Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 815: The Pilot's Eye and the Blank

This question was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing huge ripples in the heart of the three-eyed student Silas.

He felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, and emotions mixed with a sense of honor and responsibility surged in his chest. It was an unprecedented sense of impact.

He subconsciously straightened his body, took a deep breath, and clenched his hands into fists.

Then, the three-eyed student seemed to understand something. He looked at the principal with a bit of struggle and hesitation in his eyes, and said slowly:

"Principal, my eyes... Can a mutant like me really take on such a responsibility?"

After listening to this, Xia Xiu smiled slightly, raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, his movements were gentle and encouraging.

There was a calm strength in the courtyard principal's eyes, melting all the doubts in Silas' heart.

"Relax, Silas."

Xia Xiu's tone was a little light. He pointed at Vice Principal Turles standing beside him and said jokingly:

"Compared to you, your vice-principal has changed even more. He is now the executive vice-principal of the courtyard, and at the same time, he is also the chief of the Administration Task Force."

Hearing the blond young man's unreserved teasing, Tours put down the report in his hand, his fox ears twitched slightly, he snorted coldly at Xia Xiu in front of him, and his tail swung unconsciously.

He walked up to the three-eyed student and looked Silas up and down with sharp eyes, with a hint of undisguised suspicion in his tone:
"This is the man you picked—the commander of the Courtyard Navy Fleet?"

"What's so special about him?"

Facing Tours' questioning, Silas subconsciously straightened his back.

Xia Xiu just chuckled and pointed at Silas, his tone relaxed yet meaningful and firm:
"Silas, open your third eye and let our vice-principal see the true strength of the son of the courtyard who was personally recruited by Director Hope."

Silas' body stiffened slightly, and he raised his head with a hint of hesitation and struggle in his eyes.

He whispered, "But... Principal, I'm afraid..."

Xia Xiu interrupted him, still with that nonchalant yet teasing smile:

"Why, are you still worried about hurting us?"

Turles on the side shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"Don't be so hesitant, kid. We are not as fragile as you think.

Don't worry, no one here will be easily scared."

When Silas heard this, the hesitation on his face gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath, and the thin crack on his forehead began to emit a faint light.

An indescribable power surged in his body, the hidden crack slowly opened, and a vertical pupil gradually appeared, like a silver-blue gem inlaid on his forehead.

Complex lines faintly appeared in the pupils, like a miniature nebula, with ripples appearing as it rotates.

As the third eye opened, a powerful etheric wave erupted from deep within Silas' body.

The edge of his robe was gently lifted by the surging EVE particles, which wrapped around him like glowing threads, making his figure appear almost transparent.

The terrifying mental pressure spread outward like an invisible wave, and the atmosphere in the entire office became extremely solemn in an instant.

But this pressure seemed to have lost its effect in front of Tours.

The vice-principal stood there, his expression as usual, as if he didn't feel any oppression at all.

In fact, he had already gently released the power in his body and quietly resolved Silas's overflowing spiritual energy fluctuations.

His eyes became sharper, and he could clearly feel the power characteristics of the three-eyed student Silas.

The special fluctuations contained in this spiritual energy caused the surrounding etheric true form to slightly distort, and in the gap of this distortion, his [Incarnation of the Lord - Väinämöinen] was also reflected.

“This third eye…”

Turles whispered, his eyes fixed on the slightly glowing vertical pupil on Silas' forehead.

"It can see the true form of the Aether Ocean, and even peek into the essence hidden deep within reality."

Silas's sight also fell on Turles, and his third eye captured the vice-principal's powerful and mysterious incarnation of the master.

He saw countless mirrors, and countless reflections of himself in the mirrors...

Silas quickly looked away, his eyes slowly sweeping over the other people in the office.

His third eye glowed faintly in the crack of his forehead, and the vertical pupil was like a silver-blue mirror, reflecting the surrounding etheric forms one by one.

His eyes fell on the mole.

In the vision of the third eye, the image of the mole is like a towering steel giant. His body is made up of countless complex gears and pipes. With every breath, you can hear the low hum of metal colliding with each other.

