You call this a healer?

A very low-level, ordinary healer, in just one day, maxed out all his skills and techniques. The key point is that he also spent the whole day yesterday tending the boiler.

This completely broke the school's record.

It's almost unbelievable that someone comparable to a level one reproductive expert could defeat a level three royal deity!

When class ended, Teacher Qin Moyu grabbed Zhou Ming and rushed out the door. They headed straight for Class 1, the class of the genius "Mage" Ye Chen. Addressing the students and a bespectacled female teacher who were about to leave, she said in a deep voice, "How did you know that one of my healing students had reached the maximum level in both mental cultivation and skills in just one day?"

The female teacher pushed up her glasses, a hint of surprise and disbelief flashing in her eyes: "I didn't ask you!"

Zhou Ming: "?"

I thought my talent had been discovered, that I'd been transferred to the elite class, and that resources were starting to flow my way. I was so happy...

He could clearly see a hint of scrutiny on the face of the genius Ye Chen.

"Whether you asked or not, he also has all his internal cultivation techniques and skills maxed out, breaking the record!"

Qin Moyu pulled Zhou Ming and turned to leave. Only after they were out of the teaching building area did he say meaningfully, "Do you think it's childish and exaggerated? Let me tell you, talent cannot be buried. You have to speak it out loud. If you can do it, you can do it; if you can't, you can't. Poor students should seize every opportunity to show themselves as much as possible and carry out the shameless spirit to the end."

Next, I've decided to temporarily elevate you to the status of a genius, claiming you've awakened a talent and are the reincarnation of a powerful first-generation Order Keeper. You'll have to grit your teeth and accept it, and strive to obtain certain resources!

Zhou Ming took a deep breath: "Isn't this too high-profile? This doesn't fit my style. I've always been very low-key."

Qin Moyu released his grip, looked at him seriously, and said in a rude tone: "You mean low-key, Lei Ting! Where did you go with that shameless attitude during the martial arts exam? What are you afraid of? Be high-profile at school, but low-profile outside of school. Your teachers will always be there to protect you."

Let me give you an example. When Song Wugong was a student, he always said that he was the posthumous son of the first generation of sword saints, and thus he obtained a lot of resources from the orphans of heroes.

Later, when his biological father found out, he jumped up and cursed at his home in a base in the north. But as it turns out, if he hadn't been so shameless back then, he wouldn't have achieved his current status and position!

"Got it!"

Zhou Ming nodded. "During the martial arts exam, I was completely reckless. Now that you guys are being so forceful, it makes me seem a bit hypocritical."

……

After parting ways with Teacher Qin Moyu, Zhou Ming rushed to the cemetery immediately.

There were just as many strange corpses today as yesterday, but the atmosphere was a bit off. There were quite a few people sitting around the courtyard, on the walls, and on the roof.

Many of them were freshmen from the same year, but there were also many unfamiliar faces, presumably upperclassmen or sophomores.

Each of them had a serious and solemn expression, as if they were lost in thought.

The most outrageous one was a bald young man on the east wall, his body crawling with snakes and centipedes, muttering: "With my blood, I bind your soul; in the name of the God of Contracts, with the essence of our souls, we forge a pact of life and death; Sparrow Soul, come!"

He's actually a rare Summoner Orderkeeper!

On the west wall, a plump girl dressed in a retro-style robe held a ball of lightning in her hands, swaying it back and forth, the electric arcs crackling and nearly blinding people.

A skinny senior student next to him muttered, "You'd better keep that electric ball away from me, or I might lose control of my four-meter-long machete!"

The overweight senior scoffed, "Remember this: your four-meter-long sword is made of conductive material!"

The skinny senior was speechless.

Zhou Ming: "?"

What happened?

"Zhou Ming, get to work!"

Old Lü greeted them warmly beside the burial furnace.

On the other side, Lin Ya, with dark circles under her eyes, glared fiercely at Zhou Ming, seemingly having not slept well the night before and harboring a great deal of resentment towards him.

She asked many people what Zhou Ming meant yesterday, but no one knew. It wasn't that she cared about Zhou Ming; she was afraid of being scolded without understanding.

Zhou Ming quickly stepped forward, took the hook, and whispered to Lao Lü, "What's the situation with these people?"

