Primordial God Of Time

Kranos had no idea that, at this very moment, the instructors and students were in an uproar.

Although the shopping pavilion might seem like a secret realm, all its records were actively transmitted to the instructors overseeing it. Just now, a mysterious student had appeared with one million merit points.

One million!

That was an astronomical amount, attainable only by third-year students and above, whose merit points would have accumulated gradually over years of missions and accomplishments. But this? This surge in points appeared out of nowhere. It could only mean one thing: a student had achieved an unbelievable feat! Something only someone at the Monarch Realm could hope to achieve. Immediately, everyone was on tenterhooks, trying to discover who the person was.

Meanwhile, inside the Shopping Pavilion, Kranos, oblivious to the storm he had stirred, had already submitted his request. Moments later, several scrolls shimmered and appeared mid-air in front of him. He raised a brow in surprise before reaching out to pick the first scroll.

It was a spatial movement technique: Spatial Jump. Kranos skimmed through its details. It involved forcefully tearing open a gap in space with one's domain to reappear at a distant location. However, he couldn't do this, as comprehending a domain required cultivation at the Monarch Realm.

Setting it aside, he moved to the next cultivation technique; however, it too didn't suit him. Soon after, Kranos had looked through more than thirty cultivation techniques, but none were suitable for him, mainly because his realm was too low.

With a sigh, he muttered to himself, "Looks like I'll have to stick with my current speed for now."

He then began Browse through the sword techniques. Eventually, one caught his attention. It was called Pocket Strike. Although the name seemed odd, Kranos paid no attention to it. He was fascinated by the idea of hiding his weapons in space and, when the opponent was unsuspecting, striking them with all his strength.

It was a form of sneak attack, and Kranos liked it. He immediately settled on this one; if he could hide numerous blades and strike when his opponent least expected it, they wouldn't even know how they died.

Continuing his search, he eventually selected two more techniques: Hundred Space Strike, and another Kranos liked, called Restrictive Strike. Even though it was a skill at the Monarch Realm, Kranos felt he could create his own version due to his time ability.

The first technique involved striking at space rather than one's opponent, but these spaces would quickly solidify and become a form of attack. The latter required sending out a sword strike that restricted space, trapping the opponent and sealing all avenues of escape. If their strength was insufficient, they could only die.

After he had picked the three techniques he needed, he waited a bit. Soon after, the other elemental techniques disappeared. Then the price of everything was displayed on the screen. Kranos was immediately stunned as soon as he saw the price; everything in total cost more than one hundred thousand merit points! Visit My Virtual Library Empire (M_VLEMPYR) for more.

"One million points truly isn't a lot, it seems," he muttered inwardly, ultimately deciding not to purchase anything. He wanted to first understand how much the academy's classes cost before spending his points. Reluctantly, he dropped the scrolls back into the air and took out his jade token.

Behind him, a portal shimmered to life once again. Without much hesitation, he entered and appeared in the outside world. Kranos opened his eyes and noticed his cousins standing nearby with dissatisfied expressions.

He blinked, then asked, "Senior brothers, sister—what's the matter?"

Mark looked stunned for a second, then shot Kranos a look as if he'd said something foolish.

"What else? Isn't it obvious? It's the merit points," he sighed. "I've only got around fifty thousand, but the cultivation technique I wanted costs over a hundred thousand!"

Kranos' eyes widened.

He was genuinely shocked by the amount his cousin mentioned. So low? He had initially assumed his points were average, but now it seemed there was more to this than he had thought.

From the side, Carlos offered a reassuring smile. "Don't be discouraged. For your level, your merit points are already impressive. Just complete a few more missions, and you'll be able to afford what you want. The same goes for you, Third Junior Sister, and you too, Fourth Junior Brother."

Kranos could only scratch his nose awkwardly. He was still recovering from his shock. "It seems I will have to find some time to get those cultivation techniques," he decided in his heart. He had no intention of revealing the number of points he possessed. Who knew? If merit points were transferable, people might come for his life just for a few points.

Carlos then said, "Alright, I've shown you all the key areas. If you want to attend any class, just infuse your mana into your token, and the corresponding points will be deducted. Some classes cost around 100 merit points, but those taught by powerful instructors may cost more. Of course, there are also cheaper options."

After a few more explanations, Carlos turned to leave. However, Kranos noticed him glancing his way before turning. No one could tell what he was thinking.

Mark then turned to Kranos, his tone lighter. "I'm heading to a cultivation class to get some tips on my technique. Anyone want to come?"

At first, Kranos had thought his Second Brother had an extremely proud attitude; however, he had come to realize that he only had disdain for the weak. Towards the strong or those of similar strength, he seemed to have a certain kinship. His cousin sister, on the other hand, wasn't one to talk much, always keeping to herself. Although Kranos couldn't guess what thoughts were constantly going through her mind, he felt that she wasn't too harmful, but of course, caution was necessary.

Joy shook her head. "I want to ask for pointers on my Myriad Forms Elemental Technique. You go ahead, Second Brother." Then she turned to Kranos. "How about you, Fourth Brother?"

Kranos paused for a moment, considering his options. After some thought, he said, "I'll head to the Arrays and Formations building for now."

With that, the three of them parted ways.

Kranos glanced around, his lips curling into a faint smile.

It seems... my life at this academy is just beginning.