to take an exam?]

"Slow down, take it one step at a time." Class teacher Sol noticed that Ming Luochen didn't understand and quickly reminded him.

"Okay." Aura took a deep breath, pointed to the spell in the textbook, and slowly recited it syllable by syllable.

I still can't understand.

Ming Luochen picked up a pen and began writing on the paper. He wasn't memorizing a spell—he was writing Chinese phonetic symbols. Although he couldn't understand what his centaur wife was saying, it didn't stop him from reciting the pronunciation from the textbook.

He copied down the crooked characters from the book—the characters were somewhat like Cyrillic Mongolian script, winding and dizzying to look at—and then neatly marked the Chinese phonetic transcriptions below them.

The class teacher, Saul, leaned over for a look and froze.

The lines of text he had never seen before were written with remarkable skill and structure, their strokes revealing a certain regularity, and the handwriting was quite beautiful—it couldn't possibly have been scribbled randomly. A nameless dread surged within him—Aura, this summoned beast, possessed intelligence and its own systematic writing system; it was likely not an animal at all, but a human summoned from another civilization!

Ming Luochen was completely unaware that he had frightened the person. He marked the entire incantation with homophones, went through it from beginning to end, cleared his throat, and recited it again:

"Great Soul God of Dorengar, Dorakarair, Ooh-ha, Dosura, I beg you to build a bridge for my soul pact with Aura, Enkula!"

The voice wasn't loud, but every syllable was pronounced clearly.

The classroom fell silent instantly.

The class teacher, Thor, paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "It works! Aura, quickly form a contract with him!" He was now completely certain that what Aura had summoned was not an otherworldly creature, but a superior human.

The discovery of a new human species—Sor couldn't imagine the shock this news would cause to the scientific community. Putting aside the new continent or new culture, the mere fact of "summoning other humans" was enough to leave a significant mark on history books and textbooks.

"But... all the materials for the contract are at home, I didn't bring them." Aura didn't expect to be able to get the summoned beast to sign a contract with her so quickly, and she was a little at a loss.

"Then use my materials first!" Class teacher Saul couldn't wait to witness a miracle. Before he finished speaking, he had already turned and rushed out. The sound of sheep's hooves hitting the ground was rapid and loud, disappearing at the end of the corridor with a "clatter, clatter, clatter" sound, like a fire burning its tail.

Rurik, his face grim, glared at Aura, who had once again become the center of attention. He clenched his fists resentfully, his knuckles turning white. He gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence: "So what if an F-rank summon is a little smarter... what's the big deal?"

"Hmph." Aura scoffed. Rurik was clearly jealous of her. She hugged her fragrant summoned beast even more smugly, gently nuzzling her chin against its head, and deliberately raised her voice, "My Gulair is not only smart, but also incredibly cute."

Ming Luochen was a little breathless from her embrace, but she didn't struggle—the soft chest against her face felt quite comfortable.

The energetic homeroom teacher, Saul, moved with astonishing speed, his hooves almost sparking from the floor. In no time, he rushed back to the classroom carrying a pile of materials, panting as he slammed them onto the desk: "Quick! Let him give it a try!"

"Okay." Aura carefully laid out the parchment scroll, magic ink, knife, and other materials for the contract. She picked up a pen and traced lines on the parchment scroll, then pointed to the magic circle, demonstrating the entire process to Ming Luochen in slow motion.

It doesn't seem too difficult.

Ming Luochen easily memorized it, but... he looked up and found that the entire class was staring at him—including the small animals, all eyes were fixed on him. Even the pink piglet tilted its head to look at him.

He inexplicably felt immense pressure.

Especially since he had absolutely no idea what this was all about. Was it a contract? A servitude agreement? Or some strange blood sacrifice ritual?

He hesitated for a moment, then looked down at Aura. She was gazing at him expectantly, her eyes sparkling like a puppy waiting to be fed—no, a centaur.

Never mind. Ming Luochen ultimately chose to believe her. After all, she was his first girlfriend, and he had to cherish her.

The contract ritual required blood and hair. Ming Luochen held the small knife, gesturing with it on his fingertips for a long time, unable to bring himself to cut himself. The dagger hadn't been sterilized; what if he got an infection? In this world, getting tetanus meant he probably couldn't even find a hospital.

He hesitated for a long time, unable to bring himself to do it.

The students watching the spectacle realized that Aura's summoned beast was afraid of being bled out, and the entire classroom erupted in deafening laughter.

Aura couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she grabbed his hand and quickly made a small cut on his fingertip with her knife.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Ming Luochen cried out in protest.

Blood beads seeped out, and Aura quickly grabbed the summoned beast's finger and smeared the blood onto the parchment scroll, then plucked two strands of its hair and placed them beside it.

It took quite a while to prepare everything.

Ming Luochen reluctantly took a deep breath and chanted the incantation:

"Great Soul God of Dorengar, Dorakarair, Ooh-ha, Dosura, I beg you to build a bridge for my soul pact with Aura, Enkula!"

The moment the words fell—

It felt as if the entire space was trembling.

The parchment scroll with the contract magic circle drawn on it burst forth with a violent light, the white light blinding, like a small sun exploding in the classroom. Everyone instinctively squinted.

The homeroom teacher stared at the scene in disbelief, her mouth agape enough to fit a fist. The students present were dumbfounded—contract magic…could produce such a sound?

The holy light was exceptionally dazzling even in daylight; the white light pierced through the classroom windows and shot straight into the sky. The lecture in the next class came to an abrupt halt, and hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, startling the entire school.

