“The Hakiji Star Production Team is so extravagant! Even the daily life episodes burn this much budget to produce!”
“Daily life is the right way, who understands? I just love these peaceful moments after a big battle.”
“So where’s the swimsuit episode? There should be a classic swimsuit episode this time, right?”
“I want to see Xiaoxi in a swimsuit.”
Even though these dishes couldn’t quite compare to her family’s chef, the long-missed cooked food still ignited Yun Ruoxi’s appetite.
She buried her head in her meal, shoveling in bite after bite, not even sparing a glance at the bullet screen.
By the end of the meal, the girl’s little belly was round and full, and a small mountain of bones had piled up on the table before her.
Leaning back in her chair, she patted her pale, protruding “watermelon belly” with a look of pure satisfaction.
“Sis, after eating so much, can you still walk?” Aili, who’d been busy feeding her, curiously poked her belly.
“No problem~” Yun Ruoxi waved her hand lazily, her body slowly floating upward. “I’ll just fly back.”
“Then Sis, aren’t you going to go register your new name first?” Aili asked, full of curiosity.
“I’ll sleep for a while first, then go — hic ~~~”
“Then I’ll go with you later, Sis.”
With a loud burp, the blue-haired girl floated out of the cafeteria lying in mid-air, while Aili, still not full from all her feeding, continued her struggle with the food.
***
Back at the dormitory, Yun Ruoxi originally planned to take a nap, but found a cylindrical robot had appeared at the door.
“Ding! 219, please collect your official trainee Uniform!”
“You’re not the system or Thunderbolt, what’s with the ding…” Yun Ruoxi grumbled inwardly, sat up, and reached out. With a squeeze of her fingers, the box held by the cylinder robot flew onto her bed.
Opening the box.
Inside, two neatly folded sets of Uniforms, along with matching Tactical Boots, socks, and other items.
Yun Ruoxi snapped her fingers.
One set of Uniforms automatically unfolded and hovered in the air, as if worn by an invisible person.
The Uniform consisted of two layers.
The innermost was a black, tight-fitting garment, inlaid with numerous dark blue hard modules, quite similar to the battle suits from Gantz.
On top of the bodysuit was a dark green, short, stand-collar jacket and black Tactical Pants.
The jacket’s hem only reached the navel, serving more for decoration than function.
But the many pockets crammed on the pants were indeed practical.
“As expected… the treatment for official trainees is different. This bodysuit is actually a Starforce Battlesuit.”
Yun Ruoxi gently stroked the fabric of the bodysuit.
Not all Starforce Users could be like her, possessing such an all-purpose and convenient ability like telekinesis.
Most Starforce Users had pronounced strengths and clear weaknesses, which often led to a rather awkward problem.
In combat.
The first thing to get destroyed by stray attacks was often not the surrounding buildings or environment, but their own clothes.
Some Starforce Users’ abilities even allowed them to become fire or water themselves. Sometimes, before they could even hurt the enemy, their clothes had already been ruined by their own powers.
The Starforce Battlesuit existed to solve this problem.
The Battlesuit was made from Starforce materials sourced from the negative universe, imbued with star energy, able to adapt to the wearer’s ability to avoid being destroyed by their own power.
Just like Starforce Users, the Starforce Battlesuit was divided into seven levels.
The most common Level 1 suit could only withstand handguns, shotguns, and other low-kinetic weapons, with no other special effects.
Slightly higher Level 2 and Level 3 suits could have practical features such as stealth or resistance to harsh environments, but their price was often astronomical.
Yun Ruoxi once had three Level 3 Starforce Battlesuits — she couldn’t drive anything higher — but during her birthday party, she changed into a dress and took it off, which was why she lost so quickly that time.
The Starforce Battlesuit distributed by the War Camp was standard Level 1, but it was already quite decent.
A Starforce Battlesuit was expensive, costing as much as a set of standard colonial armor.
Many newly awakened Starforce Users had to take on years of Starforce Armor Loans just to afford a single Level 1 suit, becoming pitiable “clothes slaves.”
Only a major power rooted in the negative universe like the War Camp could so generously provide every one of its tens of thousands of trainees with a suit.
Yun Ruoxi glanced at the anime episode: Lin Zhen and the rest of the main cast had also returned to their dorms first, where they too received their trainee Uniforms delivered by a robot.
Seeing how dashing everyone looked in their new outfits in the show, she immediately gave up on her nap.
She got up at once to change.
Wasting free camera time was courting divine retribution.
The Starforce Battlesuit could adjust to fit one’s body; as soon as Yun Ruoxi put it on, it shrank and adhered perfectly.
Then she put on the outer jacket, Tactical Pants, and a pair of deep black Tactical Boots.
Looking at her sharp new look on the anime screen, she nodded in satisfaction.
She immediately called Aili to go to the training room together.
“This look is just too cool!”
“Tactical Boots with Uniform, that’s pure German aesthetics.”
“Sii~”
“But Xiaoxi always looks like she’s trying so hard to act grown-up in this, it’s really hilarious.”
There weren’t many people in the Class 9 team training room.
Yun Ruoxi and Aili picked adjacent spots and entered the virtual space together.
As soon as they entered the virtual space, a prompt window popped up.
[Please enter your new name]
“What kind of name should I pick?”
Yun Ruoxi rested her chin in her hand, hesitating.
If possible, she actually wanted to choose “Yelan” as her name.
But there was no way the system would accept the trainee’s real name.
Anyone bold enough to use their real name would even have points deducted.
After all, the War Camp’s true purpose was to foster a sense of belonging to the organization among trainees.
Keeping one’s real name meant holding on to the past, which was strictly taboo in the War Camp.
“The name needs to be connected to me, but also cool. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, I’ll be using it as a villain in the future too.”
Yun Ruoxi agonized for a long while before finally settling on a satisfactory new name.
“Xinglan.”
Her real name carried the gentle connotations of “Ruoshui,” while “Lan” sounded stronger, making it a good fit for her future villainous identity.
[No duplicate name, approved]
[Xinglan, welcome to becoming a full War Camp trainee. All sections of the virtual space are now open to you]
[AI is now calculating the change in your annual assessment points to confirm your new number]
Swish swish swish!
Prompt windows popped up one after another, and the AI’s voice buzzed non-stop in Yun Ruoxi’s ear.
At the same time.
The [Entertainment] and [Points Privileges] buttons, previously grayed out, now turned interactive blue.
“Oh, the entertainment section is open now.”
Yun Ruoxi was just about to tap in out of curiosity, when the prompt for number calculation appeared first.
“Only a major power rooted in the negative universe like the War Camp” what? They’re from negative universe? Then such big powerhouse but they still can’t have what is it, stellar energy metal or something