Chapter 2: Apologie

Please remember to be nice to your parents. :)

1. How many natural universal treasures do you think exist? (like the spacetime amber)

2. What % of any given species are supers?

3. What % of supers die a natural death?

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Name: Elrin van Vril'okai

Race: Eozarithian/Carbon-based

Model: NPC (Countdown to Version 1.0 launch: 8.510 years, 39 days, 1 hour, 15 minutes)

Level: 20

Experience: 21.266

Main Class: Neophyte Esper Lv. 10 (Max.)

Sub-class: Student Governor Lv. 10 (Max.)

Attributes: Strength 10, Dexterity 10, Endurance 10, Intelligence 33, Mystery 22, Charm 11, Luck 101

Unassigned Stats: 20

Energy: 120 (Lv. 3)

Energy Rank: 25 ~ 28 Ona

Grade: F (Mortal)

[Impressive, not only are you weak in general, but you're weak for your level as well. Bahahahah]

Health Points: 100/100

Stamina: 120/120

Class Abilities: Taxation

Other Abilities: None

Talent Points: 10

Class Talents:

Gene Chain

[20 Talents not learned!]

DNA

[20 Talents not learned!]

Application

[20 Talents not learned!]

Reputation:

Vril'okai - (3.000/6.000) (Respect)

Eozarithian Race - (3.000/6.000) (Respect)

Equipment: None

Legend: 0

"Hmmm..." I hummed, lying on my bed and looking at my status screen.

It had been 12 days since I had transmigrated. A few hours after I arrived, I had already decided that I would apologize to my father. And if I had to, I would beg on my hands and knees to become a Governor of a big city.

The last few days I had spent just looking through my status screen, familiarizing myself with even the most 'useless' features like the chat. I did this not for fun, but more to avoid making my father too suspicious of me changing my mind.

The Student Governor class was fine. I had come to the conclusion that it gave me either 1 or 2 points in INT and nothing in every other stat (maybe except for luck, I don't know).

I had not really decided on how to distribute my stats yet. On the one hand, I was very weak for my level, as I didn't have an Esper ability like: Throw a Fireball, Control Dark Matter, Explode Heads, etc. So for direct combat, STR, DEX, and END would be useful.

If I went by my class, then INT and MYS were the most important of my stats, but I didn't really want to become a 'Black Star' with 1 point of luck either—though that wasn't exactly a pressing issue.

So I basically needed everything. This was the source of my hesitation in regards to allocating my stat points.

But I had faced worse dilemmas before. It's not like I would need to fight in the near future, or ever for that matter, if I didn't want to.

Oh, before I forget, this body, or rather me being an Eozarithian... well, I got a good look at myself. A humanoid body, with dark blue, very smooth skin. As I know from my memories, all males of my species are bald, while the females usually have purple hair paired with purple skin and look more human-like as a result.

Other than that, I had sharp, shark-like teeth, which were normal for my species. If you took aesthetics into account, I'd probably be in the top 5% to 10% of the best-looking males.

The only thing truly special about me was the tattoo that depicted a trident clearly made of wood—my family's insignia, signifying my status as a noble of the highest order.

Our species is a Star System Grade Civilization. This in itself doesn't say much, as that could mean anything from ruling more than one planet in a solar system all the way to ruling an entire galaxy, which was the 'Galaxy Games' equivalent to a Star System.

We were on the upper end of this, ruling a whole Star System. The same could be said for 15 other races and civilizations in our Star Cluster. While some were definitely stronger in both numbers and technology than others, there has yet to be a dominant force that could make every other submit and ascend to become a Star Cluster Civilization.

Mentally, I was kicking myself, as I only remembered the name of the 'Shattered Star Ring,' and as a result, did not reconcile the Star Cluster I was in. I would have paid closer attention to the book if I had known I would end up here, but that didn't help, nor console me.

Our position as a species was also the reason that we, as the Eozarith civilization as a whole, and my predecessor in particular, were hyper-focused on training up a Beyond Grade-A super. As this could be 'the straw that breaks the camel's back,' so to speak, when it comes to elevating the whole civilization.

That being said, it's time.

So I bounced up from my comfy bed and walked up to the cell door.

Bzzzzz

I pressed the big red button on the wall to the right of the door.

While I was standing there, waiting for the guard to come pick me up, I tidied up my clothes a bit. Not that the C-Grade Super guarding me took too long, as he was before the door in less than a minute.

"Have you made up your mind, young master?" the guard said, grinning in a way that didn't sit right with me.

