The City Superpower Hospital is a specialized advanced hospital built for people with superpowers, specifically for treating patients with superpower injuries that are difficult to cure by normal means. Everyone working there, be it a doctor or a nurse, or even the floor-sweeping auntie, is a genuine superpower practitioner.

In Room 2333, a bald muscular man with several layers of bandages on his head was sitting on the hospital bed. Until now, his forehead still hurt a little, and he couldn't remember anything about what happened yesterday. Across from him was a long-haired man, his friend and old partner, an Awakened-level superpower practitioner, Shi Yuan.

"Old Yuan, what on earth happened yesterday? I can't remember a thing. My head still hurts." The muscular man lightly touched his forehead, veins bulging from the pain.

The long-haired man was leisurely peeling an apple: "I wasn't at the scene yesterday either, I just heard from others. It seems you were knocked out by a piece of brick from a newcomer's exam. But fortunately, it was just a mild concussion, and you should be able to get out after a few days of rest."

"Damn, I really believed that guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing. The power of that brick was at least at the natural level, right? By the way, which class did he end up in? Such a genius could even be directly promoted to be a mentor." Raising his opponent's reputation was also a way to save face; otherwise, his face would have been disgraced by the news of him being knocked out.

"He? He ended up in Class E3." The long-haired man finished peeling the apple and then tossed it into the air and lightly sliced it into eight neat pieces, but he didn't give any to the muscular man and instead ate it himself.

Hearing the news, the muscular man's face was full of disbelief: "A guy who could slap me into the hospital with a brick, and you're telling me he ended up in Class E3? Who was the last examiner? I'll definitely have a deep conversation with him when I get out."

Shi Yuan helplessly shrugged his shoulders: "He was assigned to E3 for a reason. Because that guy... doesn't read a single word. He turned in a blank paper during the written test, and because you weren't there during the martial arts test, he could only be judged as barely passing. The average score naturally put him in E3 class. Now the whole academy is talking about how you were knocked out by a little E3 guy."

After listening to the long-haired man's words, the muscular man wanted to dig a hole in the ground: "What a loss, I've lost all face in my life."

The long-haired man patted his shoulder: "It's okay, you still have me, don't you?" The two looked at each other for a few seconds, then both simultaneously spit.

Han Jin felt very frustrated. This was just a school; was it necessary to build it so large? And during the second round of the exams, he didn't recognize any of the characters on the test paper. He still remembered that five years ago, there were no such words called "the world" text. As a result, he could only hand in a blank paper, not even writing his name.

Fortunately, he was still assigned to E3 class and successfully entered the academy. However, this academy, built on an island, was too big. It felt more like a city than a school, and he couldn't even find his class and dormitory.

He tried asking others, but every time he mentioned E3 class, people would look at him disdainfully and ignore him. In desperation, Han Jin could only search according to the signs and the campus map distributed by the examiner.

After a full three hours, Han Jin finally found his dormitory. To be honest, when he arrived here, he was very confused because there were two buildings in front of him. One was a peeling and yellowing building from the last century, and the other was a splendid, towering modern-tech building.

This difference in treatment was so evident that Han Jin was speechless. However, he didn't care about these things. With his abilities, he could get anything he wanted. The shabby building didn't matter; after all, it was inside the academy and it couldn't collapse.

He didn't know if it was because of the dangerous building, but the whole building had very few people. Sometimes there was not a single person in a few rooms in a row. According to the key given by the examiner, Han Jin found his room, Room 233.

The green paint on the security door was almost completely gone, and the smell of decay came from the door. Han Jin slowly inserted the key, but the keyhole seemed to be blocked by something, making progress very slow. Han Jin became impatient, shoved it in forcefully, and then heard a "crack" sound."D*mn it, what kind of freaking key is this?" Before entering, the key broke inside the lock, and Han Jin felt a little bit crazy. He looked around and found no one staring at him. It should be fine to use his power a bit.

A strange field spread out from Han Jin as the center, and with a "click", the door opened by itself. Han Jin then stopped using his power. However, the scene inside the room made him speechless.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of dust filled the air, making it hard for him to open his eyes. To make things worse, the floor was covered with an unknown yellow substance, while the old ceiling fan was wrapped with spider webs that were about 10 centimeters thick, barely revealing its shape.

Han Jin opened the wardrobe, and there was nothing inside except a dead rat and several rusty hangers. The best part of the whole room seemed to be the bed, and Han Jin cautiously put his backpack on it.

Then the bed broke in the middle as if it could not bear his weight, and Han Jin shook his head helplessly. He suddenly realized how much better his previous prison conditions were.

He went to the balcony and tried to open the curtains to let some air in. Learning from his previous experience, he tried not to use too much force, but the curtains fell down with the curtain rod.

"Is this place even suitable for humans?" He thought the room would only look old and worn from the outside but the inside was even worse.

As for the bathroom, the black liquid remaining in the toilet couldn't be flushed away no matter what he did, and a deflated doll lay lonely in the bathtub. Who knows what kind of person the previous tenant of this dormitory was.

Finally, Han Jin couldn't take it anymore and decided to use his power to change the interior of the dormitory into the appearance of the prison he used to stay in, with a hard bed and a bright hanging lamp. As for the rest of the items, he restored them to their original state, making the place barely livable.

The first day at this college left a deep impression on Han Jin. It seemed that his campus life here would not be boring at all.