The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 630 Melee (Part )

The group hurried in the direction they were moving, and soon they saw a faint white light ahead, shining through the layers of trees and sending some kind of signal to those around them.

The members behind wanted to rush over to see, but were naturally stopped by the two leaders.

The others were confused. They didn't understand why their leader wouldn't let them go up when they had clearly noticed something unusual. Could it be... a trap?
The two who were arguing just moments ago now seemed perfectly in sync. It wasn't necessarily a trick, but there were so many mantises waiting to catch the cicada that even they, the orioles, dared not show themselves easily.

Indeed, how could such a disturbance be seen only by them? It's likely that people in the vicinity have been drawn over. This must be the purpose of the examination organizers—to create such a commotion to attract everyone to compete for something.

Both were high-potential spiritual awakeners, their perception far surpassing that of ordinary awakeners. Even before arriving here, they sensed hundreds, if not thousands, of different auras emanating from Lin Jing, simultaneously heading in the same direction as them. These were all participants in this exercise, numbering at least a hundred.

If they go out immediately, they will inevitably be drawn into this struggle.

It's not that they're afraid, but the risk is just too great; they still...

"Look, that's a mecha?!" Suddenly they heard a roar.

The nerve in my head snapped instantly; all analysis became irrelevant. What was I hesitating for? Should I just grab it? Was I supposed to wait and scavenge for scraps?
In a place devoid of even decent weapons, mechs are practically guaranteed to win. Whether they can even get into the inner circle is irrelevant—if they can manage to steal a mech.

At this moment, everyone's eyes gleamed with shrewdness. They didn't need to wait for their leader to speak, nor were they worried that this was actually someone's conspiracy.

Whether it's scheming or not doesn't matter; what matters is the mecha.

Are they going to steal the mechs now? No, they're their guarantee of winning the second half and getting into their dream college. No one can resist such a temptation.

Even the so-called "leader" is just someone temporarily chosen by a group of unfamiliar people. Among them are many ambitious people, but they are unable to rise to the top due to their own abilities and lack of opportunity.

But if they could get their hands on that thing, as long as they could get two... no, just one, anyone could become the leader. At that point, it wouldn't matter who their former leader was or whose subordinates they had been.

Who wouldn't want to experience what it's like to wield absolute power?

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Imperial First Military Academy
In a teaching hall that was quite different from the other two equally prestigious campuses, a group of teachers, all dressed in military uniforms, sat neatly on either side of the conference table.

The scene was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

However, no one in the room seemed to find it strange, or rather, they were all used to it.

At the head of the table sat an elderly man with a clean-shaven white beard. Unlike the young teachers below, he was not dressed in a neat military uniform. However, his bright eyes hinted at his youthful vigor, suggesting that he must have been a valiant general who fought on the battlefield in his youth.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was the style, but although we were all watching a sporting event, it was much calmer and quieter here. Everyone seemed quite self-assured, as if they weren't selecting talent for the school.

"It's been more than seven weeks," said the elderly man who had suddenly ascended to his position.

Yes, seven stars have passed in the blink of an eye, and one-tenth of the unified recruitment period has already passed. It's about time to start to see the "situation".

Although they considered it at most a children's game, whether they played it well or not was another matter. In reality, the unified recruitment process wasn't as complicated as people imagined. For top-tier military academies, qualifications were certainly important, but character and integrity were equally crucial. Their recruitment standards could be described as very strict, but also not so strict.

If one has sufficient talent, aptitude and other qualifications can take a backseat, especially those who can handle important matters and shoulder heavy responsibilities, who are rare talents on the battlefield.

This is especially true of the First Military Academy. They are almost entirely military-based, and students who enter the school receive maximum support within the military. Their special training each year is several times that of other military academies, and they have priority in selecting corps units.

However, there is only one condition: all students at the school must enlist in the military. Unless there are special circumstances or health problems, it is almost impossible for a student to enter this military academy and not serve. It can be said to be a relatively mandatory academy.

Despite this, a steady stream of outstanding students still enter the academy every year, the vast majority of whom already had the intention and will to enlist. For them, this coercion is actually an advantage. Especially for those who intend to join Zhou Yuanjing's faction, the First Military Academy has a stronger advantage over other universities.

Besides the situations mentioned above, some people choose the First Military Academy to escape powerful figures or family oppression. After all, even the major families in the capital probably wouldn't want to go head-to-head with the First Military Academy.

Therefore, the First Military Academy never lacks students; in fact, it often has more than enough each year. For them, recruitment is a routine matter; as long as they let things take their course, those who are interested will come.

In previous years, they didn't have this many teachers on hand for student recruitment, since everyone was busy.

But this year, due to some special reasons, almost everyone... anyone who could spare the time came here.

Perhaps even they can't explain what they want to see; they just want to take a look.

The elderly man in the upper position glanced at a certain name on the middle and lower ranks of the list, his eyes flickering.

"It should be time to reach the first distribution point by now."

The inner circle has been getting in long enough, and the outer circle has been blocked out for too long... It's time for something powerful to change the situation.

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Jiang Hui is currently experiencing what is known as the first distribution point.

It's true... you don't make a sale for half a year, but when you do, you can live off it for half a year.

They've been here empty-handed for ages, slowly making their way here, and the things they've managed to find are pitifully few. Even killing the alien plants only yields a tiny bit of something slightly useful, not much at all.

Jiang Hui felt like she was doing wilderness survival.

However, this situation is finally about to end.

The system's input at this stage and at this point in time is definitely not just some insignificant gadget like before; it's something that's highly useful, has relatively strong functions, and has an absolute impact on the current situation.

Could it be what she's thinking?

(End of this chapter)