Clone Ascension

The massive sports field

fell into complete silence.

The students and faculty of Dongli University

still hadn’t recovered

from what they had just witnessed.

It was shocking enough

that Evan had completed his second evolution

right after entering the university—

but now he had actually defeated Ethan Frost,

a long‑established Master‑Class elite?

In the centuries‑long history of Dongli University,

this had never happened.

A freshman defeating the examiner

in the first round of the freshman assessment?

Impossible.

Unthinkable.

Yet it had just happened.

The examiners were always Master‑Class elites—

even if they hadn’t absorbed three extracts,

their skill configurations were top‑tier,

far beyond ordinary evolvers of the same tier.

A normal freshman,

even one who had completed the second evolution,

could never defeat a Master‑Class student.

This meant one thing:

Evan Cole was already among the strongest of the Cocoon‑tier.

And everyone knew—

just last month,

during the Judgment Battle,

Evan had still been Chrysalis‑tier.

Which meant:

The moment he entered Cocoon‑tier,

he was already stronger

than most Cocoon‑tier evolvers.

And he wasn’t even eighteen yet.

Everyone present

clearly realized—

A true prodigy of Dongli was rising.

Even Evan’s fangirls,

who usually worshipped him blindly,

were staring at each other in disbelief.

Their expressions said:

“My god…

our boy is THAT strong?”

Hannah Keane’s eyes sparkled like stars.

Her “Evan‑worship value” skyrocketed—

if it was 10 before,

it was now 100.

(Though her worship of Wendy Lewis

was still at 10,000.)

🧓 VIP Seating — President Winston Hale

In the VIP seating area,

President Winston Hale

sat speechless.

Suddenly,

he understood why Evan

didn’t want to join the Combat Department.

What would be the point?

He’d graduate the moment he arrived.

He’d be directly recommended

to the Master Class.

And then what?

With Evan’s evolution speed,

how long could he even stay there?

Two years?

One year?

Would he be able to beat up

the Combat Department director

after a year?

Winston Hale turned to the teacher

who had been recording the entire fight.

“Send the battle footage

to President Hale.”

He couldn’t be the only one shocked.

President Hale needed to see

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what kind of monster

they had admitted.

And also—

to prepare for the financial bleeding.

Evan was Cocoon‑tier now.

The first‑place reward

had to be upgraded

to a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract.

…

🏟️ On the Arena Stage

The remaining freshmen

looked at each other blankly.

What were they supposed to do now?

The examiner had been knocked out.

How were they supposed to continue?

Evan scanned the group

of twenty‑something survivors.

“If you guys don’t mind,

I’ll take first place for this assessment.

I won’t participate in Round Two.

“Of course,

if you think it’s unfair,

you can all attack me together.

If you beat me,

I’ll withdraw.”

Evan genuinely felt

that fighting these freshmen

was pointless.

None of them were even

peak Chrysalis‑tier.

It would be like bullying children

and wasting his time.

His injuries from the fight

had already healed.

He could knock out half the stage

with one Raging Myriad Tides.

“I have no objections!”

one student immediately said.

“Me neither!”

“Sounds reasonable.”

“Agreed!”

Unanimous approval.

Not a single objection.

President Winston Hale

stepped onto the field

to restore order

and officially announced:

Evan Cole — First Place

of the Freshman Assessment

The rankings for second to eighth place

would be decided through

one‑on‑one matches—

but that had nothing to do with Evan.

The assessment continued,

but Evan had already left early,

with FangBro escorting him

back to the villa.

🏡 Back at the Villa

“Boss, you’re incredible!”

FangBro said sincerely—

though his heart ached.

They were both Cocoon‑tier now,

yet he was still just

“Fang the Runner.”

Wendy Lewis was busy

and not at home.

Aunt Yvonne was dancing in the yard.

Seeing Evan return, she asked:

“So fast?

Don’t tell me you got eliminated

in the first round?”

Aunt Yvonne had full confidence in Evan

and assumed he’d get first place,

so she didn’t bother watching the assessment.

Evan replied:

“I beat the examiner in Round One.

The other freshmen worshipped me

and voted me first place on the spot.

So I came home early.”

Aunt Yvonne:

“…?”

Was that even human language?

Why did she feel like

she didn’t understand a word?

Evan was already daydreaming.

“I wonder what extract

the school will reward me with…”

🏛️ Dongli University — President’s Office

President Winston Hale

watched the battle footage

on his phone

and fell into deep thought.

“This kid…

he has the makings of a future overlord.

No—

even when I was young,

I wasn’t this fierce.

“But I was a mental‑type evolver.

I spent my youth doing research,

not fighting.

That’s normal.

“But Graham Sterling and the others…”

He thought carefully.

Among Dongli’s current Saint‑tier powerhouses,

none had achieved such feats

at Evan’s age.

None had completed the second evolution

at seventeen.

He forwarded the video

to a group chat named:

‘Guardians of Dongli’

There were only four members—

Dongli’s four Saint‑tier overlords:

Graham Sterling

Winston Hale

Ethan Graves

Elias Storm

After sending the video,

Winston Hale smiled in satisfaction.

But then he suddenly froze.

Evan had completed his second evolution

and won first place.

That meant

the school had to reward him

with a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract.

In all previous years,

first place had always been Chrysalis‑tier,

so although the rule said

“reward an S‑grade extract

matching the winner’s evolution tier,”

they had never actually given out

a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract.

A Tier‑2 S‑grade extract

cost around one billion.

A Tier‑3 S‑grade extract

cost at least thirty billion.

Thirty times the price.

And Tier‑3 S‑grade extracts

weren’t even available for purchase—

they could only be exchanged

with EvolutionTech points.

Even though the extract

came from the national treasury,

it still counted

against Dongli University’s budget.

“This year…

we’ll have to tighten our belts.”

Just then,

a message appeared

in the “Guardians of Dongli” group.

To Winston Hale’s surprise,

the first reply

came from Elias Storm.

Elias Storm:

“So this is the Evan kid

you all mentioned before?

Not bad.

Perfect candidate

to be my granddaughter’s husband.”