Over the next few days, Theon headed even deeper into the dimensional zone and hunted dimensional beasts like his life depended on it.

With his enhanced abilities, the hunting was too easy.

His C-rank God's Eye allowed him to track beasts from kilometers away.

They couldn't hide from him as he could see through walls and even track their hear signatures. It was almost too easy for him.

He could also predict their movements, see their weak points, and react with inhuman speed.

The first group he encountered was a pack of Six-Legged-Sharks.

They were Rank 7 Primitive Beasts, dangerous to most Genetic Soldiers but barely a challenge for Theon's current strength.

With just a single slash, they were seperated cleanly from their bodies.

Each strike was precise, each movement optimized. Within seconds, seven Legged-Sharks lay dead, their cores harvested.

The next beast he saw were Stone-Shell Mammoth, a massive Rank8 beast whose thick armor plating could deflect most attacks.

Theon's God's Eye immediately identified the weak points in its shell—gaps where the plates met as he slashed his blade through the gap, severing its head.

Even without that, Theon could have easily dispatched the beast.

After a few days of hunting, he traveled back toward the dimensional zone's exit, Theon continued his hunt.

By the time he approached the barrier marking the zone's boundary, he'd eliminated another forty-three beasts ranging from Rank 1 to Rank 6.

His blade was stained with black dried blood as he moved.

When Theon finally passed through the shimmering barrier that marked the dimensional zone's edge, he found himself back in the military checkpoint.

Soldiers were stationed at regular intervals, monitoring the steady stream of Genetic Soldiers and Super Soldiers entering and exiting.

As Theon approached the checkpoint, several soldiers turned to look at him.

Their expressions shifted from to surprise, he was alone, covered in blood, and the killing intent radiated off of him was so sharp the soldiers thought they were looking at a veteran.

"Identification," one soldier demanded, though his hand had drifted toward his weapon.

Theon produced his academy pass. The soldier scanned them, his frown deepening.

"Your file says you entered with a four-person team," he said slowly. "Where are the others?"

"Dead," Theon replied flatly. "Betrayed and killed by one of our own. I barely survived."

The soldier's expression hardened. "That's a serious accusation. You'll need to come with us to make a full report."

Theon nodded. He'd expected this. "I understand."

They led him deeper into the military compound, past rows of armored vehicles and weapon emplacements, until they reached a command building that rose three stories above the checkpoint. The soldiers ushered him inside, through corridors that hummed with activity, finally stopping before a heavy reinforced door.

One soldier knocked. "Commander, we have a situation. Student from Galaxy Reign Academy, claims his team was killed by betrayal."

"Enter," came a gravelly voice from within.

The door swung open, revealing an office that was surprisingly spartan. Combat maps covered the walls, tactical displays flickered on multiple screens, and seated behind a desk was an old man who defied every expectation of his age.

The commander looked to be in his seventies weathered face, iron-grey hair cut military short, a scar running down his left cheek. But his body was incredibly fit, more muscular than Theon himself, with the kind of dense, compact power that came from decades of cultivation and combat. His eyes were sharp, taking in every detail with a single glance.

When those eyes landed on Theon, the commander's expression shifted.

His face broke suddenly broke into a slight smile rare enough that the soldiers who'd escorted Theon exchanged stunned glances.

"Your name is Theon, right?" the commander said, his voice carrying unexpected warmth. "Old Yang said if I saw you, I should take special care of you. Didn't think I'd see you this soon."

The soldiers were visibly shocked. Their commander, known throughout the military for his strict, by-the-book approach, was smiling at an unknown student?

Theon was stunned. Old Yang… that name brought back memories. The frontlines, brutal combat, and his teacher.

He studied the man before him more carefully, and his face show surprise as recognition dawned.

"Are you Old Ghost?" Theon asked cautiously.

"Hahaha!" The commander's laugh was deep and genuine. "I see Old Yang still talks about me. Good, good. It's been too long since I've heard that old nickname."

He stood and walked around his desk, moving with fluid grace despite his apparent age. When he reached Theon, he clapped a powerful hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"Come with me," Old Ghost said, his smile fading into something more serious. "We have much to discuss."

He dismissed the soldiers with a wave, and they left, closing the door behind them. Once alone, Old Ghost gestured for Theon to sit, then settled back into his own chair.

"The matter about your friends' deaths, no need to explain it any further. I will send someone to explain to their families. Don't worry—I will make sure their families don't dare try anything against you."

Theon was stunned by the casual confidence in those words. Old Ghost wielded enough influence to protect him from the potential wrath of several families who'd lost their children?

"Just make sure to submit the video recording to the academy," Old Ghost continued. "Let them see the proof. As long as you're within this city, no one would dare try any nonsense with me here."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And Theon? Old Yang asked me to tell you. Now that your family knows where you are, it would be incredibly dangerous. Why don't we do this, you can apply for temporary leave at he academy and stay here for the time being. With me here, no one would dare try anything."

Theon's brows rose in surprise and bowed his head as he pondered.

But then he raised his head and smiled. "Thank you commander, but I hva e my own plans. Don't worry, I won't die too easily."

The commander seemed not to surprised by this. He had learnt of Theon's character from Old yang and he simply smiled and patted Theon's shoulder.

They talked for another hour about Old yang and his drunken behavior as they both laughed.

Finally, Old Ghost arranged transportation for Theon back to Galaxy City.

***

The journey back to Galaxy Reign Academy took several hours by military transport. Theon used the time to meditate, consolidating his recent gains and ensuring his energy circulation was stable after all the transformations he'd undergone.

When the transport finally pulled up to the academy's gates, it was late afternoon.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the pristine grounds, painting everything in shades of amber and gold.

Theon made his way directly to the administrative building.

It was a towering structure of glass and steel that housed the academy's bureaucratic operations. He needed to submit his mission report and the video evidence before anything else.

The reception area was busy with students submitting their own reports from various missions.

Theon waited his turn, then approached a desk where a young woman in an academy uniform sat processing submissions.

"Mission report and evidence," Theon said, placing the recording device on her desk.

The woman took it, her fingers flying across a holographic interface as she began the standard processing procedure. She scanned the device, uploaded its contents to the academy's system, and began reviewing the preliminary data.

Then her eyes widened. Her fingers stopped moving. She looked up at Theon with an expression of shock, then quickly pressed a button on her console.

"Yes?" came a voice from her communication device.

"I need to speak with an Envoy immediately," she said, her voice carefully controlled but underlaid with urgency. "We have a… highly unusual mission submission that requires immediate review."

There was a pause. Then: "Transfer the details. If it's truly urgent, they'll respond."

The woman's fingers danced across her interface again. Seconds stretched into a minute. Then her console chimed.

"The Envoys request an immediate meeting with student Theon," she said, looking at him with barely concealed awe. "They're sending an escort."

Theon wasn't surprised by this but he didn't expect to meet an Envoy just like that.

The Academy Envoys—seven individuals who represented the academy's ultimate power. They were legendary figures, each one rumored to possess strength that could shatter the skies and level mountains.

They were the reason Galaxy Reign Academy commanded respect across the entire continent. The reason the academy stood till this day.

And now they wanted to meet with him.

Within minutes, an older student arrived. It was a young man with five stars etched on his badge.

"Please follow me. The Envoys are waiting."

Theon metered the vehicle and they headed directly to the center of the academy.

There were a few checkpoints which were cleared.

it was then they arrived at a massive mountain.

The primal energy here was so thick Theon could even feel it passing through his skin.

Finally, they arrived before an enormous hall. The doors alone were three meters tall, crafted from some dark metal that hummed with defensive formations. As they approached, the doors swung open silently.

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