Abyss Solo

City of Light, surface, a thousand times faster flow of time.

Yang Ming, with his astonishing Lv24 Awakener level, successfully secured a spot to enter the advanced training base and was given a modest farewell ceremony.

—Actually, it was just having a farewell meal in the cafeteria.

Then, Yang Ming and his roommates boarded the hovercar that came to pick them up.

In the City of Light, with its population in the hundreds of billions, all numbers seem to be magnified.

There are tens of thousands of basic training bases here, but only a few hundred advanced ones;

because most Awakeners, after leaving the basic training base, enter various 'Awakener Management Bureaus' and join local Awakener teams.

In fact, most of the City of Light is usually quite peaceful.

In districts where special events frequently occur, two to three Awakener teams are stationed, and enough Awakeners are on standby to support any outbreak of events.

When choosing his development path, Yang Ming also had some hesitation.

At the training base, his freedom was quite restricted, and he could only move around a limited area, with only two days off each month to go home and 'visit his parents'; normally, he couldn't go out.

If he joined a local Awakener team, he could ensure his training while also learning more about the City of Light, helping Lyu to complete his full infiltration work faster.

But after thinking it over carefully, he decided to go for 'further study' at the advanced training base.

Going to school, most of the time, is the fastest way for self-improvement.

The training at the advanced base generally lasts five years, during which Yang Ming aims to reach at least Lv35.

And if his combat power is assessed at Lv60, he would have the chance to get closer to Levi.

Perhaps he wouldn't need to spend 'that long' there.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming's lips curled into a gentle smile, and he felt a slight sense of sentiment.

"Daru!"

Edwan Kabba, who had fallen asleep shortly after boarding, suddenly woke up from a dream and grabbed Yang Ming's arm.

Yang Ming frowned at the guy, grumbling, "What's up?"

"Ah," Edwan Kabba said, looking a bit shaken, "I just had a dream where our dorm was split! Oh, my god, it was like a horror movie."

"No, no, no," Yang Ming shook his head, "To me, that's a comedy."

"We're good brothers, Daru!"

The blond youth earnestly said:

"I need to be by your side to take care of you. You're a training junkie, waking up to train, falling asleep to rest.

"Without me beside you, how would you handle interpersonal relationships? How would you deal with social interactions? How would you get along with the teachers?"

Yang Ming pondered for a moment, "Alright, Kabba, but don't you think we don't really need too much social interaction? We're here to enhance our strength, not to make friends."

The driver in the front seat, a middle-aged man in a uniform, leisurely watched the two of them.

"Oh, Daru, your understanding of society is too one-sided."

Edwan Kabba said seriously:

"The healthy functioning of society isn't based on fighting, but on law, morality, human relations, and the indispensable idealism."

Curious, Yang Ming asked, "I get human relations, it's for individuals to better integrate into the collective and find the right environment for them, but what's the deal with idealism?"

"Idealism is the best medicine against reality."

Edwan Kabba smiled and said:

"Let me give you an example, it's like the so-called bureaucratic protectionism people often talk about. It happens mostly among officials within the same region, and their underlying logic is:

"If I don't help you today, who will help me tomorrow?

"So, through mutual cover-ups and support among officials, they maximize their own interests. Clearly, the existence of such a phenomenon will harm the public sentiment.

"How can this problem be solved?

"Fully relevant laws and regulations are the way, elevating the ideological level of officials is the route, and advocating collective ideals to constrain individual behavior is the shortcut."

Looking at him curiously, Yang Ming laughed, "Not bad, Kabba, seems like you have some political potential."

Edwan Kabba raised his eyebrows, "So, the pest in your contacts doesn't seem entirely useless, right?"

"Well, a little bit, but not much."

Yang Ming shrugged, glanced ahead at the streets, his lips forming a faint smile.

So far, everything is going according to plan, and it seems there won't be any surprises.

He said, "Even if we're not in the same dorm, we can still keep in touch regularly."

"Of course," Edwan Kabba laughed, "Don't worry, I'll look after you, just like a big brother."

Yang Ming's forehead was briefly marked with a few black lines.

Should he ask Lyu to interfere with the dorm arrangement?

Forget it, this guy indeed has helped him quite a bit.

Yang Ming closed his eyes, and a line of small text quickly flashed across his view.

[Everything is normal].

...

"Uh, Lyu, is everything really normal now?"

In Lyu's Thought Space, time synchronizes with the surface layer of the City of Light.

Molly, looking at the information Lyu sent out, pointed to information slowly popping out from the stream on one side.

"It seems that something big is about to happen over at Emperor Star, didn't you see?"

"Of course I saw," Lyu replied calmly, "But this scenario was predicted by my boss and I before, it's nothing to worry about."