UNPDEYD

Earthsea, Ostal City. Monday, February 6, Star Year 230, 6:00 PM.

"600...602...603...604...".

Within a different dimension, a person could be seen doing a set of sit-ups. The strangest thing would be the completely white place rather than with a virtual screen in which the series of numbers were drawn as the person made the repetitions. Naturally, this person is Ismael, after finishing his day as a delivery man, he was training as usual within the inheritance test.

After three months of settling down, Ismael had made up his mind. With the two months that he worked as a delivery man, he had obtained enough money for the registration fee.

No, he was not talking about a school. Well, at least a normal one, Ismael had decided to enroll in the UNPDEYD, better known as the Planetary National Unit for Exploration and Defense. The elite of space explorers as well as the only ones allowed to go outside, this organization is divided into ranks and specialties.

The main and most important.

The armed defense force.

It consists of the already world-renowned Forerunner. Or in simpler words genetically altered super soldiers, are the last line of defense and the saviors of humanity, in short, the elite of the species.

Of course, there is no need to guess. How incredibly difficult it is to get into their ranks, even to this day not everyone is eligible to go through the alteration process and many who want to despite the risks die before completion.

Following them are the Settlers.

Among them are the most acts for space travel. Whether they are engineers, doctors, biologists, and all the professions necessary for the survival and adaptation of the human species on some planet that is going to be colonized.

Even though there are more divisions, Ismael only focused on these. Since they are the only ones responsible for the trips outside the planets already integrated into humanity, all those that remain are developed within the planets and that is something that they do not want personally, the adventure is outside where the unknown is lurking

He intended to become a Forerunner to begin his space adventure. Ismael is a simple person even now with the great opportunity he has, nothing similar to the ambition for power ever happened in his mind, which would normally happen if a person who had nothing, is allowed to have a lot of power...

Especially one like Saitama's.

On the other hand, he only wants an adventure and maybe, later on, to form a family having the power to protect, what he loves he will naturally plow, that he does not have strong ambitions does not mean that he is stupid, if the same humans want to harm him he or his future family will then blow them up in one fell swoop.

Being simple is not being weak in any way.

"906...907...908...909...1000."

Letting out a sigh, Ishmael dropped to the ground. With the sound of the classic bell ringing, he had finished his training for today.

Looking at the virtual screen, he nodded approvingly. Tomorrow was the day he was going to take the test if all went well which was pretty obvious if he was going to be at the academy and he just needed to show that he was an outstanding genius so he could skip all the annoying learning.

After all, he had experience with space travel. At least in the dream world, he learned the essential things a small advantage that he would have in this place.

Rising from the spot he ended the training section.

In a quick suction, he appeared in his room. Feeling the sore body, he went into the bathroom to take a well-deserved shower, feeling the cold water run through the sore muscles was a strange and comforting relief.

Even though he wanted to take his time. A strange sound caught Ismael's attention, he was weak and small but still, he was present if he had to guess he would say that it is similar to the sound produced by the virtual panel of the world of dreams.

Surprised at such an occurrence.

Ismael hurried out of the bathroom.

Once outside, he toweled himself dry and dressed in pants and a shirt. Looking around the room the sound was bouncing off all the walls so it was hard to tell where the source was.

It wasn't until after 20 minutes of searching. That Ismael realized where the sound came from, looking carefully at his spatial ring, he could see slight vibrations when the sound escaped from it, according to what he had been told, something couldn't come out of the ring without Ismael's full consent.

But now it was somehow sounding similar to a telephone.

"What's this?"

He pointed his finger towards the bed.

Ismael activated the ring.

Seconds later something quickly flew out of it.

swoosh

With the sound of the wind, Saitama's book fell to the bed.

"Hey?".

Strange things had happened to Ismael lately. From going to another universe and being in another body and it all started with this same book that at the moment vibrated like an electronic device being papal. Honestly, he wasn't surprised anymore, he was more interested than that. Ishmael knew that whatever came out of the book was very good for him.

The evidence is marked on his body. As he quickly reached out to take it, it was a strange feeling to see a book release vibrations looking at the surface from both sides he didn't notice anything strange.

With nothing more to look at, he opened it.

And like everything related to it.

Sure enough, something very strange happened again.

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