Soon, the aircraft entered Specter Island's airspace. Thora looked down and saw soldiers stationed all around the island's perimeter. The city's layout was designed entirely for optimal defensive advantage, with an extremely high level of militarization. Before long, a flag flying high came into view, bearing the crest of Blue Star Military Academy. Immediately after, a series of magnificent transparent buildings appeared on the horizon, their lines sharp and clean, radiating a high-tech aesthetic. Just as the aircraft reached the outer edge of the building complex, it suddenly hovered in midair. After a brief signal exchange, the transparent barrier parted like a thin veil being torn open. Several aircraft flew through the gap, and then the opening quickly sealed shut, the barrier once again enveloping the entire complex. The sight drew gasps of amazement from many of the freshmen—probably only Blue Star Military Academy on the entire planet had this kind of capability. They couldn't help but wonder what would happen to an invading aircraft if it collided with that barrier. Jeremy anticipated their curiosity and explained on his own. "Typically, any armed force attempting to invade Blue Star Military Academy would be incinerated before even entering our airspace. Any unauthorized aircraft carrying weapons that enters without clearance will trigger temperatures of 1832°F. Of course, ordinary aircraft would encounter interference much farther out and be intercepted by air traffic control." Hearing this, several freshmen felt a chill run down their spines—apparently they'd just brushed past death without even realizing it. "Don't worry. Once you're enrolled, you'll receive student IDs. With those, all perimeter defense systems will recognize and grant you passage." Jeremy added, and everyone finally relaxed. While he spoke, the aircraft began its descent, landing smoothly and neatly on a parade ground below the building complex. After the freshmen disembarked, instructors immediately came forward to lead everyone to the dormitories for room assignments. Before leaving, Jeremy informed the group that freshmen had no scheduled activities on their first day—only enrollment processing and an overview of academy rules. The second day would be major assignments by department. The third day would mark the official start of regular classes. The dormitories were all single-occupancy rooms, separated only by gender. The only differences were the proximity of housing and the quality of the living environment. The teacher handling room assignments noticed Thora's name and suddenly recalled that Jeremy had specifically mentioned giving extra attention to this "outstanding" student. But when he checked the records, he found that Thora had actually ranked dead last—according to long-standing military academy tradition, the last-place student never got great housing. It wasn't terrible, but it was far from the luxury rooms given to top performers. This was the military academy's standard practice for motivating competitiveness and drive among students. "Trying to use connections for special treatment?" The teacher was instantly furious, concluding that Thora must have pulled strings and had the nerve to get Jeremy to intervene in room assignments. He was determined to stamp out this kind of behavior. He firmly wrote down a regular dormitory building number next to Thora's name. What Jeremy didn't know was that his well-intentioned gesture had actually caused trouble for Thora. Once everyone received their assigned rooms, they all began searching for their accommodations. Most people's rooms were clustered together in the same dormitory area. Even Shirley had been assigned a very comfortable room. But when Thora looked at the dormitory name and number in her hand, she was a bit stumped. Unable to find it on her own, she eventually asked a janitor for directions. "That place? You'll need to walk about half a mile that way, then climb over a hill to get there. But that area's been an abandoned old dormitory for ages... hasn't been renovated yet. The higher-ups said they're planning to convert it into a training facility. Nobody's lived there for a long time. Hey, kid, what are you going there for?" the janitor asked with genuine concern. Thora fell silent. So she'd been assigned to a place where nobody lived? Had the teacher handling assignments deliberately targeted her? But there was no bad blood between them. It couldn't be that, could it? She glanced back. Whatever. She liked peace and quiet anyway. "Got it. Thanks, sir." The moment Thora finished thanking him, she took off and vanished in a flash. Shirley had just finished checking out her own room and came out looking for Thora. She glanced around curiously. "Huh? Where'd Thora go?"