Recent Plans

The school leaders seated on the high platform remained silent, making no attempt to stop him.

Seeing this, Kent let out a quiet hum. After another five seconds, still, no one challenged him. Clearly, his strength had been widely acknowledged and recognized.

"Since everyone acknowledges my strength, then I appreciate it," Kent declared loudly. "If anyone wants to challenge me in the next two days, just call me, and I'll come at any time. One more thing—I only displayed less than fifty percent of my strength today."

With that, he paid no attention to the looks from others, nodded at Cai Wensheng, and stepped down from the stage, returning to his seat.

His plan was not to come for the next two days. Leaving today under the watchful eyes of forty thousand spectators and the school leaders would indeed be overly flamboyant. Moreover, with the sky darkening, it wouldn't hurt to sit for a little longer.

"Less than fifty percent? Is he serious?"

His words once again stirred up an uproar. Many people acknowledged his top-tier strength, but they found this statement hard to believe. He was already monstrous—so much so that others could only look up to him and struggle to even breathe in his presence. And now he was saying he had only used half his strength?

"Damn, don't be too arrogant. We may not be able to beat you, but this attitude of yours will surely bring a lot of trouble. Good luck with that."

"I really hope someone comes and teaches this guy a harsh lesson. He's way too disrespectful and completely oblivious to humility."

Rather than earning positive recognition, Kent's bold statement drew more negativity.

After all, he was from another city and unfamiliar with the people here. He knew very few individuals, and even fewer supported him. The stronger he was, the more resentment he attracted.

But Kent didn't think there was anything wrong with displaying his strength. He wanted to make a name for himself, even if it meant earning a "black reputation." These critics and mockers were strangers to him anyway; their opinions were irrelevant and would not interfere with his upcoming plans.

His gaze met Zhao Mengxi's from across the distance, softening with warmth.

She was beaming with joy, giving him a discreet thumbs-up.

Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, Fan Qingmei had not attended the Wind and Cloud Tournament. She hadn't even returned to school, which seemed unusual. Was she caught up in something and unable to come for now?

If Fan Qingmei had witnessed his overwhelming victories over Huang Jintian and Ye Qiugao, she would surely be delighted and develop even more admiration for him.

Moreover, now that he was at the height of his prominence, he had more influence and a stronger presence. Perhaps he could arrange for the two stunning beauties to sit down and have a conversation.

He was a man blessed with a system, possessing unlimited potential—probably even carrying a protagonist's aura. If he couldn't be with the girl he liked, that would be unacceptable.

So, he had to find a way to make it happen. If he could eventually enjoy the best of both worlds, then he could die without regrets, feeling that his "life mission" was complete.

"Kent." After Kent had rested with his eyes closed for a while, Cai Wensheng, who had been hesitating, finally spoke.

"Hmm? Class president, is there something else?" Kent responded.

"It's nothing major. Since you're graduating early, I wanted to organize a farewell party with the class—kind of a class gathering," Cai Wensheng said, slightly worried about being rejected.

"Hmm..."

Kent tilted his head, thinking. Whether it was a farewell party or a class gathering, he would undoubtedly be the main focus. While he didn't find such socializing particularly beneficial, they had still spent a year as classmates.

Moreover, those who made it into Class A of the Inspection College were mostly from prominent backgrounds. Their families were part of major corporations from various star cities, running businesses across different industries. Their networks and influence were not to be underestimated.

It was often said that university was not just about academics—it was also about networking and socializing. Over the past year, he had been focused on training and hadn't taken the time to truly get to know his classmates.

"Alright, set a time and place, and let me know," Kent agreed.

The first day of the Wind and Cloud Tournament finally came to an end.

Under the watchful gazes of countless people, Kent casually left the school with Zhao Mengxi, as composed as ever. The two of them headed to a high-end restaurant.

"Kent, will you be able to receive your graduation certificate soon?" Zhao Mengxi asked with a soft smile, her dimples showing, her beautiful eyes shining with curiosity.

"In a few days, I suppose it will be issued along with those of the senior students."

Kent wasn't entirely sure, but he wasn't in a rush. His early graduation was already confirmed. Whether he received the diploma sooner or later didn't really matter. If necessary, he could have someone pick it up for him.

"So, what are your plans next?" Zhao Mengxi asked as she picked up a piece of tender, flavorful beast meat, savoring its taste with delight.

"I'm still thinking. I might establish my own mercenary group, then set up a company with a dedicated studio that specializes in taking high-paying mercenary assignments."

Kent was ambitious—he wanted to claim habitable alien spaces and seize their resources. However, for now, he was young, with limited strength and shallow roots in this region. So, in the early stages of his venture, he didn't want to overextend himself.

Even so, his short-term plan was bold enough to surprise many.

After all, it was a high-risk endeavor. Most people, given the vast funds at their disposal, would seek a more stable way to generate income—one that prioritized market experience over immediate profits.

Few would be as daring as Kent, diving straight into a high-risk, high-reward industry. A single misstep, a moment of greed or overconfidence, could lead to utter destruction.

But Kent merely smiled at such concerns. Who was he? He was someone blessed with a system! With his abundant resources, he could rapidly enhance his own strength while using his identity as a Beastmaster to boost the power of his subordinates.

He wouldn't even need to pay wages—just a simple promise: whoever contributed the most would have their beasts upgraded or evolved. With that alone, mercenaries would line up around Earthstar City, eager to join him.

"That sounds thrilling! Oh, by the way, I'm free during summer vacation. You can let me help—free of charge!" Zhao Mengxi said playfully with a grin.

Kent looked at her seriously, feeling a little tempted. He chuckled and said, "Sure, I just happen to need a personal assistant to pour tea and serve drinks. Mengxi, I think you're quite suited for it. What do you think? Want to consider it?"

"Go to hell! I don't want that. I'm serious! My major is really useful, and you need people. I need a good platform. Isn't this perfect?" Zhao Mengxi pouted, her voice filled with a teasing charm—adorable and captivating enough to make anyone's heart flutter.