The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

"This is too slow. Why are there so many lifestyle-related professions this year?"

In June, the capital city was sweltering with summer heat.

A solemn atmosphere filled the playground of the High School Affiliated to Peking University.

On the platform, the two-story-high "Job Change Stone" was buzzing and occasionally bursting out with a beam of colorful light, dazzling and eye-catching.

In the back row of the line, a short, stocky boy nudged the person in front of him with his elbow.

"Hey, Lao Su, do you think I could awaken a 'Berserker'? If that doesn't work, 'Heavy Shield Guard' will do too. I heard the front lines are in dire need of tanks right now, and there's a resettlement allowance and a permanent position if I change classes."

The boy standing in front of him seemed somewhat indifferent.

The boy was tall and straight, wearing a white school uniform shirt, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and holding a copy of "The Complete Illustrated Guide to All Races and Creatures - Revised Edition" in his hands.

Hearing this, he didn't turn around, his slender fingers expertly turning the corner of a page.

"Berserkers rely heavily on equipment. If you don't have the money to buy two A-grade battle axes, you'll just be delivering takeout to goblins. As for the Shield Guardian, given your bone density and body fat percentage, you're more likely to be a 'meatball' that's 'even less tough than a wild boar'."

Su Yun's voice was clear and melodious, and her tone was calm.

The short, fat man's lips twitched, but he wasn't angry; instead, he chuckled.

"That's still better than a regular job. I'm telling you, Su University's top student, today the whole school... no, the whole capital city's eyes are on you. You got a perfect score in the theory class. In the last hundred years, there's only been one prodigy like you. If you were to awaken a 'blacksmith' talent, tsk tsk, that would be hilarious."

Su Yun closed the book and adjusted her glasses.

blacksmith?

On this blue planet that has been data-driven for a century, the rift between races has torn the borders to shreds.

Although humanity has managed to maintain its foothold thanks to job changers, the annual death toll still stretches like a long, winding track on a playground.

What a nation needs is not blacksmiths, but war machines that can kill efficiently, or enable their comrades to kill more efficiently.

"Su Yun, Class 3, Senior 3!"

Suddenly, the voice of the head of the teaching department on the platform came through the loudspeaker.

The whispering crowd below fell silent instantly.

In a flash, everyone turned their heads in unison to face the third class.

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

The principal, who was standing next to him, even took out a handkerchief and frantically wiped the sweat from his balding forehead.

"Your turn." The short, fat man gave Su Yun a push. "Go on, show the brothers what you're made of."

Su Yun stepped out of the queue.

He walked at a moderate pace, quickly making his way through the crowd to the front row.

As he passed by a group of students, several top students who were usually arrogant and haughty instinctively shrank back to avoid his gaze.

This is the oppressive feeling of a "theory master".

Having topped the grade rankings for three consecutive years, and whose simulated tactical exercises left the specially appointed instructors questioning their existence, even correcting tactical flaws in the textbooks—this kind of person, even without a sudden awakening, is unlikely to have a bad future.

Stepping onto the stage, a wave of heat hits you.

The principal's chubby face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Su Yun, don't be nervous. According to the potential test we did before, your mental strength is off the charts, so you're definitely a magic-based core. As long as it's not too uncommon, a special recruitment contract from the military is waiting for you."

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

He looked Su Yun up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"I am Zhao Gang, Chief of Staff of the Falcon Legion. Su Yun, I have seen your simulated battle command video. You used a team of level 10 'Militia' to kite and kill a level 25 'Elite Minotaur' without taking any damage. With this level of tactical skill, I would want you even if you awakened a Priest."

"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 boulder.

Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow.

This kid's got something. While the other students' legs are shaking when they come up, he seems to be here just to clock out.

Om-!

The job-change gem trembled violently.

A deep, resonant sound, as if coming from the depths of the earth, resounded.

Immediately afterwards, a strange grayish-brown light seeped out from inside the stone and quickly spread throughout Su Yun's body along his arm.

The light gathered, and above Su Yun's head, a faint, illusory totem pole covered with scribbles appeared.

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

[Class: Totem Shaman (Mutated)]

[Initial rating: S (theoretical value)]

[Characteristic: A mutated profession, possessing uniqueness.]

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap? S-rank? Shaman?"

