Chapter 9: with translation of chapter title

Alliance University

Fu Guang looked it over from top to bottom, this Federation's first school, Alliance University.

Alliance University is an independent planet near the Capital Star; the entire planet is under Alliance University's jurisdiction, possessing a certain degree of autonomy, and belongs to the military department.

The segment where the hovercar was traveling should have been a no-fly zone, but hovercars belonging to the White Tower are not among the restricted; they passed the long checkpoint and went straight ahead, the sky vast and wide, the view able to see extremely far.

Fu Guang observed that the Starship docking area and the school gate are at least ten thousand meters apart; each zone has different seasons, not to mention the Xue Yuan's B-rank to S-rank aberrant beasts roaming freely—is this the Sentinel?

A little warm-up for enrollment?

Over the past two days, Fu Guang gathered much information about this era, focusing her understanding on the Alliance University where she will stay for a period.

Alliance University is the cradle of the military; since its establishment a thousand years ago, it has produced five legion commanders, countless officers of all ranks, and the strongest individual soldiers.

Admission is from ages fifteen to fifty; anyone who can pass the ten-thousand-meter corridor is considered a freshman; the school maintains a strict merit system, and combat department students ranked low will be assigned to other colleges.

Points within the school are the most important, and also an indispensable part for them to obtain permission within the school.

Moreover, the most important point is that students uniformly graduate at age fifty, meaning there are many S-rank Sentinels already serving in the military here.

Although S-rank Sentinels are rare, the vastness of space always brings forth geniuses that leave others in the dust.

Fu Guang noticed that passing Sentinels are all at least 1.8 meters tall, with sand rising and fierce battles against aberrant beasts; they wear identical uniforms, rarely act in groups, and generally only one person appears within a certain distance.

Upon hearing the hovercar pass, the Sentinels stopped what they were doing, lifted their heads, and fixed their gaze on the pure-white hovercar as it streaked across the sky.

The bloodthirsty intent in their eyes faded, replaced by an unhidden interest welling up from within, like a new hunt.

Some even eagerly wanted to leap onto the hovercar.

All the "students" of Alliance University know that the White Tower will send a guide here.

When someone slightly squatted, preparing to rush forward, the person beside him, who seemed very familiar with his temperament, firmly pressed him down.

"Bai Gao, the Captain ordered that you must be held down."

A man with elf-like green eyes pressed his arm hard onto the shoulder of the high‑ponytailed boy, leaning close to his ear and smirking wickedly as he said

"The Captain has already advanced to S-rank; you wouldn't want to be beaten so badly that you don't see the guide for a week, would you?"

Bai Gao's silver pupils flickered slightly as he straightened his body, "Fine, fine, but Lang‑ge, aren't you curious what the new guide looks like?"

"I heard she's a woman." Bai Gao turned his head and followed the hovercar; with extreme speed he darted a few times and caught up to the high‑speed hovercar.

"Ha, the direction looks like the S‑rank villa area." Bai Gao followed, then suddenly smiled, his tiger teeth sharp, the smile at the corner of his mouth ill‑intentioned.

……

The White Tower staff member beside him had a very grim expression.

Originally, Yujin and Qingfeng had planned to come see him off personally, but the front lines were tense, and the two had already hurriedly boarded a Starship two days earlier to go to the front.

As a result, the White Tower lacking an S‑rank guide to hold down the fort, the military started pulling tricks.

Fu Guang, meanwhile, silently analyzed the military's various moves, trying to discern their meaning, while also defining her current situation.

"We're also doing this for the guide's safety," the reception‑man said, maintaining an official smile.

"The Xue Yuan assigns dorms by rank; those below A‑rank share four‑person rooms, while A‑rank individuals have separate rooms but only partitions, and the whole building is filled with Sentinels."

He seemed a bit embarrassed, yet his smile held a provocation as he said, "Also, we can't let the guide stay together with the Sentinels, can we?"

