Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 301 Class System

"Merchants and officials are the lowest class?! Are you kidding me?" Xuan Yuan Muze stared wide-eyed as if he had heard some nonsense.

Agreed scoffed at his surprise and said, "You can have Press take you to see for yourself, and you'll understand just how special businessmen and officials are in this country. But thanks to this system, it's fair to say that everyone in this country is born absolutely equal."

Xuanyuan Muze retorted dismissively, "I'm not so sure. Nepotism isn't so easy to eliminate. Are you really that confident?"

Agreed explained, "Let me put it this way: being a mage is a profession that relies on talent. For ordinary people, it's pretty clear whether they can become a mage after the talent test at age eighteen. Soul talent is something that can't be faked, and it's not hereditary. If you can do it, you can do it; if you can't, you can't. There's absolutely no such thing as a son inheriting his father's profession in the mage class. Even if there were such a lineage, it would be very easy for it to break down."

As for soldiers, it's even simpler. The talent requirements for soldiers are much lower than those for mages, but to become a soldier of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, one must endure brutal training and examinations. Only those with great perseverance can succeed. This is a hard requirement and an unwritten rule. Let alone nepotism, even my own son can only get in based on his own abilities.

The threshold for becoming a scholar is much lower. As long as you have creative ideas and are interested in the rules of how everything works, you can choose to study at a research institute after completing twelve years of compulsory education. After studying there for four years, you can enter society. As long as you have made some valuable and meaningful research results in your life, you can be admitted to a research institute and become a scholar.

However, this is only a general overview. There are actually many details to add, which cannot be explained simply by talking. If you have time, you can ask Press to take you to see for yourself. Basically, the systems implemented on all the planets of the myriad races are not much different. Only by experiencing it firsthand can you truly gain a clear understanding of this country.

Xuanyuan Muze picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he stood up and asked, "My last question is, why did you come to this planet in person to get involved in these things? Couldn't you have solved this with just a word? Why did you have to come all the way here?"

Agreed looked at Xuan Yuan Muze with some emotion and earnestly advised, "A single sentence? What a naive idea! You are just like me back then. But in reality, many things in this world cannot be solved so simply."

Remember, the higher you stand, the easier it is to be deceived and blinded by others. What you can see is nothing more than what others expect you to see. Those who reside in high places can never see the whole picture of the world, let alone solve those complex changes and problems. I prefer to walk in the most tragic and darkest corners of this world because I understand that is where I need to make changes.

I toil in the darkness to serve the light. More than the lofty sun, I wish to be a tree, breaking free from the dark earth to lead darkness towards the sun.

Xuanyuan Muze looked at Agreed, unsure whether he was shocked or simply found Agreed's words inexplicable. In any case, Xuanyuan Muze just gave an awkward smile and replied, "Well... I hope you get what you want." With that, he turned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave the office, Agreed picked up a few tea cakes and called out, "Wait, you forgot your gift." Without waiting for a reply, Agreed shoved the gift into his hands.

Agreed then patted Xuanyuan Muze on the shoulder and said to himself, "This body I'm in now isn't my original body. Don't look at me like this now, but I'm actually quite capable. In fact, I have clones on every planet. We travel to all walks of life in the Kingdom of Myriad Races, and we... do our best to make this country better."

After that, Xuan Yuan Muze walked out of the forest ranger headquarters without understanding what was going on. He looked back at this world that still felt very unfamiliar to him, but soon he would realize just how much information was contained in those few words he had heard today.

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Planetary long-term residence

"Why are officials and businessmen the lowest class?!" Captain Press repeated Xuan Yuan Muze's question, his eyes full of incomprehension as if asking Xuan Yuan Muze, how can you still not understand these things now?

Press paced back and forth in front of Xuan Yuan Muze for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain! Since you don't understand, why don't I just take you to see it? Please come with me. It's about time we brought in a new batch of officials."

"Bring in another batch?" Xuan Yuan Muze was even more puzzled. Why could he sense an extreme contempt and a cruelty that treated life as an object in Pres's words?

Preston didn't answer Xuan Yuan Muze. Instead, he took out his dedicated communication device and shouted, "Due to some special reasons, the injection of new blood has been brought forward today. I'm giving all officials, big and small, three hours to assign your tasks. Make sure you have all your spare time today for the new inauguration ceremony! Listen carefully, I'm not discussing this with you. If anyone doesn't show up in three hours, you know the consequences." After saying that, Preston rudely shut down his communication device. Xuan Yuan Muze was stunned to see Preston so different from before. He never expected that the planetary leader, who had been so gentle and refined not long ago, would be so fierce when facing his subordinates.

Pres turned around and instantly transformed back into the kind dwarf uncle, smiling as he said to Xuan Yuan Muze, "Please wait a moment. I will soon explain to you in detail the position of officials, or rather, subjects of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Races, in this country. I need to prepare some things, and I will inform you when the time comes. Please excuse me now."

After speaking, Press walked out, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, stopped, turned around, and reminded him.

"Mr. Xuanyuan Muze, since you may not be familiar with our system and are still too... young, I would like to give you a friendly reminder: you'd better not eat anything for the next three hours, because what's coming next might make you feel nauseous."

Press then gave a mysterious smile, turned around, and quickly left, leaving Xuan Yuan Mu Ze somewhat puzzled by the strange reminder he left behind.