Tempest of the Stellar War

On the way back, Huiyin was also wrestling with complex emotions. She did not know what she should do. Should she avoid him? Inside, she felt longing, but also apprehension.

“Angela, what should a person do when they can’t make up their mind?” Huiyin asked.

“Toss a coin,” Angela joked. “I’m kidding. The person should ask themselves which one will make them feel blessed. Fortune and happiness are undoubtedly the most important.”

“The problem is, I don’t know which will bring me happiness. Advancing might not bring happiness, and neither might retreating. It’s hard to I choose whether to fight or not.” Huiyin was at a loss. Sometimes, the struggle lay in making the decision, not in the consequences.

“If that’s the case, then a person should ask themselves if they will regret it if they lose it,” Angela said.

Regret… if lost?

Huiyin felt like she could not breathe.

Seeing the way that Huiyin was, Angela smiled. “Your Highness, there’s a phrase that goes ‘let nature take its course.’ Isn’t that better? Don’t fret about it.”

“Angela, thank you.” Huiyin gave her a beautiful smile.

“It is my greatest honor to receive the praise of the Princess,” Angela said.

Angela was ike a sister, teacher, and mother to Lin Huiyin. Kashawen had no time to be a mother. She could only be the Prime Minister.

Dong Er came to Wang Zhenghong’s laboratory. Wang Zhenghong broke out into a smile upon seeing his daughter. His daughter had taken her mother’s surname. Although humanity had progressed this far, it was a hue concession by Aslan standards, because his wife had almost fallen out with her family over the issue. As a man, there were times when one had to back down. And at least he was very happy now. There was no tragedy like Romeo and Juliet. And now, the family had mentioned changing it back, but Wang Zhenghong saw no need. What was most important was that his family was happy.

“Little wench, why are you so free to find me here today?”

“Dad, why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?” Dong Er accused.

“Oh? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wang Zhenghong teased.

“It’s that person of course! What’s his origin? Why does he seem so mysterious?” Dong Er asked curiously.

“Did you all torment him today?” Wang Zhenghong asked.

“We didn’t. But things did happen outside of our expectations.” Dong Er laid out what happened, and that offended Wang Zhenghong.

“Paars, that scoundrel. Enter our house? No chance even in the next lifetime,” Wang Zhenghong said adamantly.

“I don’t like those cowardly types either. But it seems like Wang Zheng was forced to come. They might not like your precious daughter.”

“Little wench, are you stirring the pot with your old man? I already said it. Just be friends. Let fate decide the future. I do feel like this kid isn’t bad. Be friends with him, and maybe he can change your fickle personality,” Wang Zhenghong said.

“What kind of father are you, to make it sound like no one wants your daughter? He isn’t that great!” Dong Er said.

“I didn’t say anything.” Wang Zhenghong laughed. “This guy has very profound attainments in math and space physics. Some of the theories he raised have advanced humanity by 10 years. A pity that he has ambitions elsewhere, sigh.”

Thinking about this, Wang Zhenghong felt a pang of regret. Although each had his own ambition, the way he saw it, exploring space’s mysteries was a far more glorious undertaking than being a fighter.

Mu Fengchun, Gail, Butcher, all those who had met him before had given him the highest evaluation. That was rare in recent years.

Now, on the topic of theories, Wang Zhenghong was excited. He did not care if Dong Er understood or was interested. He launched into an in depth explanation, and his tone grew more wistful the more he said.

Dong Er was speechless. He was praised over the moon. The problem was that what she had just heard was a completely different kettle of fish. How could one guy accomplish so much?

Was he even human?

Suddenly, Dong Er thought of the way he had sat composedly by himself. That peaceful and contented manner.

What was he thinking of?

Perhaps, just as her father said, she should get to know this guy better. Perhaps she would find a different life with him.

In materially abundant Aslan, especially for royalty, the emotional world was most important.

As for the fallen “rich heirs,” they were rare on Aslan. Aslan nobility set the highest standards for themselves, and imposed extra standards on the next generation of heirs. They were tested with competition and goals. From young, they were raised in a way that those with ability were still accorded the highest respect.

The capital of Aslan was not a place that you could see in a day. But it was apparent that the various members from all over the world were entertained. Of course, a few competitors had gone nowhere, hard at training, and slogging their guts out. A hurriedly polished gun would gleam, even if it was slow on the draw.

After three days, the various military school teams had all arrived, and the entire SIG competitor zone became lively. There were all kinds of people, and Mu Zhen did not stand out.

The Caucans, for example, had four hands. That was quite something. Of course, there were all kinds of fish in the sea. There were still many strict rules for SIG, which prevented provocation and conflict. With different customs, such fights could break out easily. This was something that SIG would not allow. All would be settled on the competition field.

10 in the morning. The various teams’ main members had gathered in the Saintly Light Great Hall for the formal announcement of SIG schedule and rules.

All participating students needed to wear their own school uniforms, with switches strictly prohibited.

There was no use trying to challenge these rules. No matter how good one felt, individuals were always miniscule in the eyes of a society.

The designated rules were not to emphasise anything, but simply to keep order.

At the same time, it came with a sense of pride. SIG was a battle for one’s own planet and school.

Wang Zheng led Saruman Snake’s core members in. Zhang Shan, Achilles, Lie Xin, Snow Li. The instant the doors opened, a hush fell over the hall. Everyone’s eyes were on them.

“Elite Academy X – Saruman Snake battle team!”

Their school uniforms had a resplendent X emblazoned, with a Tita Star Saruman Snake motif on the side.

Wang Zheng could feel the heat in that instant. This was the attention of countless pros.

Because they were the Greatest King at Elite Academy X, and also the number 1 hot favorite on the leaderboards.

In a warrior’s world, this was the height of glory.

“The one at the front is Wang Zheng.”

“I heard that guy is hailed as first in the universe.”

“That’s too overboard. First in the universe? He must love to brag.”

“Whether he’s first or not, we’ll only know if we face him. Beating him is the best way to overnight glory.”

“Looks pretty ordinary. This blockhead can dominate Elite Academy X?”

“Don’t be too caught up with Elite Academy X. They’re just circlejerkers. When we face them we’ll form our own judgement.”

“I’ve seen his matches before. He’s strong. Even if he’s not the strongest, he’s up there with the best. In the whole SIG, I’m afraid there are maybe only 10 or so who can be at that level.”

After a short period of calm, countless discussions broke out. Now Wang Zheng and the rest had to learn to adapt to the reception for the strongest.

It did not matter what others said. What mattered was to be themselves.