Hahahahha~


    Today was the big day!


    Carl shot out of his bed, plunging between the bathroom and bedroom severally.


    One minute he was in the shower, another minute he was dressed, and one minute more, he wasbing his hair.


    "Morning, dad... Morning mom!"


    He quickly pecked his parents, who handed him a long sandwich. And before they could properly talk to their son, he was out the door.


    Bam!


    The couple looked at each other anxiously.


    "Don''t worry, Martha... Our boy was blessed to be chosen for this special project."


    "But working in the Lower region is a high honor. And though our son is smart, don''t you know how yful he can be at times? Aiii~... Don''t tell me he''s going to cause an ident. Please dear ancestors, remove the water from the boy''s mind!!"


    The husband opened his mouth, wanting to retort and speak up for his son, but found no words came out his mouth.


    s...


    "Maybe we should offer more prayers to our ancestors."


    "Hubby, I think so too."


    Like so, the couple lost their appetite, nning to begin a grueling period of fasting and prayers for their son.


    ''Dear ancestors, is it toote to hear our prayers?''


    ''...''


    Go, Go, go!


    Carl rushed to the nearest bus stop, reaching there 3 minutes before the bus''s designated time.


    His heart was pounding, his face flushed, his body slightly sweaty, and his feet tapping the floor in an action that relieved his tension.


    Carl thinned his lips, looking at therge gathering around the bus stop.


    It was 5:30 A.M.


    And the gathering was already a big one.


    Carl took deep breaths, squeezing the straps of his backpack hard.


    ''The lower region... The dream ce for all engineers and scientists. How big is it truly?''


    Carl couldn''t help fantasizing about his expectations, feeling himself being a protagonist in a fantasy novel.


    F***!


    Do you know how many people would kill to be in his position?


    It''s true that in hisst year of public school beforeing of age, every Saturday, the school arranged field trips across Baymard''s Capital and other uing sites in the many Baynard territories.


    Sometimes, the field trips would include both Baymardian students and international students when visiting public ces that internal students would potentially work in.


    And in other times, the field trips were strictly for Baymardians students, taking them into the Lower region, the army, and other ces of top secret interest.


    Many had even seen the Navy headquarters too.


    All in all, during everyone''sst year, these field trips were meant to allow them to see what sort of jobs they would like after graduating anding of age.


    .


    Carl ran his fingers through his hair nervously.


    He, Carl, came from Banjo vige, one of Baymard''s territories.<novelnext>  </novelnext>


    Every weekday, he would board the school bus punctually before taking a 1 hour, 15-minute ride to the closest town for school.


    Because the bus made a few stops on various routes along the way, it took that much time. But if one were in a private vehicle driving, it would be a measly 20 minutes.


    20 minutes!!!


    It was amazing how short the time was when remembering how one could spend 6 hours walking at a steady pace between both regions without any rest.


    A big emphasis on the word ''rest.'' Because if they were to factor in the fact that the times they stopped to eat or even rest due to the uneven terrain, Carl had never used less than 9 hours to get to the closest town from his vige.


    And yet, a car could use just 20 minutes to get the job done.


    Amazing!


    The power of technology was indeed a divine entity.


    Going back to his past, he began schooling when he was 13 and 10 months old.


    Baymard built impressive schools from wood that looked like lumber castles.


    They were tall, sturdy, and robust, with strange wood that hardly caught fire.


    Just how did they do it? How could they stop lumber from shing so much?


    If it were back in the past, many residents would have begun carrying people to burn on stakes as witches and sorcerers. Or they would have taken the wood as some treasure dropped from the heavens by their ancestors.


    But now they knew better, knowing it was all the work of science.


    Baymard had built many such schools around.


    Again, if one wants to transfer to the school in the Capital, they must meet the requirements. This was put in ce to keep people steady.


    After all, if everyone was to leave for the Capital, then who would better these other regions?


    The schools would be empty, and that wouldn''t make sense. So in the end, Carl graduated from the public school in Gagetown.


    In hisst year of public school, he had a brief tour across the Lower region, as well as several vital other regions scattered about Baymard''s many territories.


    Development wasing at full speed, and there were opportunities for many of them here. And after graduating from public school, some decided to work in their local post offices scattered about, others chose to work at the branch banks opening up, and so on.


    Some also worked at the wild center resorts in other towns and cities, while others worked within the many government-built branch offices scattered about


    But for Carl, ever since he stepped into the Lower Region, in particr, Overseer Tim''s industry, he had always yearned to be an engineer.


    And that''s why he began applying to the Baymardian Institute of Science and Engineering after graduating.


    The entrance examination was indeed tough. But before the exam, he packed his bag and stayed in the Capital for 3 months, having ess to some books the school in gauge town didn''t have.


    Yes! This was what made the Capital, the Capital!


    He went over several aspects and secured a spot in the academy. From there, he studied for 2 years rigorously.


    The academy had rules. Only in one''s 3rd year could they be part-time students.


    Yes!


    It''s alreadyte August, and the academy resumed sses in the first week of August. So he was already a 3rd-year student!


    But before the academy resumed, he used the holiday period to apply for all sorts of part-time jobs within Tim''s industry. And that was how he got his first job in the Lower Region.


    .


    Vmmmm!!!!


    Carl woke from his stupor.


    The bus was here.


    How exciting!