Sss level Talent :The Infinite Hivecurse

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Earlier that day, Fairwind's body was covered in injuries—scratches, bruises, and even a cracked shoulder from a brutal boss fight.

Fortunately, a professional nurse had been hired just for him. After a few quick skill casts, his wounds were reduced to little more than faint scars.

Fairwind looked down at his body with pride. He had never pushed himself so hard for a level-up before. The only time he came close to this level of exhaustion was the all-nighter he pulled before his final mock exams last year.

And this time? Every single scratch was a badge of honor—earned from battling monsters head-on to grind levels.

Smiling, Fairwind pulled out his phone.

He had some exciting news to share with Ethan.

That morning, he had swapped into a full set of silver-tier gear, significantly boosting his combat stats. After all his efforts, his total combat power had finally reached 34 stars.

That was six stars higher than what Ethan had shown him the night before—a 28-star screenshot that Fairwind had burned into his memory.

Originally, he wanted to send his full stat sheet to Ethan and flex a little. But then he hesitated.

Fairwind paused, his finger hovering over the send button.

"Ethan doesn't have a city lord for a father like I do," he thought. Flexing on someone without connections felt... weird.

If Fairwind, with all his family advantages, couldn't surpass Ethan, then something would be really wrong.

So instead of showing off, he casually typed:

> "Hey, I just hit Level 5."

Of course, being the playful, braggy guy he was, Fairwind couldn't help but add:

> "Honestly, if I'd brought more potions, I could've reached Level 6 easy."

For a newcomer, Level 5 in one day was impressive. It was even faster than most seniors had done during their rookie year.

You might ask: Why not just have a high-level player boost him through levels?

Simple. In this world, XP was awarded based on your contribution to a fight, and dungeons capped participants' levels. If a high-level friend tagged along, they'd actually mess up your XP gain rather than help.

Fairwind remembered how one senior with an S-rank hidden mage class had barely made it to Level 4 on their first day. He felt proud. Confident. Superior.

At least, until Ethan's reply came in.

It wasn't a message.

It was a screenshot.

78-star combat power.

Fairwind's entire body froze.

There was no way this was real, right?

Was Ethan just messing with him?

Using an online image?

…No. He knew Ethan. That wasn't his style.

Ethan wasn't the type to fake a screenshot just to one-up someone.

The reality hit like a hammer: It was real.

Fairwind dropped his phone in shock and started spiraling.

He glanced at his brand-new silver gear—real, polished, expensive. Then he turned toward the massive villa he lived in. Out the window, his limited-edition sports car gleamed in the driveway.

He was the son of the City Lord of Ravenshade.

So why the hell did Ethan's combat power make his look like a toddler's?

Was Ethan secretly the illegitimate son of some higher-up? A hidden heir? Maybe even the boss's lost kid?

That might explain everything…

But then again, Ethan always acted so modest, frugal, even boring.

Low-key. Too low-key.

Fairwind scratched his head like a madman. "No way… I don't get it. How is he that strong?"

Trying to maintain some pride, he quickly messaged:

> "Wait a sec—our competition is based on level, not combat power."

After sending it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew. At least he hadn't sent over that pathetic 34-star stat image.

Otherwise, Ethan's 78-star bombshell would've made him look like a complete joke.

Just then, another message came in.

Another screenshot.

Level 7.

Fairwind stared at his phone and cursed, "Damn! I forgot—if I reached Level 5 with 34 stars, how could Ethan, with 78 stars, not reach Level 7?!"

His pride shattered again.

But, like any good rival, Fairwind didn't back down.

He fired off another message:

> "Fine! That was just Day One! We'll compare after a week. One week!"

> "If your level is still higher than mine after that, you can name any condition you want."

> "Hell, I'll give up the title of City Lord's Son! You can have it! I'll call you Young Master Ethan if I have to!"

Ethan didn't reply.

Fairwind, assuming that silence meant agreement, huffed and opened the school chat group to restore his confidence.

Maybe someone there could remind him of his awesomeness.

But the group chat wasn't what he expected.

No one was talking about daily upgrades or equipment.

Instead, the entire chat was buzzing about the upcoming inter-school competition.

"Wait, what's going on?" Fairwind muttered.

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Flashback to last night.

While Fairwind was grinding away and Ethan was upgrading his summons, the principal of No. 3 Middle School wasn't even home.

He was attending a critical meeting at the Ravenshade Professional Academy, where resource allocation for this year was being determined.

These "resources" included equipment, potions, training materials, and special enhancement items—all vital to nurturing young professionals during their novice stages.

Naturally, the competition between schools over these resources was fierce.

Each school fought for their share, using past performance and awakening quality as bargaining chips.

At the table were:

Old Wang, the senior supervisor from the Job Change Temple

Principals from all Ravenshade middle schools, including the prestigious No. 1 and the underdog No. 3

The discussion was heated.

> "The current system is totally biased! Schools like ours are trapped in a cycle—we get fewer resources, and that keeps us ranked lower!"

> "Exactly! How are we supposed to produce strong students without decent support?"

> "The quality of our awakenings has been declining. It's been years since anyone made the Rookie Rankings."

> "Look, I'm not asking for more—just give No. 1 Middle School our share earlier this year."

> "Why should you get early access? Your performance isn't much better than the rest!"

The room erupted in arguments.

Normally, the Principal of No. 3 Middle School would stay quiet during these meetings.

But this year was different.

Not only did he have Lily Winters, a rare SS-level talent, but he also had Ethan, whose abilities—though kept quiet—surpassed even that.

There were zero SSS-rank awakenings in the city this year, so these two students were the strongest cards on the table.

Even if Ethan wasn't part of the conversation, the principal was ready to fight harder this time.

Still, instead of arguing, he smiled and waited patiently.

He had a feeling something big was coming.

That's because Old Wang, who was usually the one smoothing things over, was strangely silent.

He sipped his tea, unfazed by the chaos.

This wasn't like him.

Usually, he was the peacemaker, the diplomat. But today? He just listened.

And when the shouting finally died down...

Old Wang set his cup down slowly, looked around, and said:

> "Since everyone wants change, I'll speak."

The room fell silent.

> "The old method of distribution clearly isn't working. So let's change it this year."

Everyone leaned forward.

Old Wang smiled knowingly.

> "Let's base resource shares not on past years' rankings, but on something more real."

> "This year, we'll allocate resources based on students' talent, level, and total combat power."

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