Abyss Solo

This old man has been getting more and more annoying lately! He won't even let me take a nap!

Doesn't he know that in this time-accelerated virtual world, I need to ensure ten hours of sleep every day, or my brain gets easily exhausted!

Oh, right, he doesn't know.

Never mind then.

During lunch break, Yang Ming sat under the parasol, sipping a cold drink, crossing his legs, watching the bald uncle energetically shouting ahead, and he stretched lazily, lying on the table to catch a little nap.

Levi Badoli's carefully planned classroom recruitment drive for the club members ended in awkward smiles from the students, declaring bankruptcy.

Not giving up, Uncle Badoli dragged the two of them to set up a stall on the paths between the training ground and the dormitory.

The uncle's voice wafted slowly from the front:

"Hey there, do you want to know the truth of the universe?"

"Do you want to gaze out at the distant stars?"

"Are you worried about having no topics when chatting with your girlfriend? Do you want to propose to her with the most romantic gesture?"

"Follow us, the Cosmic Truth Investigation Club, and we'll take you... Hey! Young man, why so rude, listen to me finish! At least take a flyer! Ah, these youngsters are so impatient!"

Yang Ming glanced up at Uncle Badoli, who was scratching his head as he walked back.

Yang Ming immediately pretended to be asleep, afraid of being dragged along to stand on the street.

"Lunchboxes are here!"

Edwan Kabba jogged over, followed by a food delivery robot; he busied himself with the robot and set out a lavish lunch on the long table by the roadside.

Boss Yang instantly perked up.

Levi Badoli looked worried: "What should we do? Our club only has three people, if we can't get five, we can't establish the club."

"Who told you it has to be five?" Yang Ming asked, puzzled.

Levi Badoli scolded: "The minimum for a club is five, isn't that common sense!? You have no common sense!"

"Really?" Yang Ming picked up a knife and fork and started to gorge himself.

Levi Badoli laughed and scolded: "Aren't you supposed to offer some rebuttal after saying 'really'? Are you just here for free food and drinks? I'm treating this meal today! You eat my food, you need to help me shout out in the afternoon!"

"I have classes in the afternoon."

"Afternoon is my physical training class, you two shout out in class for me!"

Levi Badoli hummed:

"As long as we can gather five people, pay attention, that's five students, we can establish the club. I'll be your advisor, and we can have a variety of campus activities and even go out to eat and drink, using school funds."

Yang Ming's eyes lit up: "Now that you mention it, the club does seem to have a bit of necessity to exist."

Edwan Kabba gritted his teeth and cursed: "Don't make embezzling public funds sound so righteous, you bastard!"

"If we're going to organize this club, at the very least, we need to find its meaning first."

Yang Ming said seriously:

"Do people crave to understand the universe? Our history books say that we are the defeated side, exiled here, so people have a fear of the universe.

"Can star-gazing enhance our powers? Obviously not.

"This is a high training base, every Awakener sent here to train is an elite in their district, and in the future, they'll become key players in their zones, so they all have fulfilling lives.

"Our club's only activities worth mentioning so far are three: first, stargazing, second, dining together, and third, chatting after meals.

"Do these have any appeal to these future elite key players?"

Edwan Kabba said: "Now that you put it that way... it seems like our club doesn't really have a reason to exist?"

"Sigh!"

Levi Badoli sighed: "Well, at this point, let's just eat first."

Yang Ming and Edwan Kabba exchanged a glance, and each let out a chuckle.

The three of them ate and drank by the roadside, attracting the attention of many passing students and staff.

After they were full and content, the long-awaiting catering robot came forward, took away the leftovers and lunch boxes, cleaned the table, and then wobbled back to the cafeteria.

The gentle breeze brought the fragrance of nearby grass and trees, the slightly tilted light of the Constant Star shone on their ankles.

The three of them lined up, slouching in the simple chairs with backrests, each letting out a comfortable sigh.

"Daru, how much longer until you take the final test and get deployed to your post?"

"Over a year or so, roughly, ours is fairly flexible."

"Can we get assigned to the same place?"

Edwan Kabba asked worriedly:

"I've asked those seniors who dated at the high training base, most of them broke up in the end."

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

Levi Badoli: "That sounds a bit off, huh, you two finally hooked up?"

"Get lost!"

Yang Ming and Edwan cursed simultaneously, turning their heads.

The bald uncle revealed a slightly satisfied smile.

Yang Ming also puzzled, asked: "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to follow you, continue to hang onto your coattails," Edwan Kabba laughed, "though the circumstances are different, the request is the same, try to be assigned to the same district."

Next to them, Levi Badoli chuckled:

"Don't you know?

"After graduating from the high training base, deployment to defense work isn't the only option. Of course, you can stay at the high training base, or go to other training bases to be a coach and mentor.