Tempest of the Stellar War

Jiang Feng looked at the six youngsters. Each had a look filled with confidence and steel. Youth was a wonderful thing. In their hearts, they must have felt that nothing in this world was impossible.

“The missions you will face are different from those before. Some cannot be solved with violence alone. But all of these missions have a commonality, which is that the death rate is 90%,” Jiang Feng mildly stated. He looked at their carefree expressions and could not help smiling. This was youth.

“You can choose to back out now, but if you choose to continue, you must see it through. This has nothing to do with bravery. I hope you can make a rational decision,” Jiang Feng said. He thought he had made it clear. No more emphasis was needed.

The six of them had no reason to back down. It was not that they had never been in danger, but that they had confidence in their abilities.

Jiang Feng wasted no more words. “Each of you will take a mission. It’s all up to fate. Remember, each mission is confidential, and you cannot tell anybody. All of your mission details are logged in the archive. Of course, if you die, then it’s all moot.”

Each of them took turns to choose a number. Wang Zheng had Mission 5.

“Very well. The related details of the mission will be sent to your Skylinks. The arrangements will also follow. I wish all of you success,” Jiang Feng said. “Oh yes. Do you know how heroes die?”

Wang Zheng and the rest were puzzled, but Jiang Feng did not seem to require an answer.

Seeing the six of them leave, Jiang Feng shook his head. In truth, he had hoped that some would back out, because these six were truly excellent. A pity that at this age, very few understood fear.

But on the flip side, if they came back alive, then they would be transformed, regardless of the mission outcome.

Only… these missions often changed a person. Many geniuses and elites had neither died nor completed the mission, but… they never returned to this world, forever plunged in the darkness.

All six knew that they were done with matters regarding Elite Academy X. It was time for them to look ahead.

School life had been safe and blissful, but they would have to face the world sooner or later.

In truth, Wang Zheng, Lear, and Olivios were unafraid of any challenge.

Pampas and Dendi could not pass up on this opportunity. Their next step was whether they would enter Earth-rank. And this mission was the deciding mission. If they completed it, their starting point would improve by leaps. If they backed out or failed, then it was a different matter. Clearly, Elite Academy X had nurtured their appetite for risk. Nobody was willing to begin at the bottom. Who would not want to be a hero in this world?

Wang Zheng’s Skylink very quickly rang. His Mission 5 – Planet Maklou.

Maklou? Wang Zheng felt like the name rang a bell, but he was not clear. But checking information in Elite Academy X was a simple matter.

Planet Maklou, a famous Fallen Angel planet. One of the 10 great criminal planets. A criminal planet was a grey region that had emerged as a result of historical or political factors. These planets were linked to monopolies, military cliques, and even pirates. They were grey worlds that straddled the light and dark worlds.

Maklou was one of them. This planet was fairly harsh, but produced a rare mineral resource. In the beginning, an explorer had discovered it, but the mining environment was harsh, and the mineral resource’s radiation and interference handicapped the efficiency of robots. Therefore, they had chosen to use criminals. As the numbers rose, all kinds of agents had gotten involved, and given rise to the Maklou of today.

Humanity’s world was never only made up of absolute black and white. Maklou’s existence solved many problems, but as it developed, it also brought many complications.

Everyone was familiar with such grey planets. They were already much better than pirate worlds. Violence was regulated, slavery was permitted. The Alliance’s demand of Maklou was the mineral resource, while Maklou traded the mineral resource for the facilities and supplies it needed.

As for politics and other issues, of course Wang Zheng need not concern himself – even the Alliance council chairman could not solve the problem. But Wang Zheng’s destination was this planet. But as far as he knew, this planet’s customs check was even stricter than immigration. How would he enter?

What was his mission?

All Wang Zheng had was the destination. He did not even know the time.

But after receiving the mission, Wang Zheng was already prepared to leave at any time. After all, he did not have much to prepare.

Saruman Snake had won glory, and basking in the glory was not Wang Zheng’s custom. His blood thirsted for challenge, and to become stronger. He could not compare to Marzu, Olivios, and even Achilles. These people had capital, and perhaps it was not a level competition in school. But once in society, whether they entered the military or otherwise, one would realize that results weren’t worth a damned thing.

Wang Zheng was, of course, not naïve enough to believe that an Earth-rank warrior would be treated differently. Heaven had been the case study. But Wang Zheng did not feel that this was unfair. Fate was something that one changed themselves.

Yan Xiaosu and Ye Zisu had already made great strides forward, and he had his own things to do. He would begin from this mission.

The school’s efficiency was higher than he expected. That night, Wang Zheng had virtually no time to bid farewell to anybody before someone took him away.

Two hours later, Wang Zheng was on the shuttle departing Roland Garros. On the entire journey, nobody spoke a word to him.

Wang Zheng was gloomy. It was a mission, he got it. But why did it seem like he was being sold? Would it kill them to tell him anything more about the mission?

Wang Zheng waited alone in the cabin. Panicking was useless. If he did not even have this amount of patience, then he would not have dared to be so confident in Jiang Feng’s face.

This continued for about two more hours. The door opened, and a major of about 40 years old walked in. He looked at Wang Zheng’s water on the table.

The major looked at Wang Zheng for a few seconds. “What follows is your mission details. Your name is now Sunday Zhao. Citizen of Earth, and then migrated to Mars. Imprisoned for arson, then you broke out of jail. Your mission is to confirm the Easter Plan’s concrete details.

“Got that?”

Wang Zheng nodded. What was f*cking difficult to remember about that? The question was who had given him such a sh*tty mission name like Sunday Zhao…

“Major, what is the Easter Plan? And how will I get in? I…”

Suddenly, the major snapped his fingers, and Wang Zheng’s vision blacked out. The world spun.

D*mn… to do this to one of their own…

Clearly, the good thing about it being done by one of their own meant that they understood Wang Zheng’s body’s limits, and could adjust the dosage accordingly.

Wang Zheng felt his body being moved, and then he did not feel anything anymore.

After who knew how long, Wang Zheng slowly came to his senses, but the scene he opened his eyes to left Wang Zheng thoroughly shocked…