The Spell's Range Covers the Entire Territory of China? Hand It Over to the Nation

1: Chapter 1 Awakening Day: A five-meter radius sewer profession!”This is too slow. Why are there so many lifestyle classes this year?”

June in the Capital City, the heat was stifling.

The sports field of Jingda Affiliated High School was solemn.

On the rostrum, the two-story-tall ”Class Transfer Origin Stone” hummed, occasionally emitting one or two colorful lights, dazzling and cool.

At the back of the line, a short, stocky boy elbowed the person in front of him.

”Hey, Old Su, do you think I can Awaken as a ’Berserker’? If not, a ’Heavy Shield Guard’ would also work. I heard the front lines are most in need of tanks right now. Transferring classes even comes with a settlement fee and an official position.”

The young man in front of him seemed a bit nonchalant.

The young man was tall and straight, wearing a school uniform white shirt, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and holding a copy of ”Compendium of Myriad Races Creatures · Revised Edition” in his hand.

Hearing this, he didn’t even turn his head, his slender fingers skillfully turning a page.

”Berserkers rely on equipment. If you don’t have money to buy two A-grade battle axes, you’ll just be delivering takeout to Goblins. As for Shield Guards, according to your bone density and body fat percentage, you’re more likely to be a ’meatball even softer than a wild boar.’”

Su Yun’s voice was clear and his tone indifferent.

The chubby boy’s mouth twitched, but he wasn’t angry; instead, he chuckled.

”That’s still better than a lifestyle class. I say, Su, the academic master, today the entire school... no, the eyes of all sorts of people in the entire Capital City are on you. Full marks in theoretical classes, you’re the only Prodigy in a hundred years to achieve that. If you Awaken as a ’Blacksmith,’ tsk tsk, that would be a huge joke.”

Su Yun closed his book and pushed up his glasses.

A Blacksmith?

On this Blue Star, where datafication has existed for a hundred years, rifts of myriad races have torn the border lines to shreds.

Although humanity has barely managed to gain a foothold with the help of class transferees, the annual casualty list is still as long as the plastic track on the sports field, circle after circle.

What the country needs has never been blacksmiths, but war machines that can efficiently kill, or enable teammates to kill more efficiently.

”Senior Class Three, Su Yun!”

Suddenly, the voice of the Dean of Students on the rostrum echoed through the loudspeaker.

The previously whispering crowd below instantly fell silent.

With a whoosh, everyone’s heads uniformly turned towards the Class Three team.

Not only the students, but even the military observers who had been sitting in the shade of the rostrum drinking tea put down their cups and straightened their backs a bit.

The accompanying principal even pulled out a handkerchief, desperately wiping the sweat from his balding forehead.

”It’s your turn.” The chubby boy pushed Su Yun, ”Go on, open our eyes.”

Su Yun stepped out of the queue.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, and he quickly walked through the crowd to the front.

As he passed the Class One team, several top students who usually looked down on others instinctively shrank back, avoiding his gaze.

This was the oppressive feeling of the ”Theory Emperor.”

He had dominated the grade’s top spot for three consecutive years, crushed Specially Appointed Instructors in simulated tactical exercises to the point of doubting life, and even corrected tactical loopholes in textbooks. Such a person, even if he didn’t Awaken, wouldn’t have a bad future.

Stepping onto the rostrum, a wave of heat washed over him.

The principal’s fat face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum:

”Su Yun, don’t be nervous. According to the potential test results, your Mental Energy value is off the charts, so you’re definitely a powerful magic-based core. As long as it’s not too obscure, the military’s special recruitment contract is waiting for you right here.”

The military observer next to him was a middle-aged man with two bars and three stars on his epaulets.

He sized up Su Yun, nodding with satisfaction.

”I am Zhao Gang Zhao Gang of the Falcon Legion. Su Yun, I’ve watched your simulated combat command footage. You kited a Level 25 ’Elite Minotaur’ to death with a team of Level 10 ’Militiamen’ without taking any damage. With such tactical proficiency, even if you Awaken as a Priest, I’ll still take you.”

”Do your best, and leave the rest to fate.”

Su Yun only replied with one sentence before placing his hand on the surface of the giant stone.

Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow.

This kid is interesting. Other students’ legs are shaking when they come up, but he looks like he’s just clocking in for work.

Buzz—!

The Class Transfer Origin Stone vibrated violently.

A deep, resonating sound, as if from the depths of the earth, rang out.

Immediately after, a strange grayish-brown light seeped out from within the stone, rapidly spreading along Su Yun’s arm and covering his entire body.

The light condensed, vaguely outlining a phantom totem pole engraved with scribbled runes above Su Yun’s head.

