In the upcoming days, Adam did everything he could that would earn him EXP points. He pushed each body fitness quest the system gave him, sometimes going overboard and exceeding the limit of what the system had asked him to do. He eventually obtained 2 passive level 1 skills, the first one being stealth, which allows him to dampen the sound of his footsteps, but the system had explained to him that if he level up the skill, it’s application can be changed.The second one was a distortion skill that changes his face according to his wish.Today, Adam decided to visit the Skyview Museum, an entertainment and relaxation facility on Arc Aegis that preserves the history of humanity, with displays of ancient artefacts and paintings from a long-lost era.Although Adam was quite interested in the relics of the past, the main attraction that brought him to the place was the large viewing station of the Museum that showed a live view of the sky below them.The facility had served as the only ent

Adam pressed his back against the cold metal wall of the dormitory corridor, his breath still ragged from the night's escape. His uniform was scuffed, dirt clinging to his boots from the restricted sector he'd barely managed to flee. Even now, as he stood outside the entrance to his shared room, the echoes of Arc Aegis' patrol guards barking orders still rang in his ears.He'd been on the run for hours, evading detection after being forced into the penalty survival mission. The system had thrust him into a brutal test on the harsh surface of the planet that was dominated by extremely dangerous beasts, a trial where the only outcome was survival or death. And yet, here he was, a survivor.His fingers trembled as he placed them on the access panel of his dorm room. A soft beep signalled the door unlocking, and as he stepped inside, he exhaled a breath of relief.The dormitory was silent, his arrogant Ascendant roommates were deep in their slumber.Adam sighed in relief, dropping onto hi

The atmosphere in Arc Aegis had shifted overnight. Tension and excitement buzzed through the corridors like a living storm. In a vast, purpose-built arena district specially designated for the Inter-Base Military Tournament, recruits from all over the Arcs had been gathered to witness the ultimate test of skill and strength.None of the competitors could hide the anticipation in their eyes. Every recruit knew that this was an opportunity to etch their names into the history of the Arc.On the marble-floored central plaza of the tournament area, Base 7’s team assembled in neat formation. Military officers in dark, imposing uniforms barked final instructions. Amid the throng, Adam stood with his sister Eve at his side.Alec Rho, one of the ten members of Base 7 and the team’s specialist shield bearer, flexed his arms as he prepared himself mentally. His Ascendant-class training had honed his ability to manifest an energy shield in combat, and today, he was determined to prove that his sk

Her opponent was none other than Aldric Valmont, a renowned Pure fighter whose reputation for impeccable technique and strategic brilliance was widely celebrated on Arc Aegis. Aldric’s presence exuded an aura of superiority; his silver hair and icy blue eyes marked him as one of the elites. As he strode confidently into the center of the arena, the tension in the air thickened to an almost unbearable density. When Aldric looked into Eve’s eyes, he was even more shocked to see they were blue.“Cadets, prepare yourselves,” the announcer intoned. “Let the battle commence!” he shouted.The signal rang clear, and the duel began. Aldric advanced with a series of precise, calculated strikes, each movement carried the impact of the years of disciplined training he had gone through. His weapon—a gleaming, intricately designed energy blade—sliced through the air with deadly precision, a blur of silver aimed directly at his opponent.But Eve was no novice to combat. Despite the stigma attached t

Adam’s heart hammered in his chest as he stepped forward into the center of the arena. His mind raced with memories of every sneer, every jeer directed at him, every moment when he was forced to crawl from the gutter.Now, before him, stood the embodiment of everything he had fought against. Lucius Draven’s silhouette emerged at the far end of the arena—a figure shrouded in dark armor and an aura of cold brutality. His every movement exuded lethal precision, his eyes glinting with the promise of pain.As the countdown began, “Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”—Adam’s system interface flashed in his mind. His muscles tensed, his focus narrowed, and for the first time, the scars of his past became a distant memory—replaced by the burning desire to rewrite destiny.The arena erupted into chaos as the match commenced. Lucius advanced with a speed and ferocity that belied his legendary status, his every step a calculated strike against the very notion of mercy, looking for opening to deal devas