This is an interstellar era where ancient martial arts and mechas coexist.

　　This is an interstellar era where the strength of nations is measured by the level of their civilization.

　　This is an interstellar era of the law of the jungle, scheming and intrigue, where any means are justified to achieve one's goals.

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　　A boy destined for mediocrity is unexpectedly forged into the strongest of the Earth Federation by a divine artifact from a level-twelve civilization empire. The once-declining ancient martial arts, thanks to his sudden rise, shine brilliantly once again.

About the Work

Another Beginning

　　In the year 3207 AD, as geniuses of all kinds continued to emerge and contact between Earth's humanity and highly developed alien nations deepened, human technology advanced by leaps and bounds. The number of colonized planets soared, and in less than a thousand years, the number of colonies under the Earth Federation grew from the original three to the current three hundred and twenty-five.

　　Patrick Star, although one of the many colonies, does not have true residents. First, the environment of this planet is not suitable for human survival. Second, while it is nominally under the Earth Federation, it is actually owned by the Zongli Society, which now rivals the Federation itself.

　　As the only faith of humanity today, the Zongli Society holds transcendent power in some respects, even above the Federation. Four hundred years ago, when the planetary war broke out and the Federation fleet was routed, losing thirty-six colonies to the android forces, it was the Zongli Society that stepped forward. They dispatched over a thousand religious figures whose physical and mental abilities had reached the sixth tier, piloting advanced warships imported from highly civilized nations to reclaim lost territory and ultimately wiped out the android forces at the source of the conflict.

　　After this, the Zongli Society established itself as the first and only religion, unshakable. Even every Federation president must visit Baolan Star every three years to receive the Zongli Society's pontifical blessing.

　　In a deep valley at the center of Patrick Star, there is a base. Both inside and out, this base, covering over a hundred acres, is built to the highest planetary development standards. If you ignore the hundreds of children inside, this base is even more formidable than a tier-three military base.

　　Nearly half of the buildings in the base are various training rooms, whether for physical training or mental training. With the help of these advanced facilities, even ordinary humans have hope of reaching the second tier of physical or mental ability within three years.

　　Inside the double-gravity training room, nearly a hundred children aged ten to fourteen are training desperately. There are no instructors supervising them, nor any surveillance equipment, yet every child trains like mad, as if they won't stop until they've squeezed out every last bit of strength.

　　"Xiao Can, you should rest now. We still have to go mining at the crater tomorrow. If you use up all your strength now, you’ll go a month without food."

　　A child who looked about twelve or thirteen, yet had a physique even many adults might envy, spoke to the boy doing push-ups in front of him.

　　The child called Little Brian did not stop; instead, he sped up, even though he was already on the verge of exhaustion, veins bulging on his arms, sweat pouring down his forehead.

　　"Nine hundred thirty-two... nine hundred sixty-three... one thousand..."

　　Staggering to his feet, a hint of pallor flashed across Brian Carter's handsome face. He licked his lips and said, "Alan Grant, you just go to the crater to mine tomorrow. I have other plans."

　　Alan Grant's small eyes blinked in confusion. "Little Brian, my physical ability has reached the fourth tier. If it's just mining raw fire crystals below three thousand meters at the crater, I can handle enough ore for two people. So tomorrow, you just rest well at the base. Don't worry, we're friends. I won't let you go hungry."

　　Brian Carter shook his head. "I have my own plans. You don't need to worry about me."

　　After a pause, Brian Carter finally made up his mind, hardened his heart, and said, "Also, don't be too nice to me from now on. We're not really friends. The last time I helped you, it was just because I was in a bad mood and wanted to teach someone a lesson. It just so happened those guys beating you up were the ones I ran into. They looked like they needed a beating, so I stepped in..." With that, Brian Carter ignored the stunned Alan Grant and staggered out of the training room.

　　In this base, every child has a room of their own, and it belongs to them alone. Even the instructors have no right to enter.

　　At this moment, Brian Carter was packing his backpack, carefully counting the bottles of nutrient solution he stuffed inside.

　　"Thirty-two and a half bottles... Two years. After two years of eating only half-full every day, I've finally gathered enough rations for my plan."

　　The Chongxing Training Base on Patrick Star is one of more than a dozen training bases the Zongli Society has built on major colonies. These bases only accept children aged eight to fifteen, and most are established on resource-poor, barren planets.