"Yes, I would like to speak to my father," I answered calmly.

"I knew you would," the guard replied, opening the door by putting his palm on the scanner on the outside of my cell.

"Will you walk, or do you want to be carried back?" he asked jokingly.

"Please carry me. Oh, by the way, how is the family doing?" I answered as I began walking on my own, clearly not intending to let him carry me.

He did not find that funny, but I could tell he wasn't offended either, so all was well. Not like he would do anything anyway.

Knock

Knock

Knock

"You may enter!" came a calm voice from behind the 5-meter-tall walls, which were lavishly decorated.

As I wondered how any sound could escape the walls at all—since they were at least half a meter thick and probably not that light either—my diligent little jailer bee opened them already. The answer, as so often is the case, was more or less guaranteed to be a magical formation, though.

The office my father had unveiled is about 50 by 50 meters in size, with his desk and chair in the middle of it, facing the door. The entire wall to his left was made of glass, behind which lay a gigantic garden with a large lake, which he could look down upon.

The other walls were decorated with various historically significant artworks and artifacts, such as a spear that was supposedly used by our ancient ancestors on Eozapter. All in all, I quite liked my father's taste.

Even though I had already seen this room in my memories, it was still a spectacle to witness in reality.

This, however, was not why I was here, so I got back on track and quickly covered the distance until I stood about 1 to 2 meters in front of my father's desk.

"I would like to apologize for insulting you, father," I began, keeping a neutral expression on my face.

He looked very relieved at this. From my predecessor's memories, I knew that he would have likely folded first had I waited a few more days—not completely, of course, but I think he would have at least released me.

The last few days had been hard on our relationship, with my predecessor insisting that anything other than becoming a high-ranking super was a waste of time. His father, on the other hand, was equally agitated, as his son had decided to throw away their millennia-long heritage of ruling this planet—a position that, by the way, trillions would throw their lives away for, just for the smallest chance of gaining it.

That being said, I was clearly in the wrong here, so an apology was in order.

"I will accept any position you might assign to me, without protest," I continued, having decided that this was the most likely strategy to succeed with my usually stern father.

A sigh was the only answer I received as my father leaned back in his seat, crossed his fingers, and began to think.

While he did this, I stood in absolute silence, careful not to disturb him, as it would be really stupid to annoy the man who was about to decide my life's path for the next few years.

As they say, be careful not to tempt fate.

My father thought for about a minute before softly saying:

"Adris."

I, of course, knew what this meant. Not even three seconds later, a short but thin man wearing a light green suit entered the room. This was Adris. He has no last name, but I knew that he was my father's personal assistant and closest subordinate, as well as a C-Grade Psycher. Well, that is, if you look at the situation in reality. On paper, Adris is a slave owned by my father.

He is part of a slave family that has fulfilled the role of administrators and assistants to my family line for generations. Of course, some would be terrified by the prospect of being a slave, but make no mistake: the members of his family have wealth, power, and status that surpass the vast majority of people, even if not on paper.

Some of this could be attributed to us being good 'owners,' and the rest simply to the fact that our family's status as highest-grade nobles could not be surpassed, only equaled.

"Yes, Master?" Adris asked after bowing before my father.

"Are there any cities in need of a governor? Which are the largest?" my father asked.

"The largest would be Creflutter City, with 1.3 million inhabitants. If you are looking for what I think you are, then the governor of Greenharbour made a mistake a few weeks ago, and, if I dare say, punishment is expected," Adris reported factually.

"Remind me, what was the population of Greenharbour again?" my father asked.

"13 and a half million, my lord."

"Hmmm..." And just as I thought he would go back to thinking, he continued.

"You can tell the City Governor of Greenharbour that Elrin will replace him, and that he will take on an advisory role from now on. Arrange the most suitable assistant for him as well."

Outwardly, I was calm, but secretly, I was ecstatic—13.5 million subjects. This is enough to complete my advancement mission, and depending on how long I hold this role, it will serve to significantly advance my level as well.

"As for you, Elrin, I hereby order you to take on the rank of city governor, through the power bestowed upon me by the Civilizational Governor and the Supreme Council. For that, Adris will organize the ceremony for the transition of power tomorrow," he said, gesturing for us to leave, clearly still a bit suspicious that I had planned out some other way to undermine him and 'secretly' become a super.

I, for one, turned around and walked out of his office next to Adris, very happy that I could at least superficially recover the trust between my father and me. As for his suspicions, I would just have to prove myself through actions rather than words.