His whole body was enveloped in an intense light, like a furnace that would never be extinguished. The oppressive feeling was overwhelming and chilling.

That's a... mecha? !

Turning back to Broly, Silas saw a completely different scene.

He saw a giant beast lurking in the deep shadows. Its huge body was wrapped in blurry mist, revealing only a pair of deep scarlet pupils, exuding a deadly and dangerous aura.

The frightened three-eyed student turned his gaze towards Zhou again.

A figure made of shadows, flickering with a faint light, with a swift sword worn on his waist.

His body was changing every moment, as if it could split and reassemble at any time.

This constant flow of forms made Silas dizzy and almost unable to stare for long.

Each of these three forms gave Silas a great shock.

His forehead began to heat up, the vision of his third eye gradually became blurred, and fuzzy spots of light appeared on his retina. He was about to be unable to bear this etheric scene.

And finally, his gaze turned to the blond young man in the center of the room - the principal.

He tried to observe the most mysterious existence in the courtyard through his third eye, but when his eyes focused, he could see nothing.

There was no light, no shadow, no form, not even the ordinary outline.

It was pure nothingness, an indescribable blankness, as if the person did not exist within the rules of the ether at all.

Silas subconsciously adjusted his vision, trying to see more clearly.

He focused all his attention, his vertical pupils shrank slightly, and the surrounding light seemed to be sucked into his field of vision.

However, just when he was about to touch upon some truth, Xia Xiu's voice suddenly rang out.

"Don't look too much, Silas. Your eyes won't be able to bear it."

The voice was neither fast nor slow, but it was filled with an irresistible force. Just a slight push pulled him back from the edge of the abyss.

Silas was stunned, his ears buzzing. Before he moved his eyes away from Xia Xiu, he saw a scene that he would never forget - a hand slowly stretched out from nothingness, and three pairs of pure white wings emerged behind the hand. The feathers of the wings emitted a dazzling soft light, like flawless white jade.

The hand moved slowly and gently as it reached out in Silas' direction, then gently stroked him. An invisible force flowed from his forehead into his body, quickly calming all the tension and discomfort in him.

At that moment, a symbol briefly appeared in Silas's third eye - [∞].

A symbol that he could not understand but knew what it represented.

The symbol appeared almost simultaneously with the touch of the hand. The next moment, he felt that his third eye was on the verge of its limit. He took a deep breath and quickly closed his third eye. The crack on his forehead closed as well.

He lowered his head and took a few breaths, his forehead covered with cold sweat and his hands trembling slightly unconsciously.

Xia Xiu's calm but irresistible words echoed in his mind, and the image of the pure white light-winged hand was still clearly engraved in the depths of his memory.

He looked up at the principal, his eyes filled with awe and deep shock.

When Silas closed his third eye and the crack on his forehead slowly closed and returned to its original state, Xia Xiu turned his gaze to the people in the room. His expression became serious, and there was a rare sense of formality in his tone.

"Silas's third eye..."

He spoke, his voice steady and convincing.

"You could call it the 'navigator's eye'.

This is not an ordinary sensory organ, but an ability to intuitively perceive the true form of the etheric space, which is a realm that ordinary humans and other races' sensory systems are completely unable to reach."

He paused slightly, as if to let everyone better understand the weight of this sentence.

Then, turning to Tours, he continued:

“A big part of the reason why he was chosen to be the commander of the Courtyard Fleet was because of this ability.

The 'Navigation Eye' gives him an almost absolute and precise perception. He can directly observe the position of the starship in the etheric space through the third eye, which gives him an advantage that others cannot match when deciding the jump path and location. "

His tone became deeper:

"As you all know, the complexity of etheric space far exceeds that of ordinary three-dimensional reality.

A wrong jump could not only cause the entire fleet to deviate from its target, but could also cause the ships to be directly caught in a chaos storm or even be completely swallowed up by the ether turbulence.

Silas's ability exists precisely to avoid this risk.

He can use the 'Navigation Eye' to see the dangers hidden in the etheric space and calculate the best time and coordinates to jump to the real space.

