The original host had just one wish—she wanted revenge.
Tsk, too bad we still don’t know who was behind it.
Little Wei stepped out the door, and the intelligent brain hovering around her slowly descended, transforming into a small silver foot-mounted flying device. If not for the original host’s memory confirming that this thing wouldn’t drop her to her death, Little Wei wouldn’t have dared to step on it.
The moment her foot landed, a transparent bubble emerged from beneath the flying device, enveloping her entirely.
This was an everyday-use flying device. If it were a combat model, there’d be no protective bubble to help maintain balance.
A blue light screen appeared before Little Wei’s eyes—this wasn’t a system interface, but an intelligent brain panel. It had navigation functions; just tap the destination, and the flying device would activate autopilot.
Little Wei thought this world was pretty great—at the very least, it was convenient.
"Interstellar Federation Academy."
She input the academy’s name and then sat down on the flying device.
With a whoosh, the device shot forward, leaving a silver streak across the sky.
The Interstellar Federation Academy was under the jurisdiction of the Federal Alliance. It boasted countless majors and thirty thousand outstanding students.
Excluding those with SS and SSR physiques, 70% of UR graduates were sent to the Federal Combat Force every year to maintain peace across the Federation, protect its planets, and fight against space pirates and insectoid invasions.
Today was new student registration day. When Little Wei arrived, she realized the academy was actually a floating city. The streets were lined with all kinds of shops—pharmacies, clothing stores, tailor shops—and shaded by trees. A fountain sparkled with silver light. Little Wei reached out to touch the trees—they were artificial, but the texture felt real.
A red banner stretched across the top of the academy: "Seniors welcome the 30th batch of new students!"
Just as Little Wei reached the entrance, a girl in a light blue chiffon dress walked up to her.
A school badge was pinned to the right side of her chest, displaying her name:
Zhong Ruyue.
Second-year, Healing Department.
"Hello, junior! You must be a new student from the SS district, right? I’m Zhong Ruyue, also an SS physique—I’m in the healing program." Zhong Ruyue extended a friendly hand, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.
But her eyes were still glistening, making her look easy to bully.
A delicate, soft SS.
The moment Zhong Ruyue appeared, many men and women turned to look—their auras were naturally intimidating, unmistakably UR.
Zhong Ruyue seemed used to such attention.
Little Wei shook her hand but also noticed a few blatant stares directed her way—so intense they made her skin crawl.
Holy crap!
Even though the original host had been decently attractive, she’d never been stared at like this before.
It was like they wanted to pin her down on the spot.
Mom, save me!
"Don’t be scared, junior. This is normal. Hand me your admission card—I’ll take you for a physique check first. After that, you can pick a major, and then I’ll get you your uniform."
Zhong Ruyue patted Little Wei’s shoulder and led her through the academy gates.
A few SS students—both male and female—rushed out of the examination room, their faces flushed. Little Wei didn’t understand why they were blushing until she stepped inside and immediately got it.
"Ahhh! Si, save me! I don’t wanna see this!" Little Wei felt like her eyes were about to be scarred for life.
But the examiner didn’t care.
"Ning Xiaowei, right? Strip and step into the scanner."
Little Wei: "..."
By the time she left the examination room, her face had gone numb.
"Don’t worry, these tests are for your own good." Zhong Ruyue found Little Wei’s dazed expression amusing and gave her another reassuring pat.
Little Wei stared at the data sheet in her hands. This wasn’t a physical—it was practically a premarital checkup.
"Oh, by the way, senior, under what circumstances can someone go to the battlefield?" Little Wei asked instinctively.
Can’t forget the mission.
There was still an unknown host in this world—who knew if they were already secretly grinding away?
"The battlefield? That’s for URs. We don’t need to go. Look, they’re still getting examined outside." Zhong Ruyue pointed in a direction.
Little Wei looked over and saw a line of people waiting their turn. They just had to place their hands on a device, wait for the light to flash, and then they’d get their results.
This made Little Wei pause.
They’re all human—why such a huge difference in treatment?
"Are you sure SS can’t go?" Little Wei bit her lip, unwilling to accept it.
What kind of joke were these SS professions anyway? Tailoring? Seriously? When she had to fight competitors later, they’d be pulling out all kinds of weapons and flashy moves, and she’d whip out a handkerchief to embroider flowers?
Is this for real?
"Yep. Our job is to win the favor of a powerful UR, then be good wives and mothers, having lots of babies to contribute our humble strength to the great Federal Alliance." Zhong Ruyue clasped her hands together, her cheeks pink as if she were making a wish.
Little Wei’s lips twitched.
Good wives and mothers?
Lots of babies?
Just imagining such a domestic scene made her skin crawl.
"By the way, Little Wei, let me check your data. Maybe you can apply for the Enchantress major—it’s super popular." Before Little Wei could react, Zhong Ruyue snatched the sheet from her hands.
Oh no!
Little Wei screamed internally. That sheet had everything—how could she let someone else see it? She was too underdeveloped—this was humiliating.
"Not bad, Little Wei! Your upper body stats are a bit lacking, but don’t worry—the academy has excellent nutritionists. With your current physique, you’re already a genius among SS." Zhong Ruyue handed the sheet back, her eyes full of admiration.
Little Wei facepalmed.
Was Zhong Ruyue saying she had a high fertility rate or that she was naturally seductive?
Neither sounded like a compliment.
Might as well find a building to jump off.
But Zhong Ruyue didn’t give her the chance. She took her to the major selection area. Each department had its own application zone—just step inside, and the intelligent brain would display an info panel about the program.
Applications could be submitted directly through the intelligent brain.
Little Wei floated along on her flying device, following Zhong Ruyue, but still couldn’t find a major she liked.
Cooking, tailoring, literature, fashion design—all kinds of nonsense.
Zhong Ruyue’s healing program was the only one that even remotely appealed to her.
Dammit, was she doomed to be a healer in this world too?
Little Wei glanced at the other side, where new students were receiving their starter mechas. With mechanical wings sprouting from their backs and full combat gear, each one looked different—but Little Wei’s mouth watered at the sight.
What man doesn’t love mechas?
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