"Biao Xing, have you thought about what you'll do in the future?"
One night three years ago, a roommate asked Biao Xing this question, as graduation approached.
"Why are you suddenly asking that?" The two were lying in bed unable to sleep.
"I just suddenly wanted to ask."
"I'll first go to the Eighth Fleet and then serve in a main fleet." Biao Xing's goal was quite straightforward.
"That's indeed the goal of most of our classmates." The roommate turned over, looking at Biao Xing on the opposite bed.
"What about you?" Biao Xing asked.
", logically, I should have the sa goal as everyone, but now I've changed my mind."
"Oh, then where are you planning to go?"
"Where I might go—a Giant Business, regional fleet, or simply a private office—it's all possible."
"As for why, it's hard to explain clearly to you. You can understand it as not really liking the current atmosphere of the Federation, hence not wanting to serve officially."
"Isn't it hard to understand? Haha, my family also says I've gone mad, ignoring a good main fleet for other choices." Biao Xing just listened quietly.
Suddenly, the other person sighed.
"Actually, I'm also very confused, not knowing if I'll regret this choice, so tonight I wanted to talk with you."
"People ultimately have to be responsible for their choices; we're no longer kids."
"But I really can't bring myself to like soone like Prin Coco as a Songstress, even though she offers excellent conditions."
"If a gentle and beautiful Songstress were leading the Federation today, I'd probably be willing. Best if it were soone like Miss Evelyn, you know? I'm actually her fan, ever since I was little, around five or six years old. Unfortunately, now there are rarely any videos or information about her in the Federation. When I first knew of her, it was from my dad's collection."
"Hmm." Biao Xing simply replied.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. Now Miss Prin is extrely popular, saying bad things about her and I'm afraid of being beaten by other classmates, haha."
"Goodbye, my friend; today may be our last night sharing the sa dormitory."
...
[Driver, please focus and adjust to the Magic Furnace's output]
The synthesized chanical voice by his ear pulled Biao Xing out of his mories, and he turned his gaze to the screen in front of him, sitting in the cockpit, testing a new style of cha.
[Magic Furnace Mana output increasing... 8 million Mana... 12 million Mana... 16 million Mana]
As the power gradually increased, the condensed magic power in the cockpit slowly soaked the environnt like water, at which point a minor thought could trigger a dramatic transcendent reaction, akin to throwing a spark into gasoline.
When the Magic Furnace's output increased to 1600 Mana, Biao Xing started feeling pressure; at 20 million Mana, it beca sowhat heavy; at 26 million Mana, reaching the limits he could bear; at 28 million Mana, the instrunts detected his status wasn't right, thus stopped further increase.
[Power test complete, Candidate 017's final limit is 26 million Mana, performance exceptional]
Hearing this data response, Biao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, internally thinking that the research institute staff should be satisfied this ti.
Several minutes later, he exited the cockpit from the test cha, unlocking his sweat-soaked helt and leaving, where the familiar researcher was already waiting outside.
The other had hair like blue seaweed, thick glasses, and habitually kept both hands in pockets, leaning his shoulder against the door fra.
"How does it feel?"
"A bit stifling toward the end." Biao Xing twisted the bottle cap, pouring Energy Liquid to replenish strength.
"You're the best perforr among almost ten testers." The researcher adjusted his glasses.
"I'm quite satisfied, but to et the driving qualifications needed for this cha, you're still lacking a bit. We'll later give you a specialized training package, increasing your pressure limit to 36 million Mana, barely making you fit for the requirent."
"36 million Mana?" Biao Xing's gaze doubted.
He indeed wasn't the top-tier pilot, but to his knowledge, the Federation's Sequence 7 elite cha Masters could also bear only up to a Magic Furnace output of 30 million Mana. Could such harsh demands really be adapted to?
"You seem surprised, certainly, this data is slightly excessive, yet in the past soone succeeded." The other moved from leaning against the door to standing, sliding open the notepad clipped to his waist.
"The earliest candidate easily pushed the limit to 40 million Mana, even attempted 50 million Mana Magic Furnace operation in subsequent tests."
"Is that still human?" As the output increases, carrying it becos ever harder; every increase of 500 Mana doubles the ntal stress, not just an expansion by 20%.
"Well, in so sense, that candidate truly isn't 'human.'" The researcher smiled, then his gaze turned serious.
"She is indeed a rare gem of the Federation, the genuine kind, having her pilot the cha seems a bit wasteful."
"Yet, she's the most perfect candidate. If she were still in place, our research plan could swiftly progress, avoiding a decades-long pause midway."
"Rest assured, though you're not the most ideally suited, we'll devise a detailed plan to gradually adapt you, as you haven't advanced to Sequence 7 yet, later you can opt for a ti-space-related transcendent profession. As for needed Spiritual dicine and resources, our institute will provide them; it's a level of luxury you won't imagine." The person's eyes teasingly blinked.
"Have a good rest tonight, tomorrow a nutritionist will arrange a physical examination for you."
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