Great Xia Country, Donghai City.

Inside the Zhou Family mansion.

“Zhou Huai, move out of the Zhou Family starting today.”

Zhou Huai looked up at the woman on the sofa, whose skin was taut and still charming, yet her brows showed a hint of harshness.

He frowned imperceptibly.

“Why?”

“Just because I transferred to an E-Grade Clone Master?”

Liu Yuru crossed her arms over her chest, chin held high, a mocking curve on her lips.

“What else?”

“A cripple, who transferred to the most useless E-Grade Class.”

“You still want to stay in the Zhou Family?”

“Do you want outsiders to laugh at our Zhou Family?”

At the other end of the sofa, a fashionably dressed young man suddenly spoke.

His face carried a facade of concern.

“Brother, it’s not that I’m lecturing you.”

“With your physical condition and this kind of transfer.”

“Staying at home is indeed not very convenient.”

“Rent a small apartment outside, it’s quiet.”

“It’s also good for your recovery.”

Although the young man spoke words of persuasion, his eyes could not hide his smugness and contempt.

Listening to the mother and son’s synchronized, extremely harsh sarcasm.

Zhou Huai sneered inwardly.

He had only Transmigrated three days ago.

And his starting condition was a paralyzed cripple.

That wasn’t all.

He was immediately swept out of the house.

No other Transmigrator had this kind of treatment.

The original Zhou Huai.

He was born into the renowned and prominent Zhou Family of Donghai City.

His father, Zhou Feng, was the third son of Old Master Zhou, the current patriarch of the Zhou Family.

The original host also lived the life of a young master, pampered and carefree.

However, fate’s turning point came so suddenly and tragically.

During a malicious attack targeting the Zhou Family.

His mother died protecting him.

He himself was eroded by a strange curse, becoming a half-paralyzed cripple, destined to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

The Zhou Family invited powerful Light-element healers, but all were helpless.

Before his mother’s body was cold, his father, Zhou Feng, married a new wife.

That was the harsh and ungrateful stepmother before him, Liu Yuru.

When she married into the Zhou Family, she also brought a son — Lu Qi.

Since Liu Yuru and her son entered the Family, the original host’s situation took a sharp turn for the worse, becoming worse than a dog’s.

Cutting his allowance was commonplace.

Sarcasm was a daily routine.

The original host was frail and immobile, suffering endless disdain and humiliation, even servants dared to boss him around and beat him at will.

And his father, Zhou Feng, always turned a blind eye, watching coldly.

For no other reason than Liu Yuru being the legitimate daughter of the Imperial City Liu Family.

Zhou Feng wanted to advance further in the Family, coveting the position of patriarch, and could not do so without the strong support of the Liu Family.

The increasingly vicious bullying by this wicked mother and son finally broke the original host’s fragile spirit.

He couldn’t catch his breath and died of depression.

Zhou Huai’s soul Transmigrated and occupied this body for only three short days.

This was a world where abyssal invasions occurred, exotic beasts ran rampant, and everything was digitized.

Humans who reached the age of eighteen could Awaken a Profession through a transfer ceremony, gaining extraordinary power to combat crises.

There were many types of Professions, mainly divided into three major Systems: combat, support, and life.

Profession Ranks, from high to low, were SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, D, E.

SSS-Rank was as rare as Phoenix feathers and Qilin horns, a mythical existence; E-Rank was everywhere, almost equivalent to Trash.

And today was the day Zhou Huai participated in the transfer ceremony organized by the school.

As a result, he “lived up to expectations” by transferring to the universally recognized most useless E-Grade Class — Clone Master.

A Clone Master could initially only summon one Clone.

The number of Clones increased with Rank.

But the Clone’s attributes were only half of the main body’s, weak and without combat power.

It could barely be considered a support, at most doing some reconnaissance work.

It was truly the most useless of the useless.

Thus, as soon as he returned to the Zhou Family, the scene at the beginning unfolded.

Zhou Huai’s expression was calm, his voice betraying no emotion: “Is this also Father’s intention?”

