Ye Xuan naturally didn't have such thoughts. Rather, having gained power, he could more accurately appreciate the value of knowledge.
Right now, he had obtained the template of "Kingly Power and Hegemony," so he didn't need to consider these things too much. But for those who gained abilities based on their imagination, without excellent knowledge, it would be difficult to unleash the full power of those abilities.
However, this was just his opinion; everyone's thoughts were different, and their choices were different.
Although it was strange to go to school and even take the college entrance exam after gaining power, at least now, no one had heard of any student giving up their studies or taking the college entrance exam after gaining power.
As for Ye Xuan, after obtaining the system and integrating the template of "Kingly Power and Hegemony," he no longer had an urgent need for good grades, so going to school was more interesting than staying at home alone.
After standing up, Ye Xuan stretched and then went to wash up and go to bed.
It wasn't early anymore; he finished his homework at ten o'clock, and now it was almost midnight. He had to get up early tomorrow.
His home was close to the school, and due to his special circumstances, he was enrolled as a day student. Normally, he should have boarded, but that would mean getting up at six in the morning and having morning reading at six-thirty; day students arrive later, just before seven.
The next day.
When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. The power flowing within him made him feel somewhat dazed for a moment.
"Indeed, yesterday wasn't a dream."
The overwhelming sense of power instantly reminded him of his experience last night fishing and merging with the template of Wang Quan Ba Ye's youth. The powerful sword energy within him surged like a river.
He got up and went to the bathroom. After washing up, he subconsciously prepared to put on his school uniform, but his gaze fell on the blue and white robe given to him by the system.
Times had changed. Since someone successfully awakened their powers by cosplaying anime characters, more and more young people began to wear the costumes of characters from anime and movies as their everyday clothes. Although the school still maintained a uniform system, it turned a blind eye to them.
There was no way around it; fantasy items that invaded reality had no nationality, but the people who obtained them did.
The characters in human fantasy are all so powerful, some even capable of easily destroying cities and countries. What if a country with whom they have a bad relationship awakens a powerful character template? Wouldn't that be catastrophic?
Therefore, every country hopes to have a large number of awakened powerful individuals, naturally leading to more relaxed restrictions in this regard.
Ye Xuan hadn't done this before, firstly because he felt his luck couldn't be that good, and secondly because he thought it was a bit childish. After all, he was a transmigrator, long past that age.
At most, he would try it in private, but he wouldn't wear it into school.
But now it's different. Before obtaining the template, it was considered childish; after obtaining the template, is it still childish?
This is the true
arrival of royal power and hegemony in reality! He put on the blue and white robe, fastened the belt, and hung the Royal Power Sword at his side. The boy in the mirror had clear and bright features, and the blue fabric of his robe was adorned with faint golden patterns. The long sword at his waist was simple and imposing, and the two characters "Royal Power" on the hilt gleamed slightly.
But what was most striking was his aura—a confidence and composure befitting a young swordsman, as if he could shatter everything in the world with a single strike. A strand of hair fluttered on his forehead without wind, and the spirited energy in his eyes made his entire profile exceptionally clear.
At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a swordsman who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, every gesture exuding an indescribable charm.
He smiled at himself in the mirror, and the young swordsman in the mirror also smiled back.
Not bad.
Ye Xuan glanced at the time, then pushed open the door and went out.
At the entrance of Wutong Alley, a thick white mist, carrying the aroma of steamed buns, filled the air. Ye Xuan stood before the breakfast stall, expertly announcing his order:
"Uncle Zhang, twelve meat buns, six vegetable buns, and three cups of soy milk."
"Pack them into three bags."
His gaze fell on Uncle Zhang's slightly odd attire: a red scarf draped around his neck like a red scarf, graying temples peeking out from beneath a tai chi headscarf, and then the rolling pin in his hand—the size was normal, but the tip was painted crookedly with blue dragon patterns in red paint.
"Alright!"
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Uncle Zhang subconsciously responded, packed up Ye Xuan's things, and looked up to greet him, but froze, his right hand hovering in mid-air. After a long pause, he finally handed the packed buns to Ye Xuan.
"Little Xuan, what's this outfit of yours today?"
Then, as if remembering something, he exclaimed with realization,
"Oh, you're trying to awaken anime characters too? If you ask me, this thing is harder than winning the lottery!"
Ye Xuan took the packed buns, and Uncle Zhang continued to ramble:
"Look at what I'm wearing, it's supposed to be a full set of Master Xie's Steel Rod cosplay outfit, my daughter snatched it up for me when it was on sale for 20% off."
"There's a two-meter-long prop stick in there, it's not heavy but it's ridiculously long, do you think you can even knead dough with that? I had to cut both sides off and turn it into a rolling pin."
"It cost me fifty yuan to draw a dragon pattern on it!"
"You know what a Tyrant Dragon pattern is, right? A Tyrant Dragon pattern is..."
"Only legendary kitchen utensils have Tyrant Dragon and Phoenix patterns, Master Xie's Steel Rod doesn't have them."
Ye Xuan kindly reminded him as he paid.
"What the hell?"
"What's the point of me spending fifty yuan?"
Uncle Zhang's eyes widened.
"You're such an idiot."
The aunt selling pancakes across the street laughed loudly.
"You say Xiao Xuan is thinking of awakening an anime character, I think it's you old codger who's thinking that!"
"You haven't even seen Little Master, yet you want to awaken Master Xie's legacy? You don't even know if you can lift that steel rod!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Get lost, so you've seen it even if I haven't."
Uncle Zhang cursed, slamming the rolling pin heavily on the cutting board, but watching Ye Xuan's departing figure, he couldn't help but mutter to himself,
"I must say, Xiao Xuan's outfit is actually quite convincing."
At the same time, Ye Xuan, carrying breakfast, walked to the school gate, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd of people dressed in various ways, his lips twitching slightly.
Although he had seen it many times before, every time he saw it again, he still found the scene before him unbelievable.
Those who knew would know this was a school; those who didn't would think it was the entrance to a comic convention.
There were people dressed in black robes with red clouds from the Akatsuki organization in Naruto, Shinigami uniforms from Bleach, Sailor Moon outfits with sparkling "Moonlight Prisms," and quite a few dressed as different versions of Son Goku, carrying sticks.
It seemed like every anime character you could imagine was there, and not just anime characters.
Wearing proper school uniforms was a minority—no, it should be said that, apart from a very few focused on studying, nobody else wore them.
Even the usually strict headmaster was wearing an eyepatch resembling Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen, though it looked more like it was to cover his dark circles.
But, if Gojo Satoru could see the way with his eyes covered, could you see the way too?
(End of Chapter)