Tempest of the Stellar War

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The middle-aged man seemed to sense the danger. He clutched his own bag and, feeling helpless, suddenly scampered over to Wang Zheng.

The five burly guys had crowded over.

“Give us the bag, or we’ll beat you to death. Give us the bag.” All five had malevolent looks on their faces. In this place, survival was paramount. But there was no real point here. Those who truly had money and use would not be huddled in this low class cabin.

“You… you can’t do this. I’ll shout.”

The ear-stud wearing leader laughed. “Holler all you want. See if anyone responds.”

“Punk, go away. This is none of your business.”

Wang Zheng lifted his head. His face was expressionless, but he just said one word. “Scram!”

“Lookin…” The tattooed, ear-studded leader had just begun his sentence when his vision blacked. With a loud bang, he flew seven or eight meters, sprawled unmoving on the ground.

Wang Zheng slowly retracted his leg, looking at the other four. They started, and hurriedly dispersed. Wang Zheng sat down slowly.

“Back to your place. I’ve already paid you for that cigarette.”

The middle-aged man started. “I can…”

Wang Zheng wagged a finger, and the middle-aged man could only return to his place. If he had known, he would have bought an additional meal just now. Then this guy would definitely protect him.

But after Wang Zheng acted, others looked over covetously, but no one moved.

There was not much of a logic to this place. The only way to avoid trouble was to set your own rules.

Wang Zheng closed his eyes and conserved his energy, waiting for their arrival.

This world was not that big. Although he had entered halfway, what was this Easter Project?

What did the military mean?

Was he here to gather information, or expose the plan? Would someone meet him? How was he supposed to extricate?

It seemed like nothing at all. Suddenly, the corner of Wang Zheng’s mouth twitched. Since there was nothing at all, did that mean he could do as he wanted?

He liked a world with no rules.

Planet Maklou’s biggest city, Fallen Paradise. Many who had never been here might have thought it backward and rustic. This thinking was entirely correct, because Maklou’s environment was indeed harsh. There was no day, only eternal night. Everything was sustained by electricity. However, Fallen Paradise was one of the most affluent cities in the Milky Way. This place not only produced rare minerals, but was also strong, attracting many asylum seekers who brought enormous amounts of money and connections. A grey area often meant a confluence of destitution and wealth. Of course, the price was also high.

Compared to the affluence of the city, the other extreme was the slum and mines, which was concerned with the dangerous but important work.

The shuttle had arrived at its destination. Everyone had to accept decontamination first. The high pressure water was not comfortable, a little like pig washing. And on the other side was the VIP entrance. A few clusters of people had stepped down to the waiting red carpet and lights, and were received with fresh flowers and beautiful ladies.

“Mr. Qibin, Mr. Kulifa, I hope the journey has not been too arduous. Welcome, esteemed guests, to Fallen Paradise. Here, both of you will be treated like gods. Your wishes are our command.”

A sexy beauty spoke. She wore a beige blouse, a white short skirt, and a pair of black high heels. Her neckline was just nice, barely revealing anything. From her aura, she was clearly from a high-class background, and carried herself with confidence.

The pair exchanged looks and smiled. They had finally arrived on the surface. Here, they were finally safe. Even the Federation people could not dream of entering. At most they could do it sneakily, but sneaks always met with a bad ending.

That was why this place had the name of Fallen Paradise.

Money was not the key. Money combined with guaranteed safety was the most important thing.

And on the other side, Wang Zheng and the rest were being shepherded off the shuttle by armed soldiers. They caught a fleeting glimpse of the luxurious city, but were very quickly packed into a box.

Although they were free men, at Fallen Paradise, this meant that they were low-class people only slightly better off than slaves.

Far away at Elite Academy X, Jiang Feng had just received intelligence that all six had already been dispatched to their mission destinations.

This mission’s difficulty was extremely high. More accurately, these were missions that the Milky Way Alliance agonized over. Either it was not convenient to directly intervene, or the difficulty was too high. They had remained unsolved for a long time. Just as Jiang Feng said, these were missions that tested both brains and brawn. One could even say that luck played a very big role. Half died before they even reached the surface due to bad luck. Seemed like their six guys were pretty fortunate.

This time around, Wang Zheng, Olivios, and Lear had the most difficult missions. Of course, they did not have to complete them. The important thing was experiencing the process. As for the Milky Way, ability was not the most important, because ability was a double-edged sword. Once they abandoned the Milky Way Alliance, then they also posed the greatest threat. And there was no way to resolve that. At present, of the people they had nurtured on the straight and narrow, a third had fallen to the grey places, or even completely entered the underworld. These places often had a way to seek out one’s weakness.

The mission this time was not centered around completion, but whether one could remain steadfast.

Zhang Shan and the rest were speechless. Wang Zheng had disappeared again like a ghost, while Lear and Olivios had also suddenly gone on missions. A pity. Zhang Shan had wanted to go see the world with Wang Zheng.

But that couldn’t be helped. It simply meant that they were not at that level yet. Achilles could be close, but his own physical state had caused him to miss this opportunity. But perhaps it was all a blessing in disguise. Such missions were not always good things.

Compared to Wang Zheng’s miserable state, opening his eyes and breathing the fresh air, Zhang Shan and the rest were luxuriating in their glory. It was blissful. This was heavenly.

The Greatest King Competition’s first season was over, but this was not the end. The school had ordered the teams to prepare anew and recruit, in order for more to be able to participate. And the mecha aspect had been greatly revamped.

KO Group’s mecha box had passed many inspections and was determined to be very suited to mecha usage. Many countries had already begun training with this new capability. And for Elite Academy X, who walked at the forefront, it was all the more so. This meant that mech pilots could use abilities similar to warping. To Zhang Shan, an extra short distance jump was no great advantage, but this was completely different for everyone else. Clearly, future battles would be harder, more complicated, and not simply limited to city terrain, but encompass all kinds of battle environments.

The school wished for everyone to be able to participate, rather than for a few to dominate the glory.

While Wang Zheng was not around, Achilles and the rest would have to shoulder the responsibility of defending Saruman Snake’s glory.

The only team that remained intact was Imperial Glory, who was also the most pitiful. Because while Wang Zheng and the rest had gone into battle, Imperial Glory was still whole. This was a blow to Di Maria.

Of course, this was the guess from the uninformed. But in fact, it was Aslan who had rejected this mission. Aslan had their own training methods. At the same time, they understood the mission that Elite Academy X had this time. Clearly, such things were not suited to Di Maria’s status.

The road to power could be walked by mastering oneself. At the same time, Di Maria needed to put down his needless pride.