Chapter 10 I thought I was an ordinary person
It's been really hard to beat the rankings lately, especially since I have to keep my mental control level at A-level, and my win rate can only be maintained at around 50%. The system previously set a target of 436 wins, but because I've lost a lot recently, the number of wins required has increased from around 120 to 150.
The main point is to score in the opposite direction, which made me realize that life is full of ups and downs.
"It seems like you're turning into a battle maniac." Morse seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"You've been slacking off lately." I looked at Morse, who hadn't participated in our team's training much recently.
Morse looked around, then whispered something that took me completely by surprise: "...I'm engaged."
I:?
Okay, okay, you guys really don’t work hard anymore now that you’re in love.
——If you have no woman in your heart and draw your sword, you will be a natural god. You have already fallen.
"What's with that expression?" Morse was a bit annoyed. My expression was probably too obvious. "Besides, I'm fifteen years old and I'm about to be promoted to the advanced department! I'm doing this to study!"
"Oh." You see whether I believe it or not.
But at the age of fifteen, the senior department...
Doesn’t this mean that next year, Angel will be going to middle school?
After spending a long time with them, I have come to understand the schooling model of the imperial aristocracy. They receive aristocratic education before the age of twelve, then enter the elementary department of the Imperial Military Academy, the advanced department at the age of fifteen, and join the army at the age of eighteen.
It is a very complete set of gilding procedures. Generally speaking, there are several imperial military academies, and the nobles will choose according to their own factions.
Morse rolled his eyes and didn't bother to tell me.
"Oh, by the way, are you really not considering coming to the Empire to study?"
"Honestly, you're quite well-known in our little circle." Morse stroked his chin. "You're a commoner genius from a remote planet. My family wants to recruit you."
No, what's the matter, is it just something for teenagers to discuss???
Aren't the nobles in your empire a little too precocious?
I am 13 years old this year, but actually I am 11 years old. If I am not mentally mature, who would consider this kind of problem? Theoretically, I am still watching short videos and playing crappy mobile games on Star Network Aba Aba, and then I was logged off by the underage anti-addiction program!
Perhaps my confusion was too obvious, so Morse sighed.
"You don't think that A-level mental power is very common, do you?"
"Sometimes you act more mature than me, but other times you lack even more common sense than my three-year-old sister."
——So you have a younger sister?!
And it's not my fault, right? In Nebula, the average person is B-level or above, with A-level making up the majority, and a few S-level as well. They haven't even been given names in this article yet, so it's normal for me to pretend to be an A-level and feel like an ordinary person, right?!
"In the Empire's military, an A-rank soldier can, at the very least, attain the rank of colonel upon joining. Among the tens of billions of people within the Empire, the only ones capable of actually piloting mechas in combat must possess a mental strength of B-rank or higher. Currently, there are fewer than 100,000 registered individuals," Morse said gravely. "And there are fewer than 10,000 A-rank soldiers, and even fewer who can actually pilot mechas."
"The Empire is so vast, and even on the current capital planet, there are only a few dozen permanent residents above level A, and half of them are students from the Capital Military Academy."
After listening to him, I finally felt a certain sense of reality. Are the settings so rigorous now?
"Emmmm... I think I'm still a baby. I shouldn't be thinking about these things so early."
Let's talk about it at least until he is 18 years old. Besides, I won't really live here forever. After my brother has a happy ending, I will run away.
——After all, I am no longer a pathetic office worker who is considering developing his future career!
I'm just a happy tool!
"...Sometimes, you and Ingres are really alike." Morse took a deep breath and felt that everything he said before was in vain. He thought that he would go back home in the evening and tell his father that he had failed in recruiting.
This little genius simply doesn't have the brains for this.
"By the way, it seems that Angel has been online less recently?" I remembered that the protagonist's younger brother seemed to be online less frequently recently, and he couldn't stay online for long every time he was online.
"He's officially going to school next year, and he's been preparing his admission documents recently. And as you know his identity, his every move is being watched by the entire empire, so the pressure is quite high."
"And wasn't there some news recently that questioned whether it was detrimental to the physical and mental development of children from noble families who were enrolled at too young an age?"
I remember that news. When I was secretly surfing the Internet, I saw that this topic was ranked first on the Star Network's hot search for three days.
It turns out it has something to do with my younger brother!
She is worthy of being the group’s favorite.
"The admission age for the Capital Military Academy is 18 years old or younger. After completing the elementary course credits, you can enter the advanced course. If you come next year, you can still be classmates with Angel."
Morse sent over a copy of the admission instructions for the Capital Military Academy.
"He and I are not in the same grade as Alice Alpha. To be honest, I'm quite worried that he will be bullied when he starts school."
"After all, he doesn't know when he will awaken his spiritual power."
I know - it was probably around the time he entered school, and he was a shocking second SSS level.
But the matter of admission.
To be honest, I'm a little moved——
But I still didn't say anything. After all, I am an adult, and in the adult world, I can no longer do whatever I want.
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My friends' online times gradually staggered, but I was still playing ranked games as usual. Maybe it was really like Morse said, my popularity increased, and many people challenged me.
I also naturally turned on the simulated mental power and then fought at SS level.
But it was obvious that many people came here for sightseeing.
