Cannon fodder in the Interstellar

After the first-year students returned from their training, the campus online was filled with various exciting stories and joyful shares about the experience. The anecdotes were truly fascinating.

However, there was no information about the first-year elite class not participating in the training on the campus network.

“The school wouldn’t allow that to be discussed,” Dean Atchison said, clearly aware of the situation. “No one can guarantee there aren’t infiltrators in the school.”

“When will this damn period end? I’m going crazy; I haven’t had a single day off,” Sheila complained, looking very frustrated.

“It should be over soon; just be patient,” Tamaki Kazia comforted her with a good-natured tone.

Hua Deli and Mina-Olli, the original male and female leads, remained calm throughout. So far, Ruo Manni hadn’t heard either of them complain once.

As for Hebrew Adam, his dark expression made it clear that no one dared to probe whether he was annoyed.

While the campus network was buzzing with joy, the first-year elite class felt increasingly irritated, wondering who the hell was placing bounties on their heads, forcing them to be confined like this. They cursed those responsible to the underworld.

They desperately wanted to go out and train.

Initially, the first-year elite class felt a bit stifled, but after being provoked, their restlessness turned into frustration, which grew to the point where they couldn’t focus on their training. Eventually, even Ruo Manni was affected.

“Hebrew, after the big prince caught so many assassins, did he find any clues?” Dean Atchison asked, seizing the opportunity after class.

Since he learned that Ruo Manni was his cousin, he had taken a seat beside her, while Hebrew Adam was sitting right behind her, making it convenient for him to ask.

Hebrew Adam frowned. “There are some clues, but we can’t trace them back to the source.”

Dean Atchison said in disappointment, “Do we have to stay at the school forever?”

The elite class members fell silent and listless; they had no say in the matter.

Unexpectedly, that evening, while the elite class was waiting for the instructor’s one-on-one training session, Instructor Dudley told them, “Bring all your belongings.”

Without needing any further words, the elite class immediately lit up, eagerly indicating that besides the beds in their dorms, everything they owned was packed in their spatial storage and ready to go. They didn’t need to tidy up; they could act immediately.

Their impatience made Dudley chuckle, “The time hasn’t come yet; your eagerness won’t help.”

What? They had to wait! For how long? Uncertain! This left the impatient elite class feeling anxious.

Ruo Manni couldn’t help but suspect that Instructor Dudley had deliberately shared the news early just to test their “patience.”

In the end, the elite class waited for a full four hours, and just as their excitement was fading, Instructor Dudley finally received the signal and waved, saying, “Let’s go.”

Instructor Han Zhengbang, along with Instructor Dudley and four fifth-level martial artists from the campus security, quietly took the first-year elite class onto a hovercraft late at night, flying to the military space station on the Imperial Star.

This military spaceship was nothing like the small spacecraft Ruo Manni took from Topaz Star to Imperial Star; this one was at least ten times larger.

However, once they entered the warship, they were transported via a conveyor belt to an empty area. The hangar was so small it resembled a family living room.

Ruo Manni “looked around.” This was a very independent living area, separated from other parts of the warship. As long as they didn’t go outside, they wouldn’t see any soldiers, ensuring a high level of confidentiality.

Originally, there were eighteen of them when they left the school, but now there were actually twenty-four people in the hangar. The extra six were middle-aged individuals whose auras were repressed and unremarkable. However, upon closer inspection, two of them were seventh-level martial artists, while the others were sixth-level.

No one asked who these six people were, but Ruo Manni quickly realized they must be the bodyguards of Hebrew Adam. Usually, they could remain hidden, but aboard the warship, they had to reveal their identities.

However… Ruo Manni fixed her gaze on one of the seventh-level martial artists, feeling that this person’s aura was very familiar…

The seventh-level martial artist noticed Ruo Manni’s attention and smiled slightly at her. Ruo Manni nearly gasped; she recognized him. This was the person who had chased away the assassins trying to enter her room back on Topaz Star.

This person had been her shadow guard all along? Who had arranged this? Was it Hua Deqi or the Crown Prince? They must be heading to a dangerous place if the shadow guards had to reveal themselves for protection.

Among the two seventh-level shadow guards, one must be hers, while the other was definitely Hebrew Adam’s. This meant the shadow guard was likely arranged by the Crown Prince, as only he could mobilize guards of such high level.

“Now that we’re out of the Imperial Star, Instructor, where are we going?” Dean Atchison quietly asked Instructor Dudley.

“It’s a military secret; no probing. You’ll know when you get there. For now, go straight to the rooms assigned to you and stay there. You’re not allowed to come out until instructed,” Instructor Dudley replied.

“So mysterious! The instructors are too nervous,” Dean Atchison said somewhat disgruntledly to Ruo Manni.

“Safety first,” Ruo Manni replied.

The instructors arranged to prevent any leaks about their whereabouts. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have chosen to move in the dead of night, avoiding other people at the school. While it restricted their movements, it was also for their own safety, especially since the assassination bounty issue hadn’t been resolved yet.

Ruo Manni felt that her bounty of one hundred million credits made her life very dangerous; she had no interest in courting death. Dean Atchison, ranked twelfth on the assassination bounty list, had a tempting reward as well, yet he seemed unconcerned. It was likely that one of the six guards was his shadow guard.

By this time, it was already late at night, and the elite class members were being driven by the instructors to obediently enter their assigned rooms to rest.

Ruo Manni noticed that the seventh-level shadow guard lived next door to her, while the other seventh-level guard was indeed next to Hebrew Adam.

Next to Hua Deli was a sixth-level warrior, as were Dean Atchison, Mina-Olli, and Su forty -three.

Ruo Manni was somewhat surprised. Although Sheila’s family was not as prominent as Mina-Olli’s, it wasn’t far off either, so it was unlikely they couldn’t provide even one fifth-level guard. The absence of one was probably due to their lack of regard for Sheila.

Given Sheila’s potential for cultivation, she would certainly receive full support and protection in a first-rate noble family. In a second-rate family, wouldn’t she be even more valued?

However, Sheila didn’t even have a single shadow guard; no wonder this poor girl had such a twisted personality—she had clearly been neglected in her family.

Ruo Manni recalled Sheila Shahin’s stepmother. Did her stepmother have such a significant influence on the Sheila family’s direct line? Was Sheila’s father completely inept?