Chapter 62 - 63: A Level 600 Powerhouse!

Chapter 62: Chapter 63: A Level 600 Powerhouse!

Chapter 63: A Level 600 Powerhouse!

The short-haired woman from Calder Academy suddenly sneered.

"Gareth Quinn."

"Does that mean you’re not as good as him either?"

Someone nearby immediately joined in.

"Exactly."

"You were only recruited by the High Command during your second year."

"He was selected while still in high school."

"By your own logic, he skipped two more years than you did."

A few people nearby smiled.

Gareth, however, showed no embarrassment.

Instead, he answered with complete confidence.

"Yeah."

"I admit Nathaniel is even more outrageous than me."

"Is there a problem with that?"

Everyone was stunned.

Gareth grinned again.

"Besides, I’m only a second-year student."

"And I’m still stronger than all of you."

The air fell quiet once more.

The next instant, dangerous auras surged from several people.

At that moment, Instructor Malcolm Rook suddenly stopped.

The space beneath everyone’s feet trembled.

All the restless auras were instantly suppressed.

Instructor Malcolm Rook turned around.

"If any of you say another word, I’ll throw you down."

The entire group fell silent.

Even Gareth finally closed his mouth.

Nathaniel looked ahead.

They had already left the city.

Below them stretched endless barren plains and mountain ranges.

Strangely, there was nothing ahead, yet Instructor Malcolm Rook had stopped in midair.

The wind gradually died down.

Even the clouds seemed frozen in place by some invisible force.

Instructor Malcolm Rook raised his hand.

A silver-white token appeared in his palm.

A golden dragon was engraved on its front.

The next second, the token trembled.

The empty space ahead rippled like the surface of a lake.

Transparent waves spread outward in expanding circles.

A massive gateway slowly emerged before everyone’s eyes.

Beyond the gate was no city, mountain, or river.

Instead, an entirely separate world appeared.

Someone whispered,

"Is this the High Command Training Camp?"

"It’s actually hidden inside a special space."

Gareth also put away his playful expression.

His gaze became serious.

"This place is impressive."

Instructor Malcolm Rook didn’t waste any words.

"Go in."

He stepped through the gateway.

Everyone followed.

The moment Nathaniel crossed the entrance, he felt his body brush against a cool curtain of water.

The next instant, his vision cleared.

An enormous world appeared before him.

The sky above was not an ordinary sky. It was a vast, deep starry expanse.

A golden dragon’s shadow could be seen faintly coiling across its surface.

In the distance, countless towers pierced the heavens.

Some were wrapped in lightning.

Others were covered in flames.

Farther away, enormous dungeon entrances floated in midair, each resembling a whirlpool of a different color.

The energy radiating from these entrances far surpassed anything Nathaniel had encountered in Westmere.

Everyone descended onto a massive plaza.

Its ground was paved with black metal, and countless formation patterns covered the surface.

The moment Nathaniel landed, he felt a heavy pressure beneath his feet.

The gravity here seemed stronger than in the outside world.

After landing, everyone looked toward the far end of the plaza.

A figure was already waiting there.

The man was enormous.

Standing at the edge of the plaza, he was nearly three meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a wall.

Thunder patterns crawled across his bare arms like living creatures.

He wasn’t even releasing his aura deliberately, yet the formation patterns covering the black-metal plaza occasionally flickered under the pressure surrounding him.

Nathaniel’s pupils contracted slightly.

What a terrifying aura!

Noctis, perched on his shoulder, sensed the danger too. Its little head quickly disappeared into Nathaniel’s collar, leaving only one ear exposed.

Instructor Malcolm Rook looked at the man and spoke indifferently.

"I’ve brought the newcomers."

The burly man nodded.

"Thank you for your trouble."

His voice was deep.

When it reached everyone’s ears, it felt like thunder rolling inside their chests.

Several students turned pale.

Every one of these students from the Five Top Academies was a leading genius among their peers.

They had encountered plenty of powerful instructors during their studies.

Yet standing before this man, they still felt an overwhelming pressure.

The burly man’s gaze swept across the group.

For an instant, Nathaniel felt as if lightning had struck his soul.

The man slowly introduced himself.

"My name is Garrick Dain."

"I’m an instructor at the High Command Training Camp."

"Level: 600."

"Profession: Thunder Titan."

Boom!

Level 600!

The moment those words fell, the entire plaza erupted.

"Level 600?!"

"Our instructor is a Level 600 powerhouse?"

"Thunder Titan... Isn’t that a legendary high-tier thunder-based close-combat profession?"

"Someone of this caliber has personally come to train our batch of newcomers?"

"At Calder Academy, only the Headmaster and Vice Principal have reached Level 600!"

Everyone was shocked.

They had already known that the High Command operated on a scale far beyond ordinary institutions.

But seeing a Level 600 powerhouse standing right in front of them was an entirely different matter.

Nathaniel’s thoughts were also racing.

Dorian Kessler was Level 400. He had killed a Level 300 Boss with a single finger and protected an entire city.

What about someone at Level 600?

What would happen if an existence like this unleashed his full strength?

Instructor Garrick Dain merely raised his eyes.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning exploded across the starry sky above them.

The thunder instantly drowned out every conversation.

The entire plaza fell silent.

Instructor Garrick Dain looked coldly at the newcomers.

"I know every one of you is a genius who passed the selection."

"But now that you’re here, put away that little bit of arrogance."

His voice was calm, yet it carried unquestionable authority.

"The High Command has no shortage of geniuses."

"In fact, geniuses are the least valuable thing here."

Several students’ expressions changed.

Instructor Garrick Dain continued.

"You ranked first in your academies, became famous in your cities, and defeated everyone your age."

"But that only proves you earned the right to stand here."

"It doesn’t mean you’re already worthy of the High Command."

A trace of excitement appeared in Gareth’s eyes.

The students from the Five Top Academies, however, looked rather unhappy.

Instructor Garrick Dain raised his hand.

A massive light screen appeared above the plaza.

A pitch-black dungeon entrance was displayed on it.

Beneath the image was a line of blood-red text.

[Level 400 Hell-Difficulty Dungeon]

Instructor Garrick Dain spoke slowly.

"The graduation requirement for the High Command Training Camp is simple."

"Clear a Level 400 Hell-Difficulty Dungeon alone."

"Only after completing this challenge can you graduate from the Training Camp and become an official member of the High Command."

The entire plaza fell silent.

The next second, everyone’s expressions changed.

"Clear it alone?"

"Level 400?"

"And on Hell difficulty?"

"That’s an absurd graduation requirement!"

Instructor Garrick Dain watched their reactions without changing his expression.

"You have ten years."

"Complete the challenge within ten years, and you graduate."

"Fail to complete it within ten years, and you’re eliminated."

Another wave of silence followed.

Ten years.

It sounded like a long time.

But for Professionals, every increase in level made further advancement harder.

Once they passed Level 200, most needed months just to gain another level.

And that was before considering the combat strength required to clear a Level 400 Hell-Difficulty Dungeon alone.