Chapter 945: A huge space ship Chapter 945: A huge space ship From MC’s Perspective: As I listened intently to their conversation, a silent understanding passed between the two Envoys.
Their eyes met, confirming something unspoken.
“It’s time,” Clinton said, his voice grave.
The friendly tone had vanished, replaced by a solemn demeanor.
“You can come with us, Zack,” Sally said, her voice carrying the authority of a University elder.
Their sudden shift in demeanor sent a jolt through me.
I turned to Teacher Lowell, Jonathan, and the Federation Head.
“Don’t worry, kid.
I’ll take care of your friends in the Outerpost region,” Lowell assured me with a reassuring smile.
He knew what was troubling me.
As a Tier-4 region resident, I was concerned about the safety of my friends.
Any organization in the Inner Post region that dared to harm them would face severe consequences.
“Young Master Zack, we’ll be fine,” Jonathan added.
He had more to say but chose to remain silent.
This was not the time for idle chatter.
The Envoys were preparing to depart.
“If you need anything in the future, don’t hesitate to contact us,” the Federation Head said.
I nodded, my heart filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
I followed Clinton and Sally, unsure of their exact power ranks.
We exited the Headquarters Building through a secret passage.
As we walked, I couldn’t shake a growing sense of unease.
Despite my worries, I was also filled with anticipation.
A new world awaited me, promising adventure and growth.
Soon, we reached an open expanse devoid of buildings.
My gaze was drawn to a colossal black spaceship, surrounded by three hundred warriors.
I gasped, my breath caught in my throat.
The sight was awe-inspiring.
The warriors looked like tiny ants compared to the massive spaceship.
As we approached the spaceship, the three hundred Federation-clad warriors fell silent.
Their eyes were fixed on me, filled with envy and jealousy.
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It was as if they couldn’t wait to tear me apart.
“Who is he?” “How can he be walking with the Envoys?” “His face looks familiar.” “I know him!
He’s Zack Lockwood.” “He’s Lord Lowell McClain’s student, the Silver Mark Warrior.” Clinton and Sally could hear the murmurs echoing through the crowd.
“Hmph,” Clinton snorted, his voice a thunderclap that reverberated through the ranks of the three hundred warriors.
Their ears rang, and some winced in pain.
Fear etched their faces as they realized the true danger they faced.
We stepped forward and stood before the aircraft.
“Stay with us,” Sally instructed.
“Yes, Elder,” I replied.
The warriors heard our words and their hearts filled with envy once more.
But they were not foolish enough to provoke the Envoys.
Clinton’s gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes piercing through their hearts like sharp lights.
The three hundred warriors lowered their heads in fear, none daring to meet his gaze.
A sense of satisfaction washed over Clinton.
He wanted to teach these warriors a simple lesson, to dispel their foolish fantasies.
“Listen closely, everyone,” Clinton said in a chilling tone.
“The Tier-4 region is not a playground.
If you carry the same arrogance there, you’ll be dust before you know it.” “So, before the Trial begins, I suggest you refrain from any unnecessary actions,” he added.
The three hundred warriors nodded, their fear palpable.
They ranged from SSS-ELITE Rank to Black Mark Warriors, but not a single SS-ELITE Rank Warrior was among them.
My heart pounded with each word Clinton uttered.
I had no clue about his strength rank, but his voice was commanding and persuasive.
Watching the warriors’ submissive behavior, I couldn’t help but scoff internally.
Clinton stood tall, his sharp eyes surveying the warriors and crew members.
He let out a quiet breath, the unspoken urgency hanging heavy in the air.
“Enough time has been wasted,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the murmurs.
“Board the spaceship in an orderly manner.” The warriors began to move, their boots echoing against the metallic ground as they approached the massive spaceship.
It stood like a silent titan, its sleek exterior gleaming under the dim light.
Ancient symbols, faintly glowing, etched its dark hull, hinting at the powerful technology within.
As the last warriors boarded, Clinton turned to me.
His cool, assessing gaze met mine.
“Come with me.” I nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Stepping into the spaceship, I was struck by the contrast between its sturdy exterior and spacious interior.
It felt like a small city tucked away in the stars, easily accommodating over 500 warriors.