At the same time, a huge holographic panel unfolded in mid-air, with large, clear characters on it:

[Class: Totem Shaman (Mutated)]

[Initial Rating: S (Theoretical Value)]

[Trait: Mutated Class, possesses uniqueness.]

The entire venue was in an uproar.

”Holy crap? S-Rank? Shaman?”

”Isn’t Shaman a hidden class? I heard this thing has been extinct for many years!”

”Awesome! An S-Rank hidden class, isn’t he going to soar?”

The students erupted, saliva flying in envy and jealousy.

But the atmosphere on the rostrum was somewhat frozen.

The principal, who had been beaming, had his smile stiffen on his face.

And Zhao Gang Zhao Gang, who had placed high hopes on Su Yun, instantly furrowed his brow, stood up directly from his seat, and stared silently at a line of red remarks below the panel:

[Talent Restriction: Due to mutation, the energy circuit is solidified. All totem throwing and skill release ranges are forcibly locked to—a 5-meter radius around oneself. And cannot be improved through equipment, skills, or attribute points.]

5 meters.

Zhao Gang flopped back into his chair, his appreciation for talent instantly doused by this line of text.

”What a pity,” he sighed.

”How could it be a Mutated Shaman...” The principal awkwardly rubbed his hands, ”Zhao Gang Zhao, Shamans are also powerful supports, right? Once a totem is placed, the whole team gets buffs. This is also a strategic resource!”

”Old Li, don’t talk nonsense.” Zhao Gang lit a cigarette, ignoring that this was a school, and took a deep puff.

”Shamans are indeed strong, but the core is ’area coverage.’ Orthodox Shamans can cover several kilometers in the Late Stage, but this child... his path is dead-ended.”

”A 5-meter range, what does that mean? It means if he wants to buff his teammates, he has to stand right under their crotch. If he wants to place a ’trap totem’ to control monsters, he has to stick it right in the monster’s face.”

”The current front lines are all about beyond-visual-range strikes. Fireballs from two kilometers away, snipers from a thousand meters away. Even warriors charging have a displacement of twenty to thirty meters.”

”A support, even squishier than a mage, has to fight face-to-face within a 5-meter range?”

Zhao Gang shook his head and snuffed out his cigarette on the corner of the table.

”This is suicide. A powerful Demonic Beast’s sneeze travels farther than that. If he goes up, he’ll be gone before he can even plant the totem firmly.”

The students on the sports field gradually reacted as well.

Although they weren’t as professional as the military bigwigs, the number ”5 meters” was too intuitive.

Most students’ initial skill ranges were around 30 meters, and even melee classes had a charge distance starting at 10 meters.

”5 meters? My dog pees farther than that.”

Someone whispered quietly.

A suppressed burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, then quickly dissipated.

Everyone looked at each other.

A complex emotion arose in their hearts, watching a favored son of heaven instantly fall into the mud.

The former theoretical full-scorer, the tactical Genius, Awakened as a squishy support that had to fight in melee range?

One could only say that fate had played a dark humorous joke.

Su Yun stood on the stage, slowly retracting his hand.

He looked at his panel, his face not showing the collapse and tears or hysterical shouts of ”Don’t bully a young man for being poor” that everyone had expected.

He merely gently adjusted his slipping glasses, his finger imperceptibly pausing for a second on the temple, then his expression returned to calm.

”Classmate Su...” The principal opened his mouth, wanting to offer some comfort, but didn’t know what to say.

”I understand.”

Su Yun interrupted the awkwardness.

”Shaman class, restricted to a 5-meter range, ungrowable. According to Article 2, Chapter 3 of the ’Professional Evaluator Law,’ such a mutation is a negative mutation, with an evaluation value of E-Rank.”

He turned, politely said thank you, and then walked straight off the rostrum.

Zhao Gang watched the young man’s back and ultimately did not take out the special recruitment contract.

The military needed immediate combat power or potential stocks.

Not a mascot that required an entire reinforced platoon to protect just to plant a totem at its feet.

”If the range could be a hundred meters, I’d dare to specially recruit him into the military for training.”

Zhao Gang said regretfully to the principal, ”His mind is top-notch, but this class... it’s ruined.”

...

Back in the class line, the chubby boy hesitated, usually full of hot air, but now he was constipated.

”Old Su, well... actually 5 meters is okay. Later, we’ll team up, I’ll train as a Shield Guard, protect you right at my waist, and we can still fight.”

Su Yun glanced at him, uncharacteristically not being sarcastic.

”Thanks, but you’d better lose weight first, otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to squeeze into your protection circle.”

The school bell rang.

There was no melodramatic mockery or face-slapping; everyone was busy.

Busy celebrating, busy finding teams, busy contacting home to share good news.

Su Yun, the former Genius, was like an outdated reference book, casually shoved back to the bottom shelf, no longer given a second glance.