Liu Yuru sneered, chin slightly raised, eyes contemptuous: “Your father is busy with a myriad of affairs, how could he have time to care about the life or death of a Trash like you?”

“Now in this Family, I, Liu Yuru, can make all the decisions!”

“Even if your father knew, he would probably only agree with my decision! A Trash, staying in the Zhou Family, do you really expect him to bring glory to the Zhou Family?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huai’s heart was no longer stirred, and he was too lazy to say any more nonsense.

He had no feelings for this so-called “Family,” nor for that so-called “Father.”

To escape this nauseating cage as soon as possible was exactly what he wanted.

“If you want me to leave, fine.” Zhou Huai’s tone was indifferent.

“But there’s something I must make clear.”

His gaze swept over Liu Yuru and Lu Qi, his voice not loud, but every word was firm and resounding.

“From the moment I step out of this Family, I, Zhou Huai, will have no further connection with the Zhou Family!”

“From now on, everything of the Zhou Family has nothing to do with me! And everything of mine has nothing to do with the Zhou Family!”

“I hope that if you have any problems in the future, you will not come looking for me again!”

He paused, a meaningful curve on his lips: “And even more... do not regret what you have done today!”

Liu Yuru seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

She laughed so hard her body shook.

“Regret?”

“An E-Rank Trash cripple.”

“The Zhou Family will regret it?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Lu Qi also covered his mouth and laughed.

Tears were almost coming out.

“Brother, you’re so funny.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Without the Zhou Family, how will you live outside?”

“Don’t come crawling back crying and begging us to take you in.”

Zhou Huai looked at their smug, mocking expressions.

He sneered inwardly.

E-Grade Clone Master?

Trash?

They had no idea.

At the moment of his transfer.

【Divine Rank Clone System】: For every Clone created, a brand new Profession can be drawn for that Clone!

Clones after transfer possess independent attribute panels, skill panels, and equipment panels!

And once a Clone is created, it can exist permanently, consuming no Mental Energy from the main body!

With his few belongings, old butler Fu Bo pushed Zhou Huai’s wheelchair, slowly leaving the Zhou Family gate.

Zhou Huai looked back at the luxurious yet cold villa.

There was no nostalgia in his heart.

Only a sense of relief after escaping.

He had finally escaped this cage.

From now on.

The sea is vast for fish to leap freely.

The sky is high for birds to soar at will.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind.

A giant rotary machine appeared.

Colorful small balls inside twinkled with light.

In front of the rotary machine.

A button lit up.

Next to the button, a line of golden small characters was clearly visible:

【Newbie Benefit: Host, please draw a Profession ball to bestow upon your first Clone!】

【Ding! Host, please draw the Profession for the first Clone!】

The cold System prompt sounded.

【Clone Profession draw, guaranteed S-Rank, highest can reach SSS-Rank!】

Zhou Huai’s breathing suddenly hitched, his heart pounding wildly!

S-Rank guaranteed?!

One must know that throughout the entire Great Xia Country, the number of S-Rank Profession Awakeners each year was only a handful! Each one was a favored child of heaven!

SS-Rank was even rarer, like Phoenix feathers and Qilin horns; there were only two publicly known in the Great Xia Country, revered as “Legends,” and pillars of the nation!

As for SSS-Rank, that was already a “myth”! Only a handful throughout thousands of years of history!

In today’s world, only the one from the Free Federation was hailed as a walking “Divine Being,” revered by billions!

And his System, for Clone Professions, started at S-Rank!

And there was even a chance to reach SSS-Rank!

Zhou Huai swallowed hard, his eyes shining with fervent light, a boundless yearning for the future!

He pressed the 【Draw】 button with a fierce thought, without hesitation!

The rotary machine spun rapidly, light flowing, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Finally, a dazzling golden orb of light shot out from the rotary machine, slowly descending!

The golden light burst open, transforming into an ancient and mysterious transfer scroll, quietly suspended before Zhou Huai’s ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) eyes!

【Congratulations, Host, you have drawn the Profession: Unique Hidden Profession, S-Rank Thunder Sword Master!】