As the week passed, Xiao Yan graduated from Grade 3 Formations with flying colors. Remian qualified as a Class 6 Psionic on top of studying everything else he was interested in, especially Biotech. He even relented and dabbled a bit in magic and mana control. After a short converation with Xiao Yan who came to visit, he also took some time to study formations and arrays that she spoke about.

Then he dove into runes and inscriptions. Then he even tried to study Chaos Magic, but the many differing theories and schools on that were too confusing and he soon gave up. “I’m nowhere near ready for that!”

By the time two weeks were up and Remian’s sentence was fully served, Xiao Yan was about ready to take the tests for Grade 4 formations, and Remian himself was halfway to Class 7 as a Psionic.

As the Sentence was coming to an end, the Conglomerate Judge called the Corpoman privately. “Is it wise, sir? This man paid us only 20,000 Black, and we paid him salvage fees of 9,500 Black. This is