Chapter 249: At a Different Level

Everything had been arranged in order, and all Cillin needed to do was to move his legs. The gathering place was on another planet; an inconspicuous satellite among many other satellites.

“We’re heading out again not long after we arrived? There’s not even time to take a rest.” The gray cat complained. At first it wanted to visit Boa and King Kong, but it didn’t expect to be sent away on a mission before they even found their footing. Didn’t Chang Three and Chang Four say that students should prioritize their studies? So why were the affiliated schools completely different?

Cillin scratched the gray cat’s chin. “It’s not a bad thing; at the very least it’ll give the others some time to prepare. Remember that the imperial star region is the one emperor and three kings’ indisputable territory. If an unavoidable conflict were to break out then you and I won’t be able to escape.”

The gray cat flicked its ears. “Cillin, how on earth are you related to the Gen Family? I’ve checked, and I know that you’re not related by blood. But why do they keep coming back to you?”

“... It’s a long story.” It was the only way Cillin could describe it.

“Alright, if it’s too long then never mind.” The gray cat narrowed its eyes and began to doze off.

The satellite was even smaller than the planet where the preparatory campus was, but it seemed just as important judging from the quality if its buildings and equipment.

The spaceplane descended beside a tall, round-shaped building. The building was the gathering place Cillin was supposed to attend.

After Cillin passed over the student ID Guan Feng gave him for inspection, the main door opened to admit Cillin and the gray cat. The interior of the building was mostly metallic in color, and somewhat dull-looking. However, Cillin could sense a great amount of firepower behind these walls that would act upon any intruders at first notice.

Every hallway door had a sign on it; a sign that didn’t belong to anyone of the affiliated schools. It was the sign of the Royal Academy of Sciences, which also meant that the owner of this building was a member of the RAS.

*from now on “RAS” is the short form for Royal Academy of Sciences

“An AI controlled building, very powerful equipment and a refined surveillance and security system that can deal with any situation that can arise*. Not bad.” The gray cat assessed.

*trying something new here. Literally, the text should be: “... a refined scanning system to deal with any potential situations.”

Cillin flicked the restless fellow on his shoulder before taking an elevator to the tenth floor. After waving his student ID in front of a scanner, the meeting room’s door opened to admit his entry.

The first thing that entered his vision was the dozen or so people sitting around a round table. Most of these people were AF1 and AF2 students who had responded positively to the mission invite just like Cillin. Besides that, there were also some people who wore a badge that represented the RAS.

“Oh, you’re here Cillin. Take a seat quickly. We’re just about to begin, so you’re right on time,” A member of the RAS said.

Cillin nodded politely before he sat down on an empty chair. Beside him, the guy who was taking a nap scratched his hair once before he looked up and shot a glance at Cillin.

“Eh? You’ve come as well?!”

The student who just woke up from his nap was none other than his former housemate, Walley.

Walley was here because his teacher, the guy who owed him money and acted all righteous about it had kicked him over to this place in the name of ‘pre-school training’. Walley had been extremely reluctant to comply because he was a lazy man to begin with and his goal was very different from most of the people around here. He didn’t want wealth and fame; all he wanted was a full stomach. He didn’t want outstanding military achievements; all he wanted was stability and peace. He was the kind of guy who would rather listen to old pedants passionately talking about seemingly profound things that no one was actually able to understand while leaking spittle all over the place than lead a life of travel, much less exit the school gates to accomplish a mission.

If the old bastard hadn’t paid him a handsome wage, he wouldn’t have taken a single step out of the door even if he was beaten to death as a result. He had arrived here earlier than most, but it wasn’t like he knew anyone in the meeting room anyway. Most of them were previous term students, and the only thing he heard so far was the students boasting about their glor