The Battle Queen Came Back with Her Husbands (Joanna) novel Chapter 352

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Chapter 352 The Weight Of A Soul

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For other universities without elite framing divisions, admission required only Level to Their curriculum revolved around Level 10 15 Common to Difficult dungeons.

By senior year, the disparity between them and Dine and Demonic Academy was like heaven and earth.

Joanna Lane had earned 130,000 credits in her first semester alone. This semester, she was skipping grades grinding through three semesters‘ curriculum at once. Even with a month devoted to team training, she had accumulated 190,000 credits this term.

Total: 320,000 credits. What did that translate to in Contribution Score to the Space Alliance?

Moreover, she held a terrifying trump card.

Of course, Don had his advantages and lucky breaks.

After graduating, Don–majoring in Public Dungeon Studies–hit Level 40. He served as a garrison soldier at a high–risk public battlefield.

Five years later, during a chaotic, decisive battle among Mythic–level professionals, he obtained a flesh fragment from a Mythic–tier Broodmother.

Passive Trait: Hyper–Fertility (Divine Rank)

With this heaven–defying trait, Don’s summoned beasts began to breed at a horrifying rate.

Combined with top–tier Summoner talents like Superior Growth (S Rank), some of his newborns could join the fray as cannon fodder within just two hours.

If he wished, he could raise an army of 100,000 summons in two or three days. No dungeon could withstand such a tide.

But this playstyle required astronomical amounts of money.

In the current climate of the Space Alliance, one should never play a Summoner without deep pockets. Don’s parents were professionals and had supported him as best they could, but after graduation, they could no longer sustain the burden. Don had to fund his own legion.

Left with no choice, he began working side jobs–first as a tutor, then indirectly selling summoning array materials, charging extra fees under the guise of helping students stabilize their arrays.

Gradually, he scaled this market until he founded the Titan Group.

It took Don twelve years from graduation to the founding of the group, followed by twenty years of glory.

During those twenty years, as far as Joanna knew, Don had not cleared many dungeons or hunted monsters personally. Instead he had “purchased” his strength using wealth.

After graduation, a professional gains experience not just through combat, but through “life” and “technical” roles.

A Level 90 garrison soldier and a Level 90 CEO–or a Level 90 Master Alchemist or Blacksmith–possess completely different combat capabilities.

All contribute to the Space Alliance, but the calculation method for that contribution is hidden.

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Chapter 352 The Weight of Soul

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Jeanna was gambling.

She was betting that the 220,000 credits she earned at the Academy outweighed the contribution Don had made over 37 years as a

CEO.

Some believe that being an entrepreneur and providing jobs is a contribution.

In reality, while providing jobs, an entrepreneur also hoards resources, drawing them toward themselves to increase their own power; they are also predators.

One cannot judge a contribution solely by social utility.

However, personal participation in combat, clearing countless dungeons, and slaying monsters from public dungeon incursions- these contributions are indisputable.

At that moment, the Chief judicator spoke again.

“Do both parties recognize this method? Any objections?”

“No abjections,” Joanna answered calmly.

“Haha, I have no objections either!” Don was brimming with confidence.

The Chief judicator submitted Joanna’s request to the system for auditing.

The previous audit had ended in one minute.

This time, the silence stretched out.

After three minutes, Don’s brow furrowed.

After five minutes, he became visibly restless.

By the seven–minute mark, his face had turned pale, and his gaze toward Joanna was filled with suspicion and unease. He began to wonder if she truly held a hidden ace.

“Chief judicator, why is it taking so long?” he demanded.

The Chief judicator was also surprised, but he had the authority to monitor the progress.

He sent a query through his interface, and his expression shifted instantly.

A man hardened by a thousand trials–calm even if the sky fell–showed a flicker of real shock.

“Wait. The Space Alliance System is currently aggregating student Joanna Lane’s contribution points. It is nearly complete.” Finally, at the ten–minute mark, the verdict arrived.

It was transmitted to everyone in the courtroom–the judge, the plaintiffs, the defendant, the victims, and the gallery.

In the next heartbeat, Don’s sky–shaking roar erupted. “No way in hell!!!”

Hum-!

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