"After thinking it over, the school considers the S‑rank Sentinel side the safest."

"Besides, they're all villa districts, each built five hundred meters apart, so no one will disturb them."

"Has the military agreed?" Yun Xiao asked, biting her teeth and cutting straight to the point.

"Of course, this is just procedure." The man chuckled, sending the documents to Yun Xiao with an air of assured victory.

"Moreover..." He glanced at the silent Fu Guang, thinking to himself, a worthless guide from a backwater planet—does she really think she's useful?

He spoke without good intent, his eyes openly contemptuous: "No matter how you say it, she's only D‑rank, and S‑rank Sentinels have their own pride."

Those words were practically a slap to Fu Guang's face.

Yun Xiao's hands trembled with anger, until a cool hand from beside her grasped hers.

"Was what you just said also the military's intention?" the girl asked in a calm, doubtful tone.

She wasn't provoked by such trash talk; she merely found it a bit funny.

"Of course it is…… not……" the man exclaimed, startled by Fu Guang's sudden challenge.

"Is it, or isn't it?" Fu Guang pressed step by step. "I suppose I really can't accomplish much; maybe I should just return to the White Tower."

"This this this," the man looked at the silver‑haired girl standing silently aside, thinking she was an easy‑to‑bully soft persimmon.

Bullying a soft persimmon is fine, but this is clearly not a soft persimmon.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead; if he said yes, he couldn't withstand the military's wrath; if he said no, he himself could barely protect himself.

Disdaining the guide, the White Tower would blacklist him—then he'd be finished.

Fu Guang stopped looking at him, turned to the side, and said to a tree, "Classmate, can I ask the school to change the liaison?"

"Of course." Bai Gao walked forward with a smile, his silver eyes fixed unblinkingly on the beautiful guide.

"No." The man was an A‑rank Sentinel, but having long enjoyed privileged treatment, with the military's purifier never lacking for him, he had come to look down on low‑rank guides, and he reached out to grab Fu Guang.

Bang.

Bai Gao retracted his leg, the high ponytail swaying behind him.

Fu Guang pulled her hand back from her waist.

The boy suddenly flashed a smile at Fu Guang, "Sister, what's your name?"

Fu Guang also put on a gentle smile, answering his knowing question, "If we're destined to meet again, I'll tell you then."

Fu Guang took two steps toward the newly arrived hovercar; tears instantly filled her eyes, she made no sound, only crystal‑clear tears streaming down her fair cheeks.

The hurriedly arriving military‑uniformed man was instantly dumbfounded, wondering if that idiot's brain had been gnawed by alien species.

Within the guide corps, protecting shortcomings to the extreme has always been the norm; even if you have opinions, don't show them openly, you fool.

He hastily waved his hand, telling the on‑looker Bai Gao, who loved a spectacle, to step back, then he himself hurried two steps to stand before the guide.

Yun Xiao also did not disappoint Fu Guang's expectations; she spoke righteously: "I will truthfully report all the actions of the Alliance School to the White Tower, with this video as proof."

The man in military uniform once again fiercely cursed an idiot in his heart.

He was about to apologize when he saw the guide's tears on their face—just saying "no" and they were gone.

I want the best villa; security must be maxed out, and the authority must be transferred to me.

He heard the guide's demands in an instant, gritted his teeth, the S-best villa has always been the residence of the Sentinel Chief, while the chief of Alliance University has always been the reserve of the Legion Commander.

But now he cannot but agree.

The clash between the Military Department and the White Tower is not something a minor role can intervene in; besides, does the guide know which villa is the best?

Oh, right, I want the Sentinel Chief's villa.

Fu Guang, ignoring the man's astonishment, continued

I also want an Alliance University student ID, just like the Sentinel's.

After all, I'm also a student of Alliance University and want to fit in with the group—that's not too much, right?

Having come this far, with the thought of not wasting the trip, we might as well make good use of Alliance University's resources—Fu Guang's smile grew ever more radiant.