"Isn't shaman a hidden class? I heard it's been extinct for many years!"

"Wow, that's awesome! An S-rank hidden class, isn't this going to take off?"

The students erupted in excitement, their envious and jealous chatter flying everywhere.

But the atmosphere on the podium was somewhat tense.

The principal, who had been all smiles, froze on his face.

Chief of Staff Zhao Gang, who had high hopes for Su Yun, frowned instantly, stood up from his seat, and stared silently at a line of red notes below the panel:

[Talent Restriction: Due to mutation, the energy circulation is solidified, forcibly locking the range of all totem throwing and skill releases to a radius of 5 meters around the caster. This cannot be improved through equipment, skills, or attribute points.]

5 m.

Zhao Gang plopped back into his chair, his appreciation for talent instantly dampened by those words.

"What a pity," he sighed.

"How could it be a mutated shaman..." The principal rubbed his hands awkwardly. "Officer Zhao, shamans are considered powerful support characters, right? Planting a totem buffs the entire team; that's a strategic resource!"

"Old Li, don't lie through your teeth." Zhao Gang lit a cigarette, not caring that he was at school, and took a deep drag.

"Shamans are indeed powerful, but the core is 'territorial coverage.' Orthodox shamans can cover several kilometers in the later stages, but this kid... has gone down the wrong path."

"A 5-meter range, what does that mean? It means that if he wants to buff his teammates, he has to stand right under their crotches. If he wants to place a 'trap totem' to control monsters, he has to place it right in front of the monsters."

"The front lines are now entirely engaged in beyond-visual-range combat. Fireballs two kilometers away, snipers a kilometer away. Even soldiers charging forward have to make a 20-30 meter displacement."

"A support character who's even squishier than a mage is supposed to fight at point-blank range within 5 meters?"

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

"That's suicide. A powerful monster's sneeze can travel farther than that. He went up there, and before he could even plant the pillar securely, he was gone."

The students on the playground gradually realized what was happening.

Although they are not as professional as the military leaders, the number "5 meters" is just too intuitive.

Most students' initial skill range is around 30 meters, and even melee classes have a charge distance starting at 10 meters.

"5 meters? My dog ​​runs farther than that when he pees."

Someone muttered something under their breath.

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

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

A complex emotion welled up in my heart as I watched a once-proud prodigy fall into the mire.

A former genius with perfect theoretical scores and tactical acumen has awakened a fragile support hero who must engage in close-quarters combat?

All I can say is that God played a dark joke on us.

Su Yun stood on the stage and slowly withdrew her hand.

He looked at his panel, but his face did not show the breakdown and crying that everyone had expected, or the hysterical shouting of "Don't underestimate a young man's potential."

He simply straightened the slipping frame, his fingers pausing almost imperceptibly on the temple for a second before his expression returned to calm.

"Student Su..." The principal opened his mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know what to say.

"I see."

Su Yun interrupted the awkward situation.

"The Shaman profession is limited to a range of 5 meters and cannot grow. According to Article 2 of Chapter 3 of the Professional Evaluation Law, this type of mutation is a negative mutation and its evaluation value is grade E."

He turned around, politely said thank you, and then walked straight down from the stage.

Zhao Gang watched the boy's retreating figure, but ultimately did not take out the special recruitment contract.

The military wants either immediate combat capability or potential talent.

It's not a mascot that requires an entire reinforced platoon to protect before you can even put a totem at its feet.

"If the range were a hundred meters, I would dare to specially recruit him into the military for training."

Zhao Gang said regretfully to the principal, "He has a top-notch brain, but this profession... is a waste."

……

Back in the class line, the short, chubby boy hesitated, his usual talkative nature gone, as if he were constipated.

"Old Su, um... actually 5 meters is also acceptable. In the future, let's team up. I'll train as a shield guard and keep you in my belt. We can still fight."

Su Yun glanced at him, unusually refraining from being sarcastic.

"Thanks, but you'd better lose weight first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze into your protective circle."

The school bell rang.

There weren't any dramatic moments of mockery or face-slapping; everyone was busy.

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

Su Yun, this former genius, is like an expired reference book, casually stuffed back into the bottom shelf, never to be glanced at again.

After leaving the school gate, Su Yun walked home alone.

