Darius Supreme

Elijah waited until each candidate received their grading before speaking once more. 

"The cut-off grade for Talent and Potential for the first admission of our Safemoon Academy will be at its lowest, as long as you have received at least a D in both respects, you will become one of my students. From the next admissions season ongoing, it will increase to C grade in both respects." 

Many faces paled, especially the wards. The adults didn't know their wards' results yet and they also had no idea how it was calculated, so hearing a D was all that was needed made them smirk. 

Hmph, in the end, you are still an academy! 

Even if you might have the best resources and methods, what use would be your school without students?. 

Still, despite thinking this way, they unconsciously knew it was only them being petty to vent their unhappiness. The fact of the matter was, if the resources the academy was flaunting openly was anything to judge by then even D grade talents could become powerhouses after graduation. 

Once Safemoon Academy had any promising students it could show off, the number of participants would soar in the years to come. 

As for the wards though, they were ashen-faced. Out of over 200 less than a fourth met the requirements. The total number of those at or above D grade was only 42 in total. 

The majority fell in the E grade category with only a minute amount at F grade. After all, no matter what, these kids had been talents chosen because their guardians had deemed them to be better than their peers, sure that they would be chosen. 

Better they were, but only 1-3 points. Unlike Darius and co the typical Fallonian could not see stats nor quantify them using the sheer database Martin had, they could only use the natural sensing method of a person's life level. 

Since they had felt their wards had a slightly higher life level than others, they had deemed them to be talents. Anomalies like Anthony were so rare and the feeling they gave was fundamentally different. 

Hearing that the next admission would raise it by an entire grade, many among the successful 42 were thankful… otherwise, only 15 of them would have passed this time around. 

Elijah received the feedback from Martin and smirked internally. "All those who have passed, come and stand in front, line yourself up as well. Those who have failed, you can leave. You have 3 minutes to exit the inner section before punitive measures will be taken." 

For those who were ignorant, Martin quickly informed them of the punitive measures, which made all of them tremble. Quickly, they looked at their wards, and those whose kids passed beamed with joy, sighing with relief. 

Those whose kids failed had pained expressions and quickly left with them in tow. No one tried to argue, as if the city did not care enough to kill even a demon, they were even less important. 

When the grounds only held 42 wards lined up in rows of 7 and their parents/masters who stood back, many showed excited and even more worried expressions as they wondered what was coming next. 

"Now, we will separate you based on your talent and potential into three groups. The Common Class, the Elite Class, and the Master Class." Elijah said calmly, folding his arms behind his back. 

He then pointed to the left area of the courtyard that was unoccupied. "Those at Grades D and C in both fields, please move there." 

Many fellows shared uncertain looks before walking out grudgingly to stand aside. The beaming smiles of their guardians changed to ugly visages. They had been happy that their wards had qualified, all of them convinced that their kids must have an A grade talent for sure! 

However, they now knew that their wards were either C grade or D grade, and they were certainly hoping for it to be the former. If it were the latter… well, there was nothing they could do, but it would definitely suck. 

This year's Common Class would consist of 35 out of the 42 present. The 7 who had remained standing were closely watched by everyone else. 

Some were arrogant, some were shy, and others casual. However no matter what, all gazes were full of jealousy and envy from both parents and wards in the Common Class. 

The parents or masters of the 7 didn't hide their glee, smiling smugly when the other parents gave them a glance full of irritation. The way those other fellows smiled, they would surely love to give them a good wallop on their backs. 

Elijah was amused by this and pointed to the center. "Those at Grades B and A to the center." 

At this call, the children stepped forth, confident that they were the elites among the rest and that they were likely all there should be. 

... however, those moving quickly froze when they noticed that some had stayed behind. 

All eyes fell on the remaining two, one boy and one girl. The boy stood there casually as if it was utterly natural - despite wearing rags - while the girl seemed to be the shy but cutesy type, coincidentally she was also the youngest of the group. 

Her ears poked out from behind her shoulder-length hair, yet they were not as long as Xela's, marking her as a half-elf. Though she was dressed slightly better than the lad beside her, she was clearly also destitute. 

The adults were baffled when they looked at them. These types of children had somehow managed to beat their own? 

However, the one with the biggest shock was undoubtedly the slave owner that had brought them here. Although he had been aware that they had been the most exceptional of his batch, he would have never even dreamed about that it would be to this degree. 

He had taken a gamble coming here, and it had paid off handsomely! 

Elijah hmmed with interest. "The final two are part of the Master class, go and stand on the right. Now, we'll-" 

"Cough, Lord Principal, forgive me for my rude interruption, but I have a proposal for you." The slave owner interjected as he smiled obsequiously. 

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