This capability is invaluable to the Courtyard's fleet."

When Xia Xiu said this, he raised his chin slightly and looked around at everyone present.

Although his tone was calm, it carried a sense of authority that was hard to ignore:
“The responsibilities of a navigation officer are far more than just sitting on the bridge and giving orders. Instead, they are responsible for the life and death of every ship.

Especially in the deep world, the laws of time and space become more unpredictable, and the choice of the navigator is often the dividing line between life and death. "

He looked back at Silas, with a look of approval in his eyes:
“So, I look forward to Silas using his abilities to bring safety and hope to the Yard Fleet.

I believe that he will not let me or you down."

The silence in the room made everyone's breathing particularly clear, and the heaviness in the air intensified as Xia Xiu spoke.

Silas stood there, feeling many pairs of eyes focused on him, especially Turles's gaze. That gaze was complicated, as if he was measuring and evaluating.

But in the end, Tours's fox ears trembled slightly, he raised his head and said to Xia Xiu calmly:
"Then let him be the naval commander. However, this is only a probationary period."

Hearing this, Silas nodded slightly, and his shoulders unconsciously straightened a little.

Xia Xiu smiled slightly and patted his shoulder, as if giving some encouragement.

Then, his gaze slowly moved away from the three-eyed student and turned to the silver-haired woman who was standing aside and remained silent - Celeste Marian.

Everyone turned their eyes to the student who had been as quiet as a shadow. She stood there, with an upright posture and silver hair falling on both sides of her shoulders.

Her expression was calm, almost cold, and expressionless, but her violet pupils seemed to hide an abyss, silently reflecting every pair of eyes looking at her.

Xia Xiu raised his chin slightly towards Zhou Yi, which was an unspoken instruction.

Zhou Yi understood what he meant and stood up slowly, standing straight with his usual cold and stern demeanor.

He walked slowly and came to Xia Xiu's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Celeste Marion—"

Xia Xiu spoke, his voice gentle but clear, and every syllable seemed to carry some kind of penetrating power.

His eyes were focused on the silver-haired woman, as if he was giving her some kind of invisible pressure, but also with a hint of expectation.

“She’s the talent you need.”

Zhou Yi stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, his body straight as an unsheathed sword.

He lowered his head slightly, and his deep and sharp eyes swept towards Marian like a knife through the thin air.

His eyes were calm and sharp, as if he was analyzing everything about the silver-haired woman in front of him.

However, to everyone's surprise, Marian stood there calmly, as if she had long been accustomed to such scrutiny.

Her violet eyes looked straight ahead, without any retreat, without a trace of fear, and without any emotional fluctuations.

That kind of calmness and composure is not only a natural trait, but also a sharpness that is honed after going through countless hardships.

At this time, Xia Xiu smiled slightly, he raised his hand gently, his fingertips drew an elegant arc in the air, and then used fluent sign language to convey a simple and clear message to Marian.

Marian's eyes flashed, and then she bowed respectfully to Xia Xiuxing. The movement was meticulous, as precise and crisp as carving.

After the ceremony, she turned her head and looked Zhou Yi in the eye without hesitation.

She moved without hesitation, and her calmness showed no sign of weakness or uneasiness, but rather a hidden edge that matched her calmness perfectly.

At that moment, the air around Marian seemed to undergo some invisible fluctuations.

It was an extremely subtle change, like some kind of invisible barrier quietly forming around her.

Then, the EVE particles in the air began to become sluggish, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

Then, a strong repulsive force emanated from her body, as if
——She herself is a foreign object that cannot be accepted by the ether, expelling all particles outside her position.

This repulsive force is not a violent impact, but a silent but irresistible force.

It seemed part of the laws of nature, integrated into Marian's existence.

Within the range centered on her, EVE particles were rapidly pushed farther away, and a strange sense of vacuum began to appear in the entire stance, forming a unique domain around her, a lonely space that was incompatible with the ether.

Zhou Yi felt the power of that position, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes resting on Marian's face, and spoke in a low and inquiring tone:
"I see, this is your characteristic..."