I’m going to University in another world?!

THE FOOD was, simply put, delicious.

Pesto gnocchi with sun-dried tomatoes, thick slices of crumbed monster meat, fresh garden salad, and homemade fruit soda. Kyla and Kiloil went back for thirds—maybe even fourths. By the way they leaned back afterward, bellies full and eyes half-lidded, one might assume they had eaten an entire elephant.

"I feel pregnant," Kyla groaned, stretching out on the couch and propping her feet up on the glass table.

"Feet off," their father scolded, nudging her legs aside as he sank into the opposite end of the couch.

She huffed and obeyed. "Sorry, Dad."

Kiloil dramatically collapsed onto the floor, arms and legs spread like a starfish.

From the hallway, their Aunt Deborah poked her head in, jingling her keys. "We're off."

"Mum, I'm staying," Gavin announced, sidestepping her.

"No, you're not." She caught him by the arm mid-stride and yanked him back. "I have a match meeting this afternoon. You're coming."

"Why am I coming?! I'm not the one looking for love!" He twisted in her grip, trying to pry himself free.

"She's bringing her kids, so I'm bringing mine," Deborah replied matter-of-factly, dragging him toward the front door. Their voices faded as it slammed shut behind them.

Kiloil rolled onto his side and stared at their father. "Dad."

"Yes, son?"

Their father grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV, landing on the afternoon news.

A striking male omega with pastel-pink hair and vivid green eyes appeared on-screen, dressed in a sharp navy suit. "Breaking news—authorities report that negotiations between Terran and Intergalactic Beastial diplomats have stalled due to an unexpected abyssal monster wave at Hevans Space City. Yora Kingdom officials have stated—"

"Dad, can we watch the sports channel?"

Their father sighed but changed the channel.

"Yider charges for the ball—Havas dodges! Ingo tackles Havas! The Raiders might have a real shot this season!"

The screen displayed an intense match in a massive dome stadium. A towering player with gorilla arms barreled forward, tackling another with cheetah-striped skin and a tail, metal ball clutched in his grip. The brutal, high-impact nature of the sport was unmistakable.

"Uhh…" Kiloil grimaced. "Maybe something else?"

Their father rolled his eyes and switched to a movie, his face lighting up. "Oh, I love this one—A Flame Reborn. That young actor's in it—what's his name? Ah, Soren Montclair! Rumor has it he's Yora nobility."

On-screen, a hauntingly handsome man strolled down a rain-soaked path, his face blurred by the shifting glow of streetlights. With olive skin, jet-black hair, and striking golden eyes, he whispered under his breath, "I don't even love him."

His gaze drifted toward a distant pair—one tall, one small—stepping into a sleek car. His expression darkened. "Colen… get your act together."

The scene transitioned.

"Isn't he so handsome?" their father sighed, lowering the volume. He turned to Kyla. "Ky pie, when you're picking your first husband, make sure he's as good-looking as Soren."

"Dad," Kyla groaned.

Before her father could say more, his phone blared loudly.

He answered immediately.

"Hello, Deviloil Kopoya speaking?" His brows shot up. "Capital Star University? Yes, she's here. Yes, I'm aware. In fact, my mother's an alumna… Yes, I'm related to Commander Kopoya—conditions? Hmmm… I'll have to discuss it with my daughter. Yes, please send the details by email. Thank you. Goodbye."

He hung up, then turned to Kyla with an almost giddy expression. "Darling, CSU wants you! One of the top three universities! Oh my gods!"

"Is it that good?" Kiloil sat up, pulling out his phone to search for it.

"Your Nan went there. Their conditions are miles ahead of HMU and OUT. Full scholarships, free boarding, living allowances, elite-tier resources." He grinned. "You'll also be far away from those mutts—I mean, your siblings. They'll handle everything: enrollment, transfers, course preferences—"

Kyla's brows twitched. She had no idea what she was even studying here.

"Good thing you were only starting your first semester this year. You can just restart there. You can even change your degree from Beastial Anthropological Sciences if you want."

'Holy hell, that sounds like a long-ass degree,' Kyla thought, nodding slowly. "I think I want to switch to business."

On Earth, she had enrolled in a business degree. At least that was familiar.

Her father frowned briefly, then let it go.

Kiloil laughed, shoving his phone in Kyla's face. "Ky, look! CSU's sports centers are way better than the other two. And they have more rights to space tracks than any other uni in the Federation!"

Kyla pursed her lips, then exhaled. "Alright. I'll go."

Their father practically beamed, squeezing her hands. "This is perfect! I can transfer my role there, too."

He stood abruptly and grabbed Kiloil, twirling him around. "I'll organize everything! Darling, just pack the essentials! Oh my gods, we'll get you an entirely new wardrobe too!"

"Dad, can we take the sky train?" Kiloil asked excitedly. "I saw an ad for it earlier!"

"Yes!" Their father chuckled. "I'll handle the tickets!"

He practically skipped out of the living room, already pulling up his phone to book skytrain tickets.

Kyla and Kiloil exchanged glances as he flopped back onto the couch, completely deflated.

"...Well, that escalated quickly."

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Two pale moons hung in the sky as a sleek silver train shot past like a bullet, its reflective surface gleaming under the moonlight. The flying train hurtled toward the Fetericks Federation's capital.

The high-speed train glided far above sprawling megacities, rugged mountain ranges, and endless jungles, shielded by a near-invisible barrier that repelled even the most persistent flying monsters. Below, neon-lit cityscapes pulsed with life, rivers wound their way through dense forests, and vast oceans shimmered beneath the star-freckled sky.