Aura felt a surge of immense energy rush into her brain, and her vision blurred. She seemed to see a hallucination—a divine phantom appeared above the contract magic circle.

The illusory figure slowly emerged from the light, its slender form enveloped in a soft halo.

"It is...it is the great Soul God of Dorengar!" Class teacher Thor also saw the phantom. The holy divine power crushed down like a real thing. His knees bent uncontrollably, and he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.

The other students also knelt down, looking up in shock. Some clasped their hands together, some lowered their heads, and even the small animals fell silent, lying on the ground, too afraid to move.

The gods bestowed blessings—something I'd only ever heard of in legends, but today I witnessed it with my own eyes.

Ming Luochen looked at the illusory figure and was stunned by its appearance—pointed ears, smooth skin, and several purple vines wrapped around its body, with tiny flowers blooming on the vines, swaying gently with the halo of light.

They're elves. There are elves in this world!

The elven phantom lowered its eyes slightly, its gaze falling on Ming Luochen and Aura, a faint smile playing on its lips. It extended a jade-like finger and gently touched—

Two rays of light drifted from their fingertips, one flying towards Ming Luochen and the other towards Aura. The light intertwined and swirled between their fingers, slowly condensing and finally transforming into two exquisite light rings, one on Ming Luochen's index finger and the other on Aura's finger.

Then, the illusory figure smiled faintly, its form gradually fading away, like morning mist dispersed by the wind, disappearing from the ceiling. The light also subsided, and the classroom returned to its normal brightness, as if everything that had just happened was merely a dream.

Ming Luochen was momentarily dazed.

A jumble of random thoughts suddenly flooded my mind—what color are the stall doors in the women's restroom? My chest feels so heavy, walking is so tiring? Those few days every month are so annoying…and the restlessness of heat? That anxious feeling that seeps into my bones…

He shook his head violently.

Then some images flashed by: Valerius and Marina teaching a little girl to read and to fight, the little girl going from taking her first steps to galloping on horseback—no, galloping on all fours.

This is... Aura's memory?

After a period of tinnitus, the surrounding noise gradually became clearer.

"What kind of summoned beast is this, that it has received a blessing from the gods?!"

"That ring was a gift from the God of Souls, Dorengal. I wonder what its purpose is..."

"Did you see that? That phantom—it's an elf! The legendary elf!"

Ming Luochen was stunned.

He understood.

The chattering voices, which had seemed distant and indistinct like they were separated by a thick pane of glass, were now crystal clear to him, and he could even understand the meaning behind their words.

Aura, on the other hand, is not having a good time.

Her head throbbed with pain; she clutched it tightly with both hands, veins throbbing on her forehead. Her brain felt like it had been crammed into a library—a devastating torrent of steel, iron birds soaring through the sky, iron boxes faster than centaurs… and nine years of compulsory education, advanced mathematics, physics, chemistry, political ideology…

Too much profound and difficult knowledge, all of which were the things that gave her the biggest headache, kept flooding in like a torrent, making her brain feel like it was going to explode.

"Are you alright?" Ming Luochen sensed her intense emotional fluctuations—the pain, dizziness, the feeling of being about to burst—and his own heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward and reached out to comfort the swaying Aura.

"I'm fine..." Aura shook her head, her voice weak. She slowly bent over, lay down on the ground, and gasped for breath.

He can talk now?

Class teacher Thor kept a close eye on Aura's summoned beast—it clearly couldn't speak the language of this world just now, was it because of the goddess's blessing? Or because of memory sharing?

Thor found it unbelievable that such a high level of spiritual resonance could be achieved so immediately after the contract was completed. Ordinary beast tamers and summoned beasts would need at least several months of training to reach this level, but these two people... no, this person and beast, actually achieved it the instant the contract was completed.

"Aura, are you alright? Do you want some water?" A girl with horns stepped forward and asked with concern.

"Yeah, how about we get something to eat? Or go to the infirmary?" Several more beast-eared girls surrounded them, chattering with concern.

Aura looked up and glanced at her former friends. Their faces were full of concern, but her eyes were somewhat cold—was it because a deity appeared when she made her contract that they were concerned about her again?

When we went to lunch earlier, no one wanted to get close to her.

"No need," she replied curtly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"What happened?"

Several teachers and the principal arrived at the classroom door simultaneously, their expressions grave. The beam of light was so conspicuous that the entire academy had seen it.

The class teacher quickly stepped forward and, in a low voice, reported in detail about the arrival of the God of Souls during the contract.

"The God of Souls, Dorengal... has personally appeared to bestow a blessing?" The principal stared intently at Ming Luochen and the faintly visible ring on his finger, his gaze complex. He knew this man was extraordinary, but he hadn't expected him to be this extraordinary.

The deputy director was also shocked—was the school about to produce a great person?

"Aura, why don't you go to the infirmary first?" The principal stepped forward and asked anxiously. He couldn't let something happen to someone blessed by the gods at school.

"I need some peace and quiet." Aura's head was throbbing with pain. Ming Luochen's vast memories and terrifying knowledge were making her consciousness blur, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"Go to the infirmary and rest." The principal bent down and personally helped Aura up.

Other school leaders, seeing this, quickly stepped forward. They all worked together, carefully lifting Aura as gently as if handling a fragile piece of porcelain, afraid of hurting her. Some supported her arms, some held her shoulders, and some helped her pick up her scattered books, escorting her all the way to the infirmary.

Ming Luochen followed beside her, his hand gently resting on Aura's arm, his brows furrowed.

In the corridor, students from other classes peeked out to watch the commotion, their whispers echoing like the wind blowing through a wheat field.