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by fnovelpia“The most critical point is that with each star level increase, your emotional value is fixed to rise by 10%. For example, if you’re a one-star Emoter, your emotional value can never drop below 10%. If you’re five-star, it won’t fall below 50%.”
Xu Nian noticed a key detail.
“Does that mean the higher the star level, the easier it is to max out emotional value?”
A fixed 10% increase per star—eight stars would mean 80%.
At nine stars, wouldn’t one be in a constant state of frenzy? And ten stars…
“Of course. But don’t overthink it. Don’t aim too high too soon. Focus on what’s relevant to your current stage. The higher the star level, the harder it is to progress. Plus, failing to obtain suitable emotional cores can stall your advancement.”
Chen Qiu chuckled. “The competition within the official ranks is intense. Every emotional core must be handed over and then redistributed based on merit. Some may meet the conditions for a star upgrade but never receive a core.”
“So, focusing on the present is the best approach.”
Xu Nian and Su Qingya nodded in understanding.
This was one of the downsides of joining the official system—promotion required merit, and the higher the rank, the fiercer the competition. After all, there were too many monks and too little gruel.
That’s why some protagonists in novels later chose to go solo.
Freedom from constraints meant greater opportunities for advancement.
But for now, Xu Nian felt it was better to grow under the organization’s protection.
Chen Qiu went on to explain other matters.
It really lived up to its name as a crash course.
After just a day of lectures, Xu Nian had grasped most of the basics, though none of it in depth.
After covering the key points, Chen Qiu prepared to copy the PPT for Xu Nian and Su Qingya, telling them to review it at home and call if they had questions.
Before they knew it, the afternoon had arrived.
“Time to sign some contracts.”
Xiao Ge arrived promptly with four copies—two for each of them.
“What’s this?”
“One is a probationary member employment contract. The other is a pledge for using Emotive Weapon embryos. Read them carefully.”
The employment contract was standard, with no issues.
But Xu Nian scrutinized the Emotive Weapon embryo pledge closely.
“Emotive Weapons cultivated during one’s lifetime are under personal control, but ownership remains with the state. After death, they must be surrendered to the government?”
“Correct. The higher-ups will redistribute posthumous Emotive Weapons to support other squads in fighting Emotive Beasts. For example, your ‘Prisoner’s Death Lantern’ once had another owner.”
Xiao Ge didn’t elaborate further.
The fact that the Death Lantern had ended up in Xu Nian’s hands was proof enough that its previous owner had fallen in battle.
Xu Nian didn’t see this as an unfair clause. In a way, it was a tradition unique to peacekeepers—a legacy.
The accumulated weapons of countless peacekeepers who fought to protect the nation would become the arms of future generations, safeguarding both themselves and their country.
This would strengthen the nation, ensure the people’s well-being, and significantly improve the survival rates of future peacekeepers.
Without hesitation, Xu Nian signed her name.
Seeing no issues, Xiao Ge brought over two boxes, handing one to each of them.
“Give it a try. Channel your energy into it, and it’ll transform into your ideal form. Don’t worry—Emotive Weapons grow with their users. The stronger you are, the stronger your bonded weapon becomes.”
Xu Nian nodded, placing her hand on the box. No extra steps were needed—just a touch and the infusion of so-called emotional energy.
In an instant, the box morphed into a folding fan.
A deep red glow flashed across its surface.
“An S-rank Emotive Weapon!”
Chen Qiu, who hadn’t left yet, couldn’t contain his astonishment.
He’d caught that fleeting glimmer.
His face was alight with shock.
“My god, the strongest known Emotive Weapons are S-rank. I never expected you, young lady, to awaken one just like that! Our squad really hit the jackpot!”
“S-rank?”
“Oh, Emotive Weapons are graded by potential. The higher the grade, the stronger their abilities at corresponding star levels. An S-rank Emotive Weapon is one in a million!”
Chen Qiu was practically vibrating with excitement. Xu Nian could even sense joy radiating from him—as if he were the one who’d awakened the S-rank weapon.
Of course, Xu Nian was thrilled too.
Hehehe~
This was the treatment a transmigrator deserved.
She just wasn’t sure what the fan’s function was.
She waved it a few times, but no information popped up. No special abilities manifested.
“Emotive Weapon functions must be developed by the user. Do you know why the Prisoner’s Death Lantern’s ability is confinement?”
Noticing Xu Nian’s blank look, Xiao Ge posed the question.
“Hmm… maybe because its previous owner was timid and preferred a support role?”
Xu Nian ventured a guess.
“No. It’s because her frontline combat skills were already formidable. Lighting the Death Lantern helped her trap enemies for easier execution. That’s how the weapon gained its confinement ability.”
“Wow…”
Xu Nian hadn’t seen that coming.
“So, the right ability is what matters. Emotive Weapons are just tools—not unique, life-bound weapons. Once you’ve developed yours, record its ability for our archives. Oh, and give it a name.”
Xiao Ge’s explanation was tinged with barely concealed delight.
“Got it. In that case, can I have a few more embryos? Then I’d have a whole arsenal of S-rank weapons!”
“Wishful thinking. You can’t bind a second embryo until your current Emotive Weapon is completely destroyed.”
No loophole to exploit, then.
But a folding fan? It looked elegant. Wielding one as a weapon had a certain grace.
In her past life, Xu Nian had been a drama student. Maybe she could use this fan in a theatrical performance or something.
She flicked it open again, still undecided on a name.
Her gaze shifted to Su Qingya, who still hadn’t awakened her Emotive Weapon.
Xu Nian knew the protagonist wouldn’t fail—hers was probably S-rank too.
But a mischievous impulse bubbled up inside her.
What was that phrase again?
Ah yes, farming her own joy energy.
This was part of self-improvement, after all.
“Qingya~ Pfft, what’s taking so long? Can’t do it? How pathetic~ I’ve already awakened an S-rank weapon. You can’t afford to be worse than me, pfft pfft. Trash Qingya, so slow~ Trash~ Trash~”
Xu Nian taunted gleefully.
And why not? She had every right to gloat.
She’d awakened an S-rank Emotive Weapon! That was bragging rights right there.
Even if Su Qingya pulled off an S-rank later, she’d still be slower.
Xu Nian’s victory was absolute!
Hehe~
Trash Qingya.
Xu Nian was already untouchable!
Time to uncork the champagne!
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