Chapter 45 He Took the Wrong Path!

Li Changge laughed and said,
“Indeed, in your eyes, temporary strength seems to mean everything—but as teachers, we must look much further ahead.”
“Lin Han, your profession is Priest, isn’t it?”
Lin Han nodded, “Yes, I am a Priest.”
“That’s right.” Li Changge explained, “According to your records, your profession is a hidden class—Life Priest. Now you’ve succeeded in your second advancement, and although I don’t know where you obtained the Source of Calamity, that’s not our concern.”
“Your strength is truly formidable. All five of us elders admit it—even warriors of the same level might not match your power.”
“But your profession is Priest. An individual’s strength is ultimately limited.”
“Your profession doesn’t enhance your physical power. We all know this. Even if you continue to train your close-combat skills, your future achievements won’t be very high.”
“Your power is already astonishing; we believe you’re nearing your limit.”
“You have a support class profession, yet you’re devoting yourself to melee skills. Isn’t that a waste of your talent?”
“Besides, a second-advancement Priest is rare. Since you’ve reached that milestone, you should use your profession’s abilities to win us over.”
“We are not dictators, nor are we biased. We treat support classes equally. Ultimately, we must rely on our chosen profession, not mere physical training.”
“In the end, all I can say is, Lin Han, you have taken the wrong path.”
Hearing Li Changge’s words, the previously confused crowd fell silent. Even Wang Qiang didn’t know what to say for Lin Han.
Li Changge was right.
One’s awakened profession should be the core of their development.
Lin Han’s strength was impressive, but ultimately limited. That was his greatest disadvantage.
“Thank you for your advice,” Lin Han replied, unconcerned.
Although the examiners spoke thus, if he truly unleashed the powers of the Priest’s staff, this place would transform into a hellish battlefield.
Even these five old men above—how many forbidden spells could they withstand?
Li Changge said,
“You have a good temperament, just took the wrong route. In the coming year, focus on honing your profession. I look forward to your performance in next year’s admissions examination.”
In the end, Yuan Si also chose Changqi Academy, and the last spot went to Gao Chong, who had dueled Lin Han at the beginning.
When everyone had finished making their choices, the curtain finally fell on the event.
“Lin Han, don’t be discouraged! You can always try again next year. If they don’t appreciate you, someone else surely will.”
Wang Qiang comforted Lin Han as the two walked home together.
Lin Han felt helpless, saying, “I’m really fine. It’s just an academy, don’t worry about me.”
“You see, the more you say that, the less I believe you’re okay.”
Wang Qiang was like an ant on a hot pan. He was furious when he heard the result, yet as a minor figure, he could do nothing to change it.
“How about this—I’ve got a few thousand in prize money. Let me treat you to a feast. Whatever you want, it’s on me.”
Lin Han smiled wryly, “My family’s already prepared dinner, waiting for me. Let’s skip it this time; but next time, I’ll definitely make you pay, alright?”
“Deal! I’ll be waiting for you to take advantage of me!”
“So, Lin Han, what’s your plan now?”
Lin Han thought for a moment. In the future, he’d probably be active in various calamities, seeking the Source of Calamity.
“I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll casually join an academy, or work hard for next year, or become a mercenary. I haven’t decided yet. What about you?”
Wang Qiang replied, “Never expected to get into Shenmeng Academy. After graduation, I might join the army or return to Huiyue City.”
“When I come back after my studies, I’ll have your back. Let’s see who dares bully you then.”
Seeing Wang Qiang like this, Lin Han laughed, “Then I’ll count on you to protect me.”
“Don’t worry, what’s mine is yours.”
Wang Qiang patted his chest and promised.
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The two chatted for a while, then parted ways to head home.
When Lin Han arrived, his parents had been waiting for some time.
“Mom, Dad.”
“Congratulations!”
Lin Zhongtian and Shen Mei cheered. They had seen Lin Han win the championship on TV, their hearts swelling with excitement, eagerly awaiting his return to surprise him.
“Come in, dinner’s ready. Your father cooked over ten dishes, all your favorites.”
The family sat together for the meal, and Lin Han took out the keys to the villa he’d won.
“Mom, Dad, let’s pack up and move there in the next couple of days.”
Lin Zhongtian and Shen Mei exchanged a look, “Han, this is your reward. We think you should sell it and save the money for yourself; it’ll come in handy when you marry someday.”
“No need,” Lin Han said with a bitter smile. “Let’s just move in, and rent or sell this old house to ease our finances.”
“You’ve worked hard most of your lives. You should enjoy yourselves now.”
Lin Zhongtian was moved, but insisted, “This is nothing, son. If we sell the villa and save the money for you, wouldn’t that be best?”
In the past, Lin Han would have agreed—the interest alone could raise their living standard.
But now things were different. He could sell equipment for profit, so he wanted to help his family save up some money.
“Mom, Dad, let’s move in. I also have a skill book and a golden-level dungeon ticket. If I find a good price and sell them, they’ll be worth millions.”
Lin Zhongtian’s eyes brimmed with emotion. This child had given so much for his family.
“Keep those for yourself. You mustn’t sell them,” Shen Mei said sternly. “You can’t do everything for this family; you need to think of yourself, too.”
“If you dare sell them, you don’t need to come home anymore.”
Hearing his mother, Lin Han felt a warmth in his heart. “Let’s compromise. You move with me into the villa, and I’ll keep these for myself.”
“Alright!”
So the three sat together for dinner, content and happy. For Lin Han’s parents, having such an accomplished son was a rare blessing.
How could they bear to let Lin Han sacrifice so much more for the family?