Henry Bennett found his class: Grade 1, Class 6. The classroom was already full, and Henry Bennett, out of habit, chose a seat in the corner. As soon as he sat down, the bell for class rang. A middle-aged female teacher walked briskly into the classroom.

"Hello everyone, my name is Kate McLean, you can call me Ms. McLean. For the next three years, I will be your homeroom teacher. After nine years of federal elementary education, those who can sit here are all elites. I hope that in the next three years, each of you can find your life goal and give one hundred percent effort to achieve it!"

Ms. McLean had probably said these words to countless students before, reciting them fluently. However, the sincerity in her tone was questionable.

"Next, we will begin distributing the Type A seeds."

Several male teachers pushed carts into the classroom, neatly stacked with those silvery-white suitcases. The grading of Type A seeds was different from that of evolved warriors; Type A seeds only had seven levels. The federal government distributed the lowest, level-one Type A seeds to students for free. The higher the level of the Type A seed, the greater its evolutionary potential, and the lower the risk during the fusion process.

However, regardless of the level, there was no visible difference in appearance; only advanced instruments could measure the grade.

When Ms. McLean distributed the Type A seeds, she directly skipped the group of students at the front right of the classroom—Henry Bennett had already observed the whole classroom while Ms. McLean was speaking earlier: the students in the class had unconsciously divided into two groups. The small group near the classroom door at the front right looked indifferent and arrogant, clearly the offspring of the privileged class.

These students' families had some connections or background. Whether by paying a high price or pulling strings for special approval, they could always secure higher-level Type A seeds for their children, which were definitely better than the level-one seeds distributed for free by the federation.

Ms. McLean was not a first-year teacher; she could tell at a glance who belonged to the privileged class, so she simply skipped them.

According to the order, each person received one box, with no exchanges allowed.

There were also some ordinary students from relatively well-off families, whose parents gritted their teeth and spent a lot of money to buy a level-two Type A seed. Seeds above level three were not something money alone could buy. Whenever Ms. McLean reached a student, she would ask, and if a student produced a level-two seed prepared by their parents, she would skip them. When she reached the girl in front of Henry Bennett, the girl refused the government-issued seed and took out her own small silver suitcase.

When it was Henry Bennett's turn, he suddenly raised his hand and stood up: "Teacher, could I get a different one? This box is damaged, and I'm worried the seed inside might be compromised."

Ms. McLean turned her head, and Henry Bennett pointed to the bottom of the box, showing her a cross carved with a sharp object. Ms. McLean frowned and said, "The box itself isn't damaged, so it can't be exchanged!"

As a quasi-citizen, Henry Bennett's request was rejected by Ms. McLean without hesitation.

Ms. McLean had already returned to the podium. "Alright, now please follow my instructions to begin the Type A seed fusion." The fusion process was very dangerous, as it could trigger rejection reactions. Without an expert to guide and assist, attempting fusion alone could easily lead to accidents.

"Click, click, click..." The classroom was filled with the sound of locks opening as the students opened their suitcases and took out their Type A seeds.

"Please turn on the life monitoring device on your desks."

Henry Bennett had used this kind of desk every day during his nine years at the elementary academy, so he was very familiar with it. He pulled open the control panel on the front of the desk and pressed a green button inside. With a whoosh, a glowing crystal rod popped up in front of the desk. The crystal rod emitted a blue light that scanned Henry Bennett from head to toe, and then his physical data appeared on the main control panel.

Life energy value: 36.

Estimated life potential: 78.

Both of these basic values were not high. Henry Bennett had always been weak since childhood, far from strong, and at this moment, he was also quite hungry.

Ms. McLean walked around to take a look. The students' results were linked to Ms. McLean's performance, especially on the first day of school. Experienced teachers would use the estimated life potential to judge which students were worth nurturing and which ones only needed a cursory glance when time allowed.

Those with life potential below one hundred belonged to the latter group.

When Ms. McLean passed by students with potential, she would always offer a few words of encouragement with a pleasant expression. When she encountered students from the privileged class or those with life potential above one hundred and fifty, she would even affectionately pat their heads. When she passed by Henry Bennett, Ms. McLean tilted her head slightly, glanced at the numbers on his desk, then turned away and smiled encouragingly at the student at the next desk, whose life potential exceeded one hundred and twenty.

"Alright, students, I imagine you can't wait any longer. Now, please follow my instructions to begin fusing your Type A seeds. First, adjust your breathing and focus all your attention on the seed in your hand."