Seated around arge oval-shaped table, several imposing men and women had pensive looks on their faces.


    All of them were staring seriously at the dozens of holographic screens, which had appeared above the oval-shaped table.


    Various statistics, personal assessments, rankings, and videos were disyed on holographic screens.


    "The supeputer finishedputing the aptitude assessments. La generated the ranking ording to the given instructions. It''s done," A young man with a long white coat and blue jeans reported. He stared intently at the holographic screen in front of him and made a few adjustments.


    "Are you sure that is the correct ranking, Harry? Are you sure that you didn''t give La faultymands? Maybe she broke down from all the information we''ve provided in such a short period!" A young-looking, but serious woman asked.


    She had long crimson hair and ruby-colored eyes that highlighted her unusualbat uniform even more.


    "A supeputer breaking down from some measly pieces of information? Please don''t take La lightly. She is amongst the best 10 supeputers of mankind. Her artificial intelligence is on par with us humans, and herputing skills are a thousandfold advanced, if not more!" Harry Baren retorted with a deep frown on his face.


    He was the same young man, who had tested Michael''s Soultrait and Soul Power level, and the only one who voiced his concerns aloud. The atmosphere around him changed drastically the moment he spoke but Harry Baren was unfazed by the immense pressure filling the room. Almost everyone in the room other than him was a powerful Lord or Adventurer, but Harry didn''t care.


    The crimson-haired woman scoffed at Harry''sment, but she diverted her focus back to the final ranking of the applicants from all over Elyra.


    Out of millions, only ten thousand made it to the ranking, and only the best 1500 would be given a spot in the Saphirke Military Academy.


    The Saphirke Military Academy might be humongous, and almost the size of a city, but they wanted to only take in the cream of the crop. Their growth was the most important for the future of the Tritan Alliance and mankind''s future.


    Furthermore, every in the sr system was given a quota, and certain families purchased a spot to make sure that their children could attend the Saphirke Military Academy without prior testing. Giving Elyra 1500 slots was already a lot.


    "It looks like the child you rmended didn''t make it into the top 1500, or am I wrong, Ophelia ze?" A young man with blond hair and vibrant green eyes asked mockingly.


    He was sitting in the chair not too far from the crimson-haired woman and smiled provokingly in her direction. Ophelia ze''s head flicked to the young man wearing casual clothes and she showed him the middle finger.


    "The child I rmended made it into the top 1500, so keep your mouth shut, will you, Oliver? Nobody asked for your opinion. Just mind your own business and stay far away from me if possible!" Ophelia ze cursed quietly but in a voice loud enough for Oliver Zeus to hear.


    Everyone else seated around the sizeable oval-shaped table sighed deeply upon hearing the bickering between Oliver Zeus and Ophelia ze. The ze family and the Zeus family were known for their hostile rtionship, and their feud had been going on for more than 100 years already.


    Nobody really knows how it started but something created zing sparks between the two families, turning them into enemies.


    "Dear Professors, how about we move back to the main topic? We still have to determine if the top 1500 are suited for the Saphirke Military Academy, or if there are a few bad seedlings that are not suitable for the Military Academy and our teachings!" A middle-aged man with a well-trained body, an imposing aura, and a scarred face said calmly.


    Ophelia and Oliver turned silent the moment the scar-faced man began to talk.


    Their expression turned sour, and they looked like puppies who had been scolded for eating their poo.


    The other men and women seated around the long table had to suppress a burst ofughter when they saw the reaction of the two bickering Professors, but nobody said anything.


    The awkward silence was broken when therge arched gate leading to the room opened, and a familiar figure walked inside. The men and women inside the room nodded their heads in respect, while Oliver Zeus and Ophelia ze shot up with a smile on their faces.


    "Alice, you''re back!"


    "Professor Zenovia, we were waiting for you. d to see that you finished your business so quickly!"


    While Oliver Zeus remained more formal and polite, Ophelia rushed to Alice Zenovia and embraced her arm – or she was trying to.


