Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 122: Exchange

The principal raised his hands, and the stadium gradually fell silent as everyone turned their attention to him.

"Congratulations to all of you on awakening and successfully becoming Stellar Knights," he began, his voice magically amplified to carry throughout the entire space. "I’m pleased to inform you that thirty percent of this year’s class successfully completed their trials and returned alive."

He paused to let that sink in. "This is actually quite an average survival rate compared to historical data. While it saddens me deeply that we lost so many promising young students, I’m also proud that so many future powerhouses have been born from your class. You should all do well to live up to your potential and honor the memory of those who didn’t make it back."

The principal’s expression became more businesslike as he continued with practical information.

"Now then, you are all free to visit the Citadel Administration Centers throughout the city and officially register as Stellar Knights. This will grant you legal recognition, access to restricted areas, and various other privileges. You may also begin the process of choosing which university you would like to attend for further cultivation training."

He smiled slightly. "In addition, I’m sure you all noticed the Cosmic Store that appeared during your return and had the opportunity to exchange your earned points for various items. The Citadel Administration won’t force you to share what you purchased, as that’s your personal business. However..."

His smile widened. "You will be handsomely rewarded if you choose to share any combat techniques or meditation methods you acquired with the Administration Center’s archives. They won’t take your original copies—they’ll simply make duplicates for the public library. As a reward for your contribution, they’ll give you a different technique of the same level in exchange."

"You can also trade treasures and various items for equivalent-value items through the Administration’s exchange program. It’s an excellent way to convert resources you don’t need into ones that better suit your particular talents and fighting style."

The principal’s expression became more serious and formal. "Now, before you’re dismissed for the evening, there’s one final matter to address. As is tradition, each of you may present one item as a gift to this academy. These contributions will be used to help cultivate and grow the talents of future students who haven’t yet undergone their trials."

He gestured broadly. "This is entirely voluntary, of course. But those who contribute generously will be remembered fondly by the academy, and such generosity often has a way of being repaid when you least expect it."

With those words hanging in the air, the students were finally brought out from their individual cages. The metal doors swung open and they filed out in organized groups, stretching stiff muscles and looking around at their fellow survivors with mixed expressions of relief, grief, and exhaustion.

One by one, in alphabetical order by surname, the students were called up to a platform that had been set up in the center of the stadium. Their names were announced clearly for everyone to hear, followed by a description of whatever gift they chose to present to the academy.

Some of the gifts absolutely stunned the spectators watching from the stands, eliciting gasps and excited whispers. Others were merely ordinary items—small things that showed token effort but wouldn’t significantly impact the academy’s resources.

One student presented a rare spiritual herb that could slightly increase a person’s base strength if consumed properly. It was a nice gesture but nothing extraordinary.

Another offered an Earth-Grade meditation technique manual that would help students cultivate more efficiently. This drew appreciative nods from the faculty.

A third student contributed a defensive talisman that could block one fatal attack. Useful, certainly, but not particularly remarkable.

But then one particular student—a muscular young man with spiky black hair—stepped onto the platform and presented his gift with obvious pride.

"I offer to the academy a Type 8 Artifact Spear!" he announced loudly.

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire stadium erupted. People gasped audibly. Excited whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. Even the faculty members sitting at the high table straightened in their seats with visible surprise.

A Type 8 Artifact was an incredibly rare and valuable weapon that even most established Stellar Knights would struggle to acquire. For a newly awakened student to possess one and willingly donate it to the academy was almost unheard of.

The spear itself was brought forward by attendants, displayed on a ceremonial cushion. It was approximately two meters long, made of some kind of dark metal that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Intricate engravings covered the shaft, glowing faintly with internal energy. The spearhead was wickedly sharp and radiated a palpable aura of danger.

The crowd’s whispers intensified. People began speculating about what this student must have accomplished during his trial to earn enough points for such a treasure, and what else he might have purchased for himself if he could afford to give away something this valuable.

The principal himself stood and personally accepted the gift, shaking the student’s hand warmly and speaking words of praise that were drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

The alphabetical progression continued, with more students presenting their various contributions.

Eventually, inevitably, Vogue’s name was called.

"Vogue Morningster, please come forward!"

The spear itself was brought forward by attendants, displayed on a ceremonial cushion. It was approximately two meters long, made of some kind of dark metal that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Intricate engravings covered the shaft, glowing faintly with internal energy. The spearhead was wickedly sharp and radiated a palpable aura of danger.

The crowd’s whispers intensified. People began speculating about what this student must have accomplished during his trial to earn enough points for such a treasure, and what else he might have purchased for himself if he could afford to give away something this valuable.

The principal himself stood and personally accepted the gift, shaking the student’s hand warmly and speaking words of praise that were drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

The alphabetical progression continued, with more students presenting their various contributions.

Eventually, inevitably, Vogue’s name was called.

"Vogue Morningster, please come forward!"