I no longer want to know what image I have among this circle of aristocrats. There are even some old guys who are obviously not teenagers who come to test me.
There is also a lot of recruitment information.
Is this what Long Aotian feels like?
I told Lin about this, and Lin told my cheap dad. These two people told me to handle it myself. As long as I don't reveal my identity and betray everyone, it's fine.
Oh, they all tacitly didn't tell Ars.
He's been extremely busy lately, avoiding being hunted down - well, this guy blew up several illegal experimental bases, stole a lot of stuff, and rescued some children who were subjected to human experiments.
Because he was too righteous, his wanted list was written as a rebel who disrupted national security.
——Then he started a live broadcast and righteously said that he was a space pirate, not a righteous partner, and said that he belonged to the Nebula Group.
Good, good, and then the amount of his wanted warrant doubled again.
But this also means that he has almost no time to take care of me, nice.
Because of his particularly flashy, what I call colorful, black mecha, he now has the nickname "Black Crow" and everyone thinks he is the heir of his cheap dad.
Then he started another live broadcast, asking them not to spread rumors, saying that he was just a deputy and the legitimate heir was the cheap father's child, and that he was insignificant compared to that child, that is, me.
He looks like a complete brain-dead fan.
Jamila and Lin forced me to watch the live broadcast recording, which made me dig my toes into the ground.
Then I got a wanted warrant without having done anything illegal.
The name is unknown, but the title is "White Crow", and the bounty is about the same as Ars...
To be honest, it's too obvious that you journalists are trying to distort the truth and fabricate stories to create a couple.
The abacus beads fell on my face!
Then my cheap dad didn't mind the trouble and held a celebration party for me.
In name, it was to celebrate my entry into the top 50 in the StarNet Mecha rankings, but in reality, it was to celebrate the fact that I had a wanted warrant.
And I blocked Yars.
As a result, just three months later, two months into my two-year plan, Ars disappeared.
The last message from Ars was located near the capital of the empire. If I'm not mistaken, this guy should have been captured.
I don't need to think to know who can catch him.
My future brother-in-law, the empire's only SSS-rank, Atelier Ivi.
The good news is that his current crime is not punishable by death.
Bad news, I don't know where it was caught.
We must rescue him as soon as possible.
Looking at the entire nebula now, I am the most suitable person to save Ars.
After all, it is normal for me to go to school in the Capital Star, but now there are only three months left before the Capital Military Academy starts.
I silently opened the Star Network contact book.
Silently swiped to Morse's dialog box.
"Brother, is it too late for me to enter the Capital Military Academy now?"
As the saying goes, in any world, it’s easier to talk if you have some connections.
The next day I received the application form and a series of materials that needed to be prepared. I submitted the application within a week and soon received the time for the military academy's special entrance examination.
I need to go to the capital to take the entrance examination on the 10th of next month.
Tongtong, can my mission be postponed? There's a big problem—
[Ding ding ding, I'm here, host. I can temporarily freeze your mission time. Only the time you enter the training room will be counted. All other backdoors will be blocked... Woo woo.]
OK.
In a sense, I might be able to fight if I find time, and if I want to find someone in the capital, I will definitely have to contact those nobles.
Then A-level mental power may not be enough.
I shared this idea with several family leaders.
"Well... actually we didn't ask you to hide your identity at the beginning. We just saw you were having so much fun, so we didn't say anything." Jamila scratched his head, and his bald head looked even brighter.
I:?
"After all, Alger seems to have liked pretending to be mediocre since he was a child, even though he's actually quite capable." Lin also agreed.
I:? ?
The cheap dad laughed out loud, "Looks like me, worthy of being my son. When I go out, I also like to say that I am an ordinary person, hahahahaha."
I:? ? ?
No, huh? I'm really ordinary. I was just a little bit awesome as a kid, but I consider myself an ordinary adult.
Don't give me such a weird character!
Perhaps my confusion was too obvious. Lin looked at me with some pity. "Why do you think Yars is so disappointed in you? He sees your slacking off as a waste of talent. And you can easily complete his tasks while slacking off. To him, it means he thinks you haven't reached your limits yet."
"Sometimes you really don't have much self-awareness, Alger."
I was silent, I was shocked.
A good office worker should be able to slack off while working, right?! And since my body is a copy of my protagonist's younger brother, it's only natural for me to do this!
In short, this discussion ended with me slamming the door and leaving in anger. Who am I hiding my identity for, this group of people? What if they find out that I’m too talented and have overshadowed my brother’s brilliance?
If I get promoted and become rich in the empire and reach the pinnacle of my life because of my genius, and then I don’t return to this criminal hometown, you will cry!
Anyway, I packed up my things in a hurry out of rage and left a note overnight, threatening the guard to send me to a nearby planet within the imperial territory and buy the fastest starship ticket to the empire.
Since you like to make fun of me so much, there will be no protagonist at your farewell party tomorrow!
Then I sat in the cabin of the starship and fell silent as I looked at the pile of strange things in my space button.
Who on earth would stuff a bunch of hot weapons into the space button of a child under the age of twelve?
Will I really not be arrested before entering the capital?
And what is that mecha box? When was it put in there?!
You are scarier than those doting parents. Am I going to the capital planet to complete some terrorist attack mission?
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