Sun Su Seung was going to college.

It is important to point out that Sun Su Seung did not think that he needed to go to college.

He had read all of the books in his library, which ranged from Principia Mathematica to Social Structures.

He knew more languages than most people could name, although he couldn’t speak any of them.

He was also the heir to one of the most wealthy corporations on the globe, or so his father said.

His father had never told him exactly what this corporation he was the heir to was, and even the internet was unable to help him.

All he knew was that whatever this corporation was, it was powerful enough that one couldn’t find out who owned it, or at least, not who really owned it.

This did not help his investigation very much.

His butler had gotten him his supplies for college, before Seung even knew that he was going.

This meant that Seung had not chosen classes for himself.

When he looked at the things assembled in his room, he noticed something odd.

He charged out of his room.

His room was attached to the library, so he would normally have had to go around the bookshelves to leave.

However, his bookshelves were somewhat smaller than most, and he vaulted over the first one, and landed on the second.

There wasn’t enough room to stand on the bookshelves, but he was able to jump from a crouching position across them with relative ease.

They were, after all, only a meter apart, and he had learned to run on four legs.

It occurred to him that he should have suffixed that with “in Royal Road.”

It also occurred to him that he shouldn’t technically be able to use skills he had gained from Royal Road in real life.

One could try, of course, but you don’t develop the actual muscles needed to do the tasks at hand, nor the guidance the system provided as you leveled up.

Nor the boosts to speed, or Seung would have somewhat farther by now.

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Seung’s capsule was special, in that it trained his muscles as he used it.

It was because of that that he was able to walk easily, let alone jump around at top speed over bookshelves.

He jumped off of the last bookshelf, and rolled into the hall over his shoulder.

That was something else he had learned from Royal Road.

“A shoulder roll is what you use if you want to break your fall. A forward roll is what you use if you want to break your back.”

He decided that he would visit Selana again once he gained some more levels. Maybe fifty, or even a hundred.

He realised that she might even give him more training.

Maybe two hundred.

He stood up at the end of his roll and began running.

He knew that his father would have chosen his major, even if Jeeves had decided on some of the individual classes.

As he reached the corner, he realised that there was a maid in the way.

He had always liked that maid.

One time she had threatened to kill him for acting entitled and complaining too much.

He realised later that she had a point. That was why he asked his father for the library.

To prevent a collision, he turned the other way, into the wall.

He jumped, and pushed off of that wall, and then pushed off the other wall, which was in the direction he had been going. He kept running without looking back, until he reached his father’s office.

“What is this?!” he yelled.

He had forgotten that in order to run across the bookshelves, he had put the paper in question in his mouth, and it fell out lamely onto his father’s desk.

It read “Major: Martial Arts”

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