Chapter 2382 Military

Chapter 2382 Military

[Nixar Expanse]

The Nixar Expanse stretched ominously, a sector resting at the very edge of the Alpha quadrant. It marked the border between human and elven territories for thousands of years, a battleground shaped by relentless, shifting lines.

For the last fifty years, the elves had gained ground, conquering nearly half of the sector's 364 galaxies and transforming much of it into a deadly "Red Zone," where survival was a gamble, and the casualties vast.

After five days of intense travel, the destroyer ship carrying Emery and 250 academy acolytes finally entered this contested zone. As they neared the heart of the Expanse, the destroyer occasionally exited hyperdrive, maneuvering to avoid enemy detection and bypass fields of debris—a telltale mark of countless battles fought here.

The sight outside the ship's windows was both haunting and sobering: vast, silent wreckages of ships—some human, some elven—floated in the void like ghosts of fallen warriors. The initial excitement in the acolytes began to wane, replaced by a heavy sense of reality. RING RING RING

When suddenly the alarm blared throughout the ship, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The shrill sound cut through the tension like a knife, and the faces of many acolytes paled in an instant. Panic rippled through the group as the reality of their situation set in: caught in a space battle, they would be utterly vulnerable. The terrifying prospect of being blasted apart without any means to defend themselves or being ejected into the cold void of space weighed heavily on their minds.

The alarms blared incessantly, and all eyes darted toward the observation window and the visual feed, where the threat became all too clear. A squadron of a dozen elven fighter ships, sleek and triangular in design, emerged against the stars, moving with an ominous precision. Each fighter ship maneuvered as if woven into a deadly, synchronized dance, moving rapidly toward the destroyer.

Panicked voices rose among the acolytes, some gasping, others muttering in frightened tones. Emery remained composed, but he knew that this was their first experience with the true, unforgiving nature of war.

Outside, the destroyer's turrets lit up, firing in rapid succession, sending flares of concentrated energy toward the advancing fighters. Three elven ships were destroyed on impact, turning into burning fragments in the darkness of space. Yet the remaining ships deftly swerved, executing sharp maneuvers as they circled the destroyer like vultures, their sleek frames weaving around the barrage of firepower. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The elven fighters fired back in rapid bursts, unleashing streams of energy that hammered into the destroyer's barriers. Each impact sent a tremor through the ship's hull, and the acolytes staggered, their grips tightening on anything they could hold onto. The barrier flared, struggling to absorb the relentless assault, and the vibrations intensified with every strike.

For many, it was becoming impossible to mask their fear. This was no simulation; this was war—real, unforgiving, and brutal.

An instructor from one of the other halls, noticing the mounting tension, began calling for the acolytes to brace themselves and prepare for the worst. His voice held a note of urgency that only intensified the unease rippling through the young recruits. But just as he spoke, the vice commander of the ship stepped forward with a sense of calm authority, immediately silencing the mounting panic.

Once the orientation concluded, a system notification came, outlining the structure of the exam and how they could accumulate points for their final grades. It was clear that the academy intended to simulate the rigors of actual military life as accurately as possible:

[Promotions] – based on performance, leading to potential advancement in military ranks. [Kill count]– earning points by taking down enemies, from lower-ranked orcs to high-ranking elven officers. [Mission Clearance] – points awarded according to the military mission difficulty and completion success.

After digesting this information, the acolytes received their first assignment:

[Logistic Transport] While it initially seemed straightforward, a closer inspection of the task revealed its complexity and danger. They were to transport critical supplies to a planet embroiled in some of the most intense fighting in the sector. ####

While the acolytes were immersed in their exam, a different atmosphere brewed within a lavish palace on the Nephilim planet. One particular female grand magus, confined within her own quarters, paced with barely contained anger. Her trusted advisor entered the chamber at her summons. Sensing her anger, he listened carefully as she outlined her plan, her voice laced with venom as she revealed her intentions.

"I will not let that filthy lower realm instructor and his students graduate in peace. This is our last chance to stop them... kill them all."

"My Lady," he began cautiously "we cannot. Not now. They are officially part of the military force, and none of our people would dare to go after them, especially not in the current situation."

A cruel smirk spread across her face, undeterred by his warnings. "You fool," she sneered, "We don't need to send anyone" Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "Simply send a message to the dark elves... reveal the whereabouts of their most wanted 'Savage Magus.' They'll be more than happy to take care of the rest for us"

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Author Notes.

This chapter concludes the month of October, and once again, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude. I hope you have enjoyed the reading experience, and if there is anything that still feels lacking, I will do my utmost to improve next month.

I apologize for not being able to keep my promise for multiple mass releases, due to having to help with my sister's engagements and an accident that hurt me for a week. I will definitely make the time next month.

Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you'll join me again next month!