Old Lu gave him a meaningful look: "Aren't you just pretending to be ignorant? In just one day, you've maxed out your skills and techniques, and the news has already spread throughout the entire university campus. Many students are immediately investigating you."

"They discovered you're just a healer, with no talent, no background, no money, no ability—a complete lack of resources. This is simply impossible! They suspect it's because my Tomb Furnace Academy possesses a special ability to enhance mental techniques and skills!"

Zhou Ming was silent for three seconds: "Do you think this is reasonable?"

The speed at which this message is being spread and disseminated is far too fast!

Old Lu nodded: "I think it makes a lot of sense! Let me put it this way, if you break through to the second realm in the toilet, you won't be able to find a stall tomorrow. We're not geniuses, and we're all too eager to improve. How can we not seize every opportunity? Do you know how many soldiers die in the outer city every day? Do you know how delicious the meat buns in the inner city are?"

Your senior classmates only sleep two hours a day. Many of them are afraid that dating will interfere with their cultivation time and disturb their peace of mind, so they have undergone sterilization and abortion surgery!

"Thor," ranked number one in combat power among juniors, was constantly receiving love letters from girls. Last year, he gritted his teeth and decided to castrate himself!"

This... does it have to be this rolled up?

Zhou Ming was completely bewildered and asked, "Didn't my mentor tell everyone that I'm a gifted player, a reincarnation of a powerful being?"

"I already told you! I know everything!"

Old Lu stroked his beard. "But this kind of nonsense is usually just a formality. Upperclassmen are all reincarnated supernatural beings or reborn saviors—it's just for fun. Get back to work!"

Zhou Ming stopped talking nonsense, turned around and pulled up a spirit ape, then quietly looked around. He found that no one was paying attention to him. Perhaps what his classmates, seniors and juniors needed was just an attitude of hard work, not attention to a low-level healer.

He quietly extended his right hand and pressed it on the top of the ape's "mysterious" head. A vortex appeared, and he gently inhaled:

[Realm +0.6%]

[Martial Ape Burst +0.8%]

[Non-attribute Strength +0.09]

Quickly add the realm value, skill value, and attribute-free power to the Healer profession.

Then, after looking up to make sure no one was watching, he threw the ape into the furnace and went to drag the next one.

[Realm +0.9%]

[Snake bone venom +0.5%]

[Non-attribute Strength +0.04]

This time, the power value from the three major absorptions was added to the Godslayer profession.

Then, it just kept dragging, swallowing, and dragging one after another.

At noon, Lao Lü and Lin Ya went to the cafeteria for lunch, but none of the senior students left. They were all still deep in thought and studying diligently. Occasionally, someone would exclaim in surprise, as if they had realized something, which would instantly attract the attention of a large number of students.

Some even exclaimed excitedly, "Sure enough, you have to be faster here!"

Zhou Ming slowed his dragging of the strange corpse by a few seconds: "?"

Is this being too clever for one's own good, or some kind of self-suggestion?

Is it really necessary to grind like this? My status as the "King of Grinds" is starting to waver!

……

As the sun set, the last of the mystical corpses was completely burned away.

Zhou Ming gave another summary—

Today, I devoured 73 divine beings, and my two major professional realms each increased by 12%. Combined with yesterday's accumulated realm increases, both have reached 22%.

My defense value increased by 3 points, and my total defense reached 15 today, making me the top defender among this year's freshmen!

[Flying Eagle Claw] and [Spirit Battle Activation] each increased by 19%, 7% more than yesterday, for a total proficiency of 31%.

Everything is growing rapidly.

As we walked out of the cemetery courtyard bathed in the glow of the setting sun, none of the senior students had left; their livers were clearly overloaded.

This made him somewhat emotional, and his slight underestimation of the indigenous people of this world vanished like smoke!

There are too many "overly clever" people; it's putting pressure on people!

Upon arriving at the dormitory gate, Teacher Qin Moyu, who always liked to wait for people at the entrance, brought good news: "Congratulations, Zhou Ming! The school has decided to provide you with a bottle of nutritional supplement and three pieces of flying camel meat every day! Keep it up!"

Zhou Ming: "?"

That's it?

Is it something good?