Inside one of the business-class carriages, the family of four rested.

The spacious suite boasted floating king-sized beds suspended in the air high above. Plush beige couches lined the cream-colored walls below, and polished wooden floors absorbed the soft glow of golden ceiling orb. A circular platform hovered in the center, its surface adjustable for dining, gaming, or work.

The room was quiet.

Their father had already slipped out to explore the catering carriage, leaving the trio behind.

"Has Dad always been this spontaneous?" Kiloil asked, stretching out on one of the floating beds.

Gavin, lounging on another, lazily looked at him. "Yeah, Uncle's always been quick with decisions. He doesn't hesitate."

"Why are you here again?" Kyla asked from the couch beneath him, scrolling through her phone.

"I'm running away from home," Gavin said with a wry grin.

"You're twenty—you're too old for that," Kiloil muttered, eyes glued to his mobile game.

"Twenty-one," Gavin corrected. "Still a minor."

Kiloil frowned. "Wait, you're still considered a minor?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Gavin arched a brow. "We don't come of age until twenty-two. Same as your sister."

"Damn." Kiloil shook his head.

Kyla rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm going to stretch my legs."

She stepped into the corridor, moving toward the front of the train. The quiet hum of the engines and the occasional murmur of other passengers filled the air.

Then, as she rounded a corner, a door slid open beside her.

She barely had time to react before she collided with someone—hard.

A solid chest.

Kyla stumbled back, looking up at the stranger.

The man before her was tall, broad-shouldered, and draped in black. A long trench coat, combat boots, and a black cap shadowing his face. Only his piercing golden eyes were visible beneath the brim.

A masked face.

A sharp nose, dark brows.

The stranger stared at her. A slow, deliberate scan from head to toe. His nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled.

Something in Kyla's instincts screamed—Danger.

Her muscles coiled as if preparing for a fight.

But before she could react, he stepped around her and strode away, disappearing into the next carriage.

She blinked. What the hells was that?

Before she could dwell on it, a loud, boisterous voice rang through the corridor.

"Kyyyyyy!"

Kyla turned, recognizing the familiar bellow.

"Aunt Deb?" she asked hesitantly.

"Darling!"

The heavy woman barreled toward her, arms wide. She scooped Kyla up in a bear hug, rubbing her knuckles against Kyla's head.

Kyla squirmed. "Aunt Deb—"

"Where's Gaga?" Deborah interrupted, releasing her.

Kyla pointed toward their room. "End of the hall."

"Good girl." With that, Deborah marched off, her sandals thudding against the floor.

Their father arrived at that moment, carrying several bags. He grinned as he shook a steaming food box in front of Kyla's face. "Got you some high-grade monster meat and vegetables. Packed with spirit energy."

Spirit energy? She filed that question away for later. Gavin could explain it to her. He had become her and Kiloils encyclopaedia.

"Mum!" Her aunt returned—dragging Gavin by the ear.

"Ow—Mum, please!" Gavin protested, wriggling in her grip.

Deborah clicked her tongue at Kyla's father. "I'll take him to my booked room. He's my problem now."

"Wait, wait—"

She ignored her sons protests, pulling him down the corridor. Kyla and her father watched them disappear.

"Aunt Deb's coming too?" she asked out loud, confused.

Her father nodded, glancing out the window. "Her match stood her up, so she decided to tag along and help us settle in Starian."

So both siblings were spontaneous here? Kyla exhaled, her lips twitching. She frowned afterwards. 'I wonder how my dads doing on Earth?'

Her father voice interrupted her thoughts. "We should go have dinner now."

Kyla shook her head to clear her mind as she followed him back to their room.

A night of more food awaited them.

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{ THREE DAYS LATER }

The sky train slowed as it approached its final destination—a colossal, multi-tiered skyport suspended above Fetericks Federations glowing capital. Platforms stacked like a futuristic hive, their metal surfaces glistening with neon guidance lights. Hovering vehicles zipped through the air around it, and towering digital billboards displayed advertisements for international brands and upcoming sports matches.

A smooth voice announced over the intercom: "Welcome to Starian skyport. Please ensure all belongings are accounted for before disembarking."

Kyla followed her father, aunt, Gavin and Kiloil through the bustling crowd, stepping onto the arrival platform. The cool night air carried the scent of metal, forest and smoke. It smelt like a bustling city.

A booming laugh rang out.

"Well, well, well! Look who finally decided to show up!"

Kyla barely had time to react before a massive figure stepped forward, flanked by two military guards. A woman she only recognised from photos when she was young back on earth.

Her fathers estranged older sister. Denora Kopoya. A scientist working for the government .

Built like a tank, she towered over most Alpha men, her presence commanding the platform. Her pale skin, dark grey eyes and blond hair gleamed under the moonlight. She grinned at them as they stepped towards her.

"You must be Kyla!" Deviloila boomed, marching forward. "And you must be Kiloil! Hah! I haven't seen you two since you were knee-high!"

Before either could react, their Aunt reached out, gripping both of them by the shoulders. She clutched down hard. "Sturdy builds! Good genes like your Nans! I like it!"

Kyla was certain her spine had just cracked.

Her father chuckled nervously. "Denny, be gentle."

Denora released them with a hearty laugh.

"Come on, you lot! We have a lot to chat about!" She turned sharply, waving for them to follow. The two military guards beside her remained stone-faced, their hands clasped behind their backs.

Kyla glanced at her father, who simply smiled and gestured for them to move.

With no other choice, she and her family followed the boisterous woman into the depths of the skyport.

They had just arrived at their new home city - Starian.