On the streets of the capital, holographic projections were playing reports of victories from the front lines, with images of giant mech warriors crushing the heads of monsters sending shivers down viewers' spines.

Su Yun, however, only found it noisy.

His home is in the old town, in a somewhat old tenement building.

Throughout the journey, his mind was racing, calmly conducting various tactical simulations.

5 m.

To survive under such extreme constraints, all conventional tactics must be overturned.

They can only rely on complex terrain to fight in urban warfare, using corners to block line of sight, or setting traps on narrow, necessary routes to lure the enemy in.

But the margin for error is too low.

For a magic-based class that lacks mobility and survival skills, being caught in close combat is a death sentence.

"Does this really mean I should switch careers and become a theoretical researcher?"

Although I can still pursue further studies at university, my career options are already limited, and I feel like my future is bleak.

Su Yun pushed open the door, changed her shoes in the entryway, threw the book on the sofa, and sank into the soft cushion.

In this life, he was not an orphan. He had both parents and a harmonious family. Except for not having a younger sister, everything was pretty good.

"I don't know if it's because my parents didn't perform the sacrificial ceremony to heaven that I'm so ordinary in this life."

Just as Su Yun closed his eyes with a self-deprecating smile.

next moment.

For the past eighteen years, his mind had been stuck at 99% progress, and he finally made the final move.

【bite--!】

[Host has completed professional awakening.]

[Host's professional characteristics are 99.9% compatible with the system...]

[The "Territory as Territory" system has finished loading.]

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

That's right, as a time traveler, he also has a system.

But this thing used to be like it was frozen, and it only started responding today.

"System, display panel," Su Yun silently recited in his mind.

Instantly, lines of pale blue data streamed across his retina.

[Host: Su Yun]

[Class: Totem Shaman (Mutated)]

[Level: 1]

[Mental Strength: 25 (The normal human limit is 10)]

[Physical Fitness: 8]

[Agility: 7]

Professional Skills:

Shaman Totem (LV1): Summons a totem pole, which applies different effects within the area depending on the totem.

Current spell cost: 10 mana.

Original range: Based on the caster's mental power.

Current mutation limit: 5 meters.

Su Yun stared blankly at the blinding 5 meters.

If this system can only display a panel, then you should uninstall it as soon as possible.

Just then, the panel suddenly vibrated.

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

In an instant, the golden light was dazzling!

[Host class defect detected. Loading unique talent module...]

[Loading successful!]

[Gain unique passive talent: Land is territory]

[Talent Description: Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the land, all people are subjects of the king.]

[Effect Details: The hitbox for all your skills, auras, and totem effects will no longer be based on physical distance, but will instead be forcibly changed to the territory of your current country.]

Su Yun was stunned.

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

The words haven't changed.

Every stroke gleamed with golden light and was exceptionally clear.

"The territory and borders of the country where you are currently located..."

Su Yun muttered to himself, quickly retrieving geographical data about the "Dragon Xia Kingdom" in this world from his mind.

Its land area is approximately 960 million square kilometers.

Its territorial waters cover an area of ​​approximately 300 million square kilometers.

In addition, there is airspace that is not completely 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, eventually becoming a somewhat neurotic grin.

The so-called "locking down a 5-meter range" is nothing more than this in the face of the system's immense power.

"In other words..."

Su Yun stood up, walked a few steps to the window, and looked at the night view of the capital city with its myriad lights.

"I'm now inserting a healing totem into this living room..."

"Throughout the entire Longxia Kingdom, whether it's the sentries far away on the northern border, the fleet patrolling the South China Sea, or even... the front-line regiments fighting bloody battles in the Eastern Theater Command."

"So, as long as they're considered friendly forces, they can get my benefits?"

The same logic applies.

If you place a "slowing totem" or a "curse totem" inside the border.

Then any hostile creature that steps into the territory of the Dragon Xia Kingdom, even a rat that has just crawled out of a spacetime rift, will instantly be afflicted with a negative status and unable to move an inch.

What is meant by "map-based attacks"?

That's what you call a map-wide attack!

What did that military observer Zhao Gang say again?

"Modern warfare is beyond-visual-range combat."

Su Yun looked out the window, her eyes bright as she reflected the neon lights of distant buildings through her glasses.

"Chief of Staff Zhao is right; the truth lies within the scope of this matter."

"And my scope is the entire country!"