That thing, according to Lauren, is basically an armory. From a scientific perspective, it's a solidified subspace; in the system of a fantasy novel, you could call it a storage space.

"Not stingy at all, not even a little bit!" Kevin Clark grinned from ear to ear. "A must-have for the protagonist—damn, the dog of an author finally made me feel like a main character."

"What do you mean, 'dog of an author'? Who are you talking about?" Lauren looked puzzled. "Wasn't it Mark Parker who gave you the cab fare on behalf of this goddess?"

Kevin Clark asked how to bind it, and followed Lauren's instructions. He watched as the crystal stone turned into particles, merged into his body, and disappeared. He then found himself connected to a subspace.

"Stop grinning like an idiot. The armory that cheapskate Mark Parker gave you is at least a hundred times smaller than this goddess's." Lauren didn't realize something very important—she was the empress, after all. How could their treatment be the same? She started walking toward her dorm building, talking as she went: "Social mixers are pretty fun, huh? Let's do it again next time!"

"Sure, sure!" Kevin Clark was still grinning foolishly. "If the big boss likes it, then let's do it more often."

"What's with that look? You're just like Adam Parker." Lauren's voice echoed across the shady plaza. "Mark Parker wouldn't give it, so this goddess just stole a jar of ginseng fruit wine, and took ten jars of three-thousand-year-old peach wine."

Kevin Clark was even more delighted, muttering under his breath, "Whether it's a crazy goddess or Samuel Parker, when it comes to us... there's nothing to complain about!"

Chapter Six: The Terrifying Classroom

"I heard there was a fight between students on campus last night? What I want to say is... there's nothing wrong with fighting. If you can fight, that's justice. But if you kill someone, you'll be executed by firing squad."

The speaker was a guy with pinkish-purple skin and a big bald head. His name was Wandering Richard, and the students called him Mr. Richard.

"If you fight, go all out—beat them until they're kneeling and singing 'Conquer'." Wandering Richard glanced at Brian Carter, Eric Bennett, and John Harris, teasing, "Some students are really sensible. I heard that on their very first day at the academy, they knelt on the balcony and sang for the whole dorm area? But singing while crying is really not a good look."

This class was called the German Class, with only about a dozen students. The three being teased looked around as if it wasn't about them.

Kevin Clark, as usual, propped his chin on his hand, gazing out the window at the mountains, looking completely spaced out.

In the back row, there was a girl—no one knew if she really had animal ears or was just wearing a headband with them. Her name was Sophie Smith. She was pointing her smartphone at herself, apparently recording a video or maybe even livestreaming.

In the front row, Emily sat very upright, staring straight ahead, but her eyes were unfocused—she was clearly lost in thought.

Aside from the four guys and two girls with some distinguishing features, the rest could only be described as lazy. At a glance, they were the kind of background extras you'd see in movies or TV dramas.

"Today, I'm going to talk about elements." Mr. Richard didn't bother with roll call or care whether the students were paying attention. He scribbled a bunch of symbols on the blackboard: "The world is made up of various substances and elements. Mastering substances is understanding their essence; understanding elements lets you glimpse a deeper world..."

Kevin Clark had now straightened up and was listening intently.

Previously, Mr. Richard had demonstrated many times in class that once you mastered enough knowledge, you could use it to do some truly incredible things.

From creating a roll of toilet paper out of thin air, to summoning Lauren—bathtub and all—from the distant Sunfire Star to Blue Star.

Not only did Mr. Richard say that these things weren't magic, but rather a kind of technology far beyond what Blue Star humans currently understood—even Lauren had said that as technology advanced, more and more things would become unbelievable.

"You're so focused," Brian Carter whispered. "Can you understand any of this?"

"A little, a little," Kevin Clark replied without turning his head, still watching Mr. Richard write formulas on the blackboard. "It's beyond what I've learned before, but I can still understand some of it."

"Damn, you're awesome, Qi!" Eric Bennett groaned, running his hands through his long hair. "Just looking at those letters makes my head spin."

"How about you, Yaowen?" Brian Carter noticed John Harris looked calm and asked, "I remember you said you dropped out of school in middle school. You can understand this too?"

"Did I ever say I understood?" John Harris still looked like he was paying attention, but said, "I don't. But I won't force myself to pretend I do."

Brian Carter and Eric Bennett immediately chimed in together, "Show-off!"

Actually, John Harris did understand. He was a prince of the Deno civilization, the sole heir of the Light Shield family. When he was ten, his home planet was swallowed by a supernova and he was taken away and sealed, but before that, he had received a good education.

There were people who really understood.

There were people who understood a little.

There were people who didn't understand at all.

And there was even someone who wasn't listening at all, just recording a video or livestreaming—some little demon.

Mr. Richard really didn't care; he just kept teaching.