“Is this…
some kind of space element involved?” I muttered, surprised by the ship’s otherworldly feel.
It seemed as if space itself had been bent and expanded to fit this grand design.
I noticed various rooms lining the walls, each marked with symbols indicating their purpose.
This was more than just accommodation.
Some rooms were clearly meant for training, equipped with advanced technology that hummed with energy.
I could almost feel the raw potential of the warriors who would train here.
As we continued deeper into the ship, the hum of machinery and faint chatter of the crew echoed around us.
This was more than just a transport vessel; it was a fortress in space, a floating base designed to keep its warriors ready for anything.
Clinton led me to a larger chamber, the walls adorned with glowing control panels and complex displays.
This was clearly a command center, where key decisions were made.
The air felt heavier, charged with purpose.
My footsteps echoed slightly as I followed Clinton inside, my mind racing to keep up with everything I was seeing.
The warriors silently boarded the ship, their movements swift and efficient.
In the blink of an eye, all three hundred warriors had settled into their places within the vessel.
10 minutes later, Meanwhile, Sally, the ship’s expert pilot, strode confidently toward the cockpit.
As she reached the controls, the ship seemed to come to life, vibrating softly beneath our feet.
The engines let out a low, resonant hum, signaling our imminent departure.
The space outside the viewports shimmered, the stars barely visible against the dark expanse.
Soon, this ship would break through the atmosphere, leaving the inner post region behind.
Whatever lay ahead was unknown, but the vastness of space, now within reach, held an intoxicating sense of possibility.
Clinton’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“Stay close, Zack.
Things are about to move quickly.” I nodded, my gaze lingering on the ship’s systems, my thoughts already racing ahead to the journey that awaited us.
Shortly afterwards, Sally methodically activated the autopilot settings, her fingers gliding over the holographic controls with practiced ease.
The hum of the ship’s engines intensified, signaling the ship was ready for its long journey through space.
With a soft sigh, she turned on her heel and exited the room, her boots making a dull thud on the metal floor as the doors hissed shut behind her.
As she emerged into the main deck, a sense of unease settled over me.
My brow furrowed instinctively.
I had expected the journey to feel instantaneous, like the teleportation we had used so many times before.
Instead, there was a palpable sense of time passing, the subtle vibrations of the ship suggesting movement through space.
Something was different.
Noticing the confusion etched across my face, Clinton, who had been leaning casually against a console, stepped forward.
His expression was calm, almost amused, as if he had seen this reaction countless times.
“We’re taking a specific route,” Clinton explained, his voice steady and reassuring.
“It’s a safe passage.
If we traveled through a regular route, we’d risk running into a space crack.” “Space cracks?” I repeated, my voice faltering as a cold shiver ran down my spine.
I had heard of space cracks before-ruptures in the fabric of space-time that could tear ships apart without warning.
They were unpredictable, deadly, and often left no trace of their victims.
The very thought of encountering one made my stomach churn, yet Clinton spoke of them with casual indifference.
“Yeah,” he said with a shrug, “but don’t worry.
This path avoids them.
We’ll be fine.” I nodded, though the uneasy feeling didn’t leave me.
Sally glanced at me and instantly noticed the fear etched on my face, my attempt to mask it failing miserably.
Her gaze softened, and she stepped closer, her voice low and soothing as she tried to put me at ease.
“Don’t worry, Zack,” she said, her tone confident but gentle.
“This safe passage isn’t something just anyone knows about.
It’s only accessible to those connected with Star University.
No one else can even chart a course through it.” Her words were meant to reassure, and I nodded as though I believed them.
But despite the logic behind what she said, a lingering fear continued to gnaw at me, deep in my chest.
The vastness of space and the unpredictable dangers lurking within it weren’t easily brushed aside.
No matter how “safe” this passage was supposed to be, the idea of hurtling through the black void was enough to keep my heart racing.
Clinton, sensing the tension, broke the silence with a calm, authoritative nod.
“Alright,” he said, “you can head to your room now.
Get some rest before we get any deeper into the route.
We’ve got some time.” I met their gazes and forced a weak smile, trying to mask the apprehension still gnawing at me.
“Okay,” I muttered, my voice barely audible.
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