The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 229 Battle Situation
"What are you doing here? Don't come any closer! Can you go back to your seat? Nobody is welcome here except the administrators. Don't force me to complain to the principal, or you'll regret it..." Someone in the control room looked at the person who had suddenly appeared in the control room like a ghost and couldn't help but tremble. But as if to maintain his last bit of dignity, he straightened his back and told the other person that he was not afraid.

Stark glanced at him and took another step closer to the control panel.

Seeing the other person's obvious attempt to intervene, Nieder instinctively tried to stop him, but was frozen in place by the cold, icy gaze directed at him. This man is terrifying…

No, no, he's the chief designer, this is his territory, how can we be afraid of this man like this? We need to quickly think of a way to get rid of him.

"you--"

“This screen… zoom in and take a look.” Ignoring Dennis’s blustering but ultimately weak threat, the man accurately found the one he wanted among hundreds of split screens and suddenly spoke up.

Denis was taken aback by the sudden question: ?

The other person patiently repeated the instructions, but made no attempt to approach the control panel any further. Denise then realized that the person's earlier approach was likely just a quicker way to find the image they were looking for.

Who is this person? ...Ignoring everything else, they come to the control panel and threaten the chief designer. Aren't they afraid he'll complain to the school?

Hmm, judging by his uniform, he's definitely a roughneck from the combat unit. I'm sure he'll complain to the first-year students later. And what's the commander-in-chief doing? Didn't he send people to guard this area? How come this guy seems to ignore everything and move around like he's in an empty place?

However, Denis eventually gave in. Fine, fine, let him watch if he wants. These individual soldiers always have their flaws. As long as they don't break the rules, what's wrong with tolerating it a little longer?
Dennis watched the other person's movements like a thief, trying to prevent him from suddenly touching the buttons on the control panel. But his worries were probably in vain; the other person focused entirely on the slightly magnified wide-angle screen in the upper left corner as soon as he saw it, not sparing a glance at the control panel.

Denis instantly felt the icy, suffocating feeling that had been surrounding him vanish as if it had never existed, leaving him feeling completely relaxed.

He's someone who doesn't learn his lesson easily. Although I felt fear towards this man, I couldn't help but feel a bit curious as to why he was here. Was it just to ask for a larger screen to show him?
Denis: ...

He now finally understood why this person had blocked his door earlier; it turned out it was because he had poked the person's precious student.

Dennis had actually been here before and recognized the man. Moreover, because of his incredible maneuvering at the supply depot, he'd received a severe dressing-down from the other man.

Denis knew the other party was there for one of the kids in that squad, but he wasn't quite sure which one—it certainly wasn't the one surnamed Zhou. Now he seemed to know who it was.

"Are you Captain Stark of the Eighth Legion?" Denis quickly recognized him and accurately identified the other person.

Stark did not deny it.

So it was this person. Sigh, it's quite a coincidence that all this commotion has ended up involving his own colleague.

The Eighth Legion was located behind Beska Intermediate Academy, so most of the teachers there naturally came from that legion. Only a small number were sent there to teach for different reasons or on special assignments.

However, even a large legion is divided into factions, and not everyone in the legion can know each other and work together. It depends on their direct superior. And coincidentally, Stark, Nerch, and Denis all have the same direct superior, so the three of them are naturally considered to be colleagues in the same faction.

Denis was an office worker, and because he wasn't officially employed, he rarely had the chance to meet Stark, so he naturally didn't recognize him. However, he did know that a captain named Stark was a class advisor for first-year students at Besca Intermediate Academy, and considering the information on the top student, he was able to match the names together and recognize the man.

It seems his plan to complain to the principal is doomed. Denis wouldn't dare mess with him, would he? Besides, they're all on the same side; what kind of scene would it be if they turned on each other…

"You're here for this child? Don't worry, her leg shouldn't be injured. As long as there's no further damage, she'll recover quickly." Denis could tell at a glance that he was assessing something.

Stark's gaze silently fell on Denis, who was chuckling dryly. He didn't say a word, which made Stark break out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself... This guy is really scary. He's even scarier than the rumors say.

He quickly changed the subject: "These kids are really good at causing trouble. They can make things up out of thin air. Just looking at this little team is enough... I really swear I won't do anything sneaky again. I... I just wanted to train them, so please stop watching me."

"Hey, hey, you're done reading? Why don't you stay a little longer? Actually, you could..." But the other person disappeared like a gust of wind in the blink of an eye, without even turning around, giving Denise no chance to get close to him.

"...It seems they're just here for a medical examination." Denis said thoughtfully.

The screen in the control room is different from the one outside; it has a wide viewing angle and high resolution. The other party probably came to the back to check it out because they were not comfortable with it.

"Didn't he just calculate that I wouldn't complain about him? No wonder he became that confidant, he's really cunning." Denis couldn't help but mutter, "I was originally thinking of reminding him, to see if I could do him a favor, since the Mayes family is secretly backing him anyway. Now that he's run away so fast, who can I talk to? Oh well, I can only proceed as planned. Don't blame me for being ruthless later."

He stared at the four-person team that remained in place to recover from their injuries, then smiled as if he had thought of something, before restoring the screen to its original size.

After determining the status of each participant, he looked at the overall data panel in the lower right corner.

With 10 hours and 3 minutes remaining in the competition, only 332 participants remained in the military-related professional competition. There were 51 official teams, 21 temporary teams of varying sizes, and 27 individual participants.

The top-ranked individual is Jiang Hui from the Combat Individual Soldier Class 1, with a total score of 492, currently in the temporary squad T186. Second place goes to Alec Holly from the Combat Individual Soldier Class, with 342 points, in the official squad R256. Third place is Clarence from the Combat Individual Soldier Class 2, with 296 points, currently without a squad.

These are the top three in the overall standings. The situation is clear, and the results will be announced soon, as there aren't many participants left in the competition, leaving them with little room for maneuver.

However, Denis wouldn't let the result solidify so easily. The match was only a third of the way through; how could it end so quickly? Wouldn't that be unworthy of his reputation as a genius?

The next phase is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)