At that moment, on the 66th floor of Building One in the Blue Star Military Academy Student Division. Several young men in blue-black military uniforms lounged casually around a conference room. Two of them sat directly on the table, wine glasses in hand, gazing through the panoramic windows at the aircraft that had just landed on the parade ground not far away. "This year's freshmen have arrived." One of them spoke. Another chimed in. "I heard Roxen from the second year participated in this assessment. It's rare to see him take an interest in freshmen." "I don't think Roxen's interested in the freshmen themselves. It's more likely the content of the third round this year was interesting." The first one disagreed. The one talking with him shrugged, his attitude indifferent. Blue Star Military Academy had an extremely strict hierarchy system. This hierarchy was based on each person's strength, taking effect the moment freshmen enrolled—the color of their uniforms served as the marker of their rank. And the 66th floor of Building One in the Student Division was accessible only to those ranked in the academy's overall top ten. From here, one could access the files of every person in the academy, granting extremely high-level authority among the students. Everyone who could appear here was, without exception, one of the military academy's top elites. The two speaking were the students ranked seventh and eighth overall. Meanwhile, Carlos and Mike, who always followed Roxen around, were ranked sixth and tenth respectively.Just then, a young man who had been sitting silently in his chair slowly raised his head. His chiseled, handsome features carried an intense aggression. When he lifted his gaze, it was like a predator awakening, sending an involuntary shiver down one's spine. He lazily swept his eyes toward the panoramic windows, seeming utterly uninterested in the freshmen. Instead, he pulled up this year's freshman assessment data—it contained the system-analyzed ability radar charts for each candidate, along with their ratings from each round of assessment. His gaze locked directly onto the radar charts, and his pupils contracted. Three people had radar charts that were nearly maxed out. This meant all three possessed ability indices far exceeding normal levels, with excellence across the board. Two of them had radar charts that matched their admission rankings. But one of them had an admission ranking of dead last.What exactly had happened? Perhaps he should go ask Valen. This was the only thing he found interesting. Still, the other two were also worth keeping an eye on—in recent years, aside from Roxen in the second year, no one had been able to max out an ability radar chart. Yet this single freshman class had produced three. He had an uneasy feeling that his position might be threatened. His cold eyes narrowed as his finger swiped across the screen, pulling up the files for these three individuals—SSSS Classified Files. Apart from the basic information entered at registration, all other data on these three was covered by that single line. The two who had been talking noticed something off with Tobias Whitmore and asked, "Tobias, what's up?"Tobias furrowed his brow and said flatly, "This year's freshmen. Keep an eye on them." "No problem." The two smiled. They were already interested in watching the freshmen, and for Tobias to specifically give that instruction meant this year's class was definitely something special. ... Meanwhile, at the Command Institute. "Roxen, I just got word. That Number 230 you've been interested in, Thora—she got assigned to the abandoned zone for her dorm." Mike laughed as he spoke, "Even for the last-place finisher, they wouldn't normally stick someone there, right? The buildings there are falling apart. Did she piss off the teacher handling assignments? Otherwise, who'd mess with a freshman like that?" Roxen, who had been doing shooting drills, stopped and asked in return, "Isn't that area supposed to be converted into a training facility?" "Yeah, but construction hasn't started yet. That place is basically the only primitive area left on campus. Nobody ever goes there. How'd Thora end up assigned there? It's far from every core area of the military academy, and the conditions are terrible. She must've really ticked off Mr. Mistrov." Mike laughed heartily. "I should go check it out sometime. I've never seen anyone actually live there." Mike had always loved a good spectacle and was more enthusiastic about these kinds of things than most. Roxen tossed his gun aside and casually brushed back the golden bangs that had fallen over his forehead as he wiped away sweat. "The teacher in charge of freshman housing assignments this year is Konner Mistrov, if I remember right. He's the righteous type, a bit old-fashioned too." Roxen chuckled, though his gaze darkened. "But ... won't putting Thora in a place like that cause an uproar?" After all, no one would want to see the hero they admired treated so unfairly, would they?