Walking out of the school gate, Su Yun walked home alone.

On the streets of the Capital City, holographic advertisements were broadcasting front-line victories, and images of giant mecha warriors crushing Demonic Beast heads made people’s blood boil.

Su Yun, however, only found it noisy.

His home was in the old district, a tenement building with some years on it.

All this way, his mind had actually been rapidly working, calmly conducting various tactical analyses.

5 meters.

If he wanted to survive under such extreme restrictions, conventional tactics would all have to be overthrown.

He could only rely on complex terrain for urban warfare, using corners to block line of sight, or setting traps on narrow, unavoidable paths to lure enemies deep.

But the fault tolerance was too low.

For a magic-based class lacking displacement and life-saving skills, once engaged in close combat, it was a dead end.

”Am I really going to switch to theoretical research?”

Although he could continue his studies at university, his class was already fixed, and his future seemed bleak.

Su Yun pushed open his front door, changed his shoes in the entryway, and tossed his books onto the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions.

In this life, he wasn’t an orphan; both parents were alive, the family was harmonious, and everything was pretty good, except for not having a younger sister.

”I wonder if it’s because my parents weren’t sacrificed that I’m so unremarkable in this life.”

Just as Su Yun closed his eyes with a hint of self-mockery.

The next moment.

The progress bar in his mind, which had been stuck at 99% for eighteen years since his Transmigration, finally moved its last bit.

[Ding—!]

[Detected Host has completed Class Awakening.]

[Detected Host’s Class Traits and System compatibility: 99.9%...]

[Territory is Domain System, loaded successfully.]

Su Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils slightly contracting in the darkness.

That’s right, as a Transmigrator, he also had a System.

But this thing had been like a frozen computer before, only reacting today.

”System, display panel.” Su Yun silently chanted in his mind.

Immediately, lines of light blue data streamed across his retina.

[Host: Su Yun]

[Class: Totem Shaman (Mutated)]

[Rank: 1]

[Spirit: 25 (Normal human limit is 10)]

[Physique: 8]

[Agility: 7]

[Class Skills:]

Shaman Totem (LV1): Summons a totem pole, applying different effects within its range depending on the totem.

Current casting cost: 10 Mana points.

Original range: Extends based on caster’s Mental Energy.

Current mutation restriction: 5 meters.]

Su Yun looked at the glaring 5 meters, expressionless.

If this System could only display a panel, then it was better to uninstall it early.

Just then, the panel suddenly shook.

A large amount of golden text, like molten iron, was forcibly poured onto the bottom of the attribute bar.

In an instant, golden light was dazzling!

[Detected Host’s Class defect, loading unique talent module...]

[Loading successful!]

[Acquired unique passive talent: Territory is Domain]

[Talent Description: Under heaven, there is no land that is not the king’s; within the borders of the land, there is no one who is not the king’s subject.]

[Effect Details: The judgment range of all your skills, auras, and totem effects will no longer be based on physical distance, but will be forcibly replaced by—the territorial domain of the current country.]

Su Yun froze.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, then put them back on and read it again.

The words hadn’t changed.

Every stroke glowed with golden light, exceptionally clear.

”The territorial domain of the current country...”

Su Yun murmured, quickly retrieving the geographical data of the ”Longxia Country” in this world from his mind.

Land area of about 9.6 million square kilometers.

Territorial sea area of about 3 million square kilometers.

Plus the airspace that hasn’t completely gone out of control...

Su Yun’s breathing paused for half a second.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. The smile grew wider and wider, finally becoming a somewhat neurotic grin.

The so-called ”locked 5-meter range” was nothing before the System’s great power.

”That means...”

Su Yun stood up, walked to the window in a few steps, and looked at the night view of the Capital City with its myriad lights outside the window.

”If I plant a Healing Totem in this living room right now...”

”Throughout the entire Longxia Country, whether it’s the sentries far away at the Desert Border, or the fleet patrolling the South China Sea, or even... the front-line regiments fighting valiantly in the Eastern Theater Command.”

”As long as they are judged as allies, they can receive my healing?”

The same logic.

If a ”Slow Totem” or ”Curse Totem” were placed within the national borders.

Then all hostile creatures that step into Longxia Country’s territory, even a mouse that just crawled out of a spatial rift, would instantly be afflicted with negative status effects, unable to move an inch?

What is an area-of-effect attack?

This is what an area-of-effect attack is!

What did that military observer Zhao Gang say?

”Modern warfare is about beyond-visual-range strikes.”

Su Yun looked out the window, the neon lights of distant buildings reflected in his glasses, his eyes bright.

”Zhao Gang Zhao is right, truth lies within the range.”

”And my range is the entire country!”