Benjamin Foster was just getting to a particularly intense part, the climate inside the mech pod during space travel was dry, and when Ian Clark opened his eyes, he saw two streams of nosebleed gushing down.

Clark's stimulant was with Luke, but Luke didn't have enough energy at the time and couldn't start up. Without the stimulant, being accidentally awakened early by Benjamin Foster was extremely painful—the person would be like a mummy at first, only able to move their eyeballs, and would have to soak in nutrient solution for several months before gradually regaining the ability to move their limbs. Only then did Young Master Foster realize the trouble he had caused, and had no choice but to dutifully take on the role of a male nurse.

He spent more than three months in the vast, dark universe with the "completely paralyzed" Dawn Clark, forging a friendship that was... hard to describe.

Chapter 9

The auditorium was grand and imposing, its vast dome an artificial sky so realistic it could easily be mistaken for the real thing—clear blue skies at will, or a sea of stars and galaxies if desired. In the viewing area, intelligent wayfinding markers weaved between the feet of every attendee; from a distance, the glowing trails looked like shooting stars streaking back and forth.

However, despite the high-end, impressive decor, the "stuffing" piled inside at the moment left something to be desired.

The opening ceremony was about to begin. The students from all four houses were already seated, each one a hero in their own right, all troublemakers of the highest order. It was as if they weren't here to study, but to stir up trouble.

When troublemakers gather, it's inevitable that sparks will fly—

On the southeast viewing platform, a burly male student couldn't be bothered to move inwards to his seat and plopped himself down on the outermost edge, quickly sparking a brawl. Some onlookers even egged them on, causing the conflict to escalate rapidly and dragging the entire section into a chaotic, undisciplined melee.

In the northwest corner, a girl had her butt grabbed by a delinquent classmate. Without a word, she pulled a laser gun from her bag and fired, tearing a gash in the auditorium seats. The whole place was shocked, and a stampede was nearly triggered. Security robots rushed over to subdue her, only to discover the laser gun was homemade.

In the central viewing area, someone took things even further. Sticking to the principle of using words, not fists, he brought a mini amplifier, hacked into the auditorium's sound system, and, using the 360-degree surround sound, bellowed at the top of his lungs: "John Wu, I f***ing hate you!"

Whoever "John Wood" was, no one knew, but that shout set the tone for the entire opening ceremony—a raucous, irreverent atmosphere. Laughter erupted everywhere, while three deans in the front row, leading a group of scholarly teachers, sat stiffly and out of place, like a bunch of old monks trapped in a spider's web.

Benjamin Foster looked at the chaos before him, utterly unfazed. After all, Principal Foster had always believed that geniuses like himself didn't need to be taught by others—self-study was enough. In fact, the hardest to teach were the most worth teaching.

However...

His gaze swept over the empty VIP seats, and he sighed inwardly—Fourth Brother hadn't come.

But since the founding of the school, Principal Foster had never let these unruly students give him a heart attack. He naturally possessed a broad and open mind. He quickly adjusted his thinking—if Fourth Brother showed up, it would be a huge surprise; if not, it was only to be expected. He had lost nothing.

Quickly regaining his composure, Benjamin Foster ascended the stage with a calm expression, making a dazzling entrance amid a roar that could have lifted the dome.

The auditorium lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a single spotlight on the stage. The stage slowly rose into the air, and the dome transformed into a scene filled with countless stars, slowly rotating and stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see.

Benjamin Foster stood calmly on the stage—even though no one was paying attention to him.

"Dear students..."

With a bang, a student on the nearest viewing platform was shoved off, and the ensuing shouting and cursing completely drowned out the auditorium's sound system. The area below the stage turned into a battlefield.

The hot-tempered dean of the Mech Operations Institute suddenly stood up, ready to leave.

Benjamin Foster paused, unhurriedly took out a headset and put it on, tapped his toes rhythmically on the stage a few times, and the auditorium's sound system let out a thunderous boom. Everyone felt like dice in a cup, and anyone not sitting properly was knocked flat.

For a moment, the auditorium was dead silent.

Benjamin Foster took off the headset and continued, unfazed: "Hello everyone, welcome to Starsea Academy. I know you all really want to beat me up right now, but sorry, you can't reach me. I also know you're planning to wait until I come down to make your move—my speech will take about fifteen minutes, so you have fifteen minutes to consider whether you really want to beat up the principal. After all, as of yesterday, the school's largest shareholder became a black hole."

Upon hearing this, the faculty in the front row all bowed their heads in mourning, feeling as if their salaries had been tainted by these hooligans.

Principal Foster, however, felt no shame—on the contrary, he was proud, and continued speaking confidently: "My colleagues and I will accompany you through the next few years—perhaps the most important years of your lives..."

The boy who had just hacked into the sound system suddenly interrupted, "Principal, do you guys teach how to pick up girls and hit on guys?"