Chapter-30 Unworthy

It's unthinkable for the young aristocrats of the Empire not to know Kester. As a dragon, Kester is considered the most powerful junior among the current generation with SS-level mental power and a unique thunder ability.

Not to mention his status as the only grandson of the Grand Marshal Raymond. This lineage carries significant weight, especially considering the unpredictable and often volatile nature of dragons, which makes them notoriously challenging to manage.

The young masters, who have been pampered, have faced significant challenges and defeats at the hands of Kester, who seems to thrive in the chaos. Consequently, the fear of provoking this dominant force has created an atmosphere of caution, where few are willing to take the risk of challenging him.

"K-kester! When did you come here!?" Troy really wanted curse at this moment, who would have thought that he would be unlucky enough to meet this person.

"Repeat what you said just now." Kester's voice was cold, and a few sparks of lightening could be seen in his horns, showing its owner's angry mood.

Kester does not mind a fair competition when it comes to winning the heart of the beauty. So, when Troy said Nickolai was interested in Imanuel, he didn't mind. He just thought whoever was better would win Imanuel's heart. But he never expected that the person he admired and wanted to chase after was treated as a mere plaything by these people.

Setting aside his own feelings for Imanuel, Kester holds a profound respect for him due to the calming agent I-02 he developed. As someone with SS level mental, he deeply understands the importance of this soothing agent. I-02 has long become a life saviour for not only him, but billions of soldiers in the Empire. So, how could he hear such dirty words about Imanuel.

"Tell your master that he shouldn't be fantasizing about someone he doesn't deserve. Otherwise, I don't mind giving him a good lesson." If it weren't for the prohibition on internal disputes, Kester would have unleashed his mental power.

Troy didn't dare to face Kester without Nickolai. He could only go to the bed assigned to him with his tail between his legs. His companions also hurriedly left this place in order not to be affected.

Kester's expression was cold as he looked at their cowardly backs. Liam's reaction was no different from his.

…

Imanuel was woken up by the howling of the students early in the morning. His room lacks effective sound isolation. This is primarily due to the fact that it serves as a temporary military defense base, where soldiers must remain vigilant and ready for action at all times.

He habitually checked his terminal to see if there was any important message.

Zereth : Imanuel, I'm sorry for not coming.

Zereth : The situation was too urgent. One of my regular patients had a serious mental power disorder, so I had no choice but to leave…

Zereth : But I will definitely make it up to you.

Zereth : Imanuel, tell me when you reach there, okay!

Imanuel read through a series of messages sent by Zereth, and he patiently replied to all of them before washing up. Yesterday, he was late because he was waiting for Zereth, but unfortunately, Zereth wasn't able to make it here.

After changing his clothes, he went outside to see the source of commotion. It was the restless students who were woken up in the early morning and were forced to train.

"All cadets shall tie the boxes around their waists and run 20 laps around the playground."

The students gazed at the so-called playground with a sense of hopelessness. This 'playground' sprawled out like a vast expanse, equivalent to the size of ten starships. In response to the bleakness of the situation, a few students couldn't help but voice their grievances.

"Instructor! We are going to drive mecha in the future! So, what's the point of this training!? Isn't it better to train our mental power!?"

"Yes!! Who would run on the battlefield in the space!! There are obviously escape capsules!!"

"Anyways! We don't have a death wish! We won't run!!"

The instructor's sneer was sharp as he retorted, "Oh, did I ask for your thoughts? This is not a request; it's an order from your superior. Anyone who fails to comply will be forced to run twice the laps!" The words hung in the air, heavy with authority and the unmistakable threat of punishment.

The students felt a wave of fear wash over them, silencing their protests as they caught sight of the instructor's cold, unyielding gaze.

"Alright, just get rolling in five minutes. As time goes on, your laps will just keep adding up!" The instructed operated his terminal and a big virtual screen appeared in the air showing time.

The students didn't dare to slack off, all of them immediately tied the weights and ran forward.

Imanuel quietly observed these students, as one of the Instructor sent by Academy, he was also given relevant information. So, he knew that all of these students belonged to mecha combat and physical combat department. The one who complained just now were from the mecha department.

In fact,the special training was limited to students from the combat and healing departments. Among the 100,000 students, a mere 1,000 were from the healing department, leaving the overwhelming majority as combat students.

Seeing that there were no elves or angels here, Imanuel frowned and decided to find Colonal Tyson. He was just taken a step forward, when he saw Colonal Tyson coming from the other side followed by two handsome alphas.

Imanuel recognized the one on his right side, it was the famous Admiral Merrick from the Alliance. As for the one on his left side, even though, he didn't know who it was, but from the dark brown horns on his head, he could tell that he was someone from the Norex Empire.

Admiral Merrick who was still talking with Colonal Tyson happened to look here at some point. The moment his eyes fell on Imanuel, he froze in place, captivated by the sight before him.

It took a while for reality to seep back in, but once it did, he quickly exchanged a few words with the Colonel and made his way toward Imanuel.

"Beauty, May I have the honour to know your name!?"