    Alice flicked Ophelia''s forehead and walked past her to sit down in the empty seat next to the scar-faced man.<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    "How far are we, Silverian?" Alice Zenovia asked the scar-faced man, Silverian Schild.


    "We have far more applicantspared to the previous years. The overallpetence of the youngest generation seems much better than before as well. That''s mostly rted to the Great ns, Supreme Families, and the High Nobles. Only some of their descendants were sent to the Big Five Universities and the Great Three Academies before. That changed now that more news of a possible uing war reached the Lord Network.


    As expected, every family wants to ensure that their children and disciples will have a higher rank in the military once war erupts and the draft call reaches them," Silverian Schield exined calmly while showing Alice the ranking of more than a hundred applicants.


    These 100+ students were all ranked in the top 200 and hailed from the Great ns, Supreme Families, and High Nobles.


    "Most applicants who came with a rmendation made it into the top 1500 as well. However, we have yet to finish looking through every applicant''s score and performance in the top 1500. It shouldn''t take too long until we''re done, Professor!" He exined calmly while studying Alice''s reaction.


    "Is that so?" Alice murmured absent-mindedly before she started to take a look at a few assessment forms from applicants within the top 1500.


    Silverian Schild kept looking at Alice and trying to make note of the forms of which students she was studying, but he didn''t receive the response he''d hoped for.


    "Didn''t you say that you rmended someone? Is he in the top 1500, Professor Zenovia?" Oliver Zeus asked after a while.


    He was curious about what kind of powerful child Alice Zenovia hadid her eyes upon.


    Most Professors could rmend a few students for the aptitude assessment of the Saphirke Military Academy.


    Nobody expected Alice to have rmended someone because she was not the type of person to be around other people if she didn''t have to. Where was she supposed to find someone to rmend, in the first ce, if the only things she did was take care of her troublemaker brother, and work?


    Hence it was a surprise that against all odds, Alice Zenovia not only rmended one person to the Saphirke Military Academy, but she had also kept his identity secret so far. That way, nobody could tell whom she had rmended, or that the person had entered the aptitude assessment through the rmendation system.


    "Don''t worry, he made the cut. You should be more focused on your little nephew. It looks like he and his fiancé were quite the troublemakers during the Real Combat assessment," Alice Zenovia pointed out as her eyes stopped on one of the video footage of the Real Combat assessment.


    Oliver Zeus didn''t expect the topic to change to his nephew so suddenly. He didn''t even know that his nephew had applied to the Saphirke Military Academy.


    However, upon searching up his nephew''s name and looking at the video of him openly humiliating other applicants during the Real Combat assessment, Oliver''s expression changed drastically.


    "Frederik, you fool!! What the hell did my sister do to raise you to be such a spoiled brat??" Oliver cursed after watching the second Real Combat fight of Frederik Kolbenheim, his nephew.


    "Oh? Look. Your nephew was beaten into a pulp and thrashed to the ground in hisst fight. What a funny fe!" Ophelia ze mocked after her attention moved to Oliver''s nephew as well. She watched the final fight in the Real Combat assessment and kept eximing about Frederick so as to further anger Oliver.


    "This fe is not bad. Which family is he from? He is already Tier-1, and his Artifacts are exceptional. Isn''t he using two Soultraits simultaneously? Just who is he?"


    The more Ophelia squealed in excitement the more Instructors and Professors switched their attention to Frederik Kolbenheim and his opponent in hisst fight.


    "Who is that young man?" Another Instructor asked, only for Alice Zenovia and Silverian Schild to answer simultaneously.


    "That''s Michael Fang," Alice murmured.


    "Michael Fang. He is an applicant from the Golden Sun province. I watched his fight!" Silverian dered loudly with a trace of excitement in his voice.


    This attracted even more interest. After all, everyone knew what it meant if the Devilish Saint showed interest in someone.


    Everyone''s eyes flicked to see the rank of the young man, curiosity getting the better of them.


    [Michael Fang #146, No Affiliation, Ordinary Background, Double Soultrait. Exceptional Talent]