Shi Lang mentioned conditions in exchange to work as Cara’s aid and when the lady heard the conditions, she was surprised a bit by the things mentioned by the young man, however, she did not deny them. In her eyes, the value of the was only marginal.

In the end, the two people agreed to the terms and Cara left the room with a little bounce in her steps. Amelia asked, “Why did you ask her to allow the grass from Arcadia to be cultivated and then supplied to the federation?”

She was confused over this term. Shi Lang said, “I should not disclose this matter to anyone but since it is you, I will tell you. However, do not tell anyone else about it.”

Amelia was surprised by the seriousness of his tone, she did not expect it to be a matter of great value. Shi Lang was not someone to pull his ice-face for every little thing. She nodded and said, “I promise.”

Shi Lang said, “You remember that I was able to breakthrough in the final year only?”

Amelia nodded and the young man continued, “This is because of an ancient method. I do not know how but I recalled this method during one of my cultivation sessions. This method cleansed my body from the core, and thanks to that method, I was able to excel.

During our mission at Arcadia, I sensed something weird and when I was thinking about it, I entered the deep cultivation. With every breath, my strength increased. The feeling was like I am invincible. Only when the mission finished did I figure out what it was.”

Amelia thought he was just talking bull** during the first half and was about to call it out but when the boy entered the second half, her expression became solemn. The reason was that his strength did grow by the minute he spent on the Arcadian land and when they flew back from there, Shi Lang had become normal.

She asked, “What was it?”

Shi Lang said, “The ancient art of cultivation. If you look at the archives of the civilization, the ancestors were stronger than the Terrans are at the moment, however, something happened and the spiritual energy ran out, and the era of cultivation ended. The age of machines came and with the technology, the remnants of the cultivation period sought out new ways to enhance and progress. So, I think what happened to me, is similar to this cultivation.”

Amelia was flabbergasted and then she said, “Lang, my family line is traced back to the period when the machine age has just begun. I can tell you that what you said has a great possibility to be true, however, we need conclusive evidence and this method must be kept a secret, only a few selected people in the Federation could be told about this.”

Shi Lang nodded, and said, “That is why I intend to go back to the federation and have a meeting with the president and then discuss the matter with him in person. I have no idea how he will react.”

Amelia nodded and said, “I see, this is indeed the correct way to deal with this matter. However, why did you ask to not resign from your position in the army? You can get immigrated to Arcadia, if it is because of me, I will follow you without any hesitation.”

Shi Lang smiled and her and hugged her in his embrace and he said, “Before anything else, I am a Terran. How can I turn face from my duty as a Terran soldier to gain from the position of a diplomat, you can take this exchange of tenure as a means to grow stronger and relax. The strain of killing twenty thousand people is not something that can be dealt with ease.”

Amelia heard his words and realized that all this time he was covering up the after-effects and the strain on his mind. The two talked for a bit and then went to bed. However, sleep was not as pleasant as it usually would be, Shi Lang would dream of the massacre that he had committed on arcadia.

If someone was to ask him, how he felt. He would probably reply, ‘I never expected that killing the enemy could make you twisted as well.’

Yes, he was feeling twisted, because the number of people he killed was something that he had killed in his entire life as a cultivator. Imagine, the strain.

…

The sun came up on the horizon and Amelia woke to find the other side of the bed to be empty. She sat up and turned to get down when she found a note on her bedside table, ‘Gone to see the instructor. Sorry, did not tell you but I need to correct this soon.’

Amelia smiled faintly and shook her head as she mumbled, “You fool.”

…

Shi Lang had taken permission from Stevenson and departed to visit Dalia, the instructor of medical science back on the camp Ragnarok. She was also a great psychologist. Shi Lang took the fastest spaceship in the fleet, a scout class vessel, and moved to the destination, Ao.

In the meantime, he stated his wish to have an audience with the president to Quinn and Stevenson, when they asked him the reason, Shi Lang only said, “The future of Terrans, and the chance for the president to get re-elected.”

He was sure to exploit all the angles that he could. If the president thought that the future of the civilization that he mentioned was a bluff, he will not overlook the chance to get re-elected. After all, the mission to send a delegation here and the fact that they kept so many things under wraps had gained him a bad rep, and the opposition was gaining on the campaign.

Shi Lang landed on the spaceport of Ao and made a beeline to the camp. He was not aware that the news of his exploits on the battlefield has already circulated and updated on the system. So everywhere he went and tagged his Communicator. The recorded kill count in it was also upgraded. If he was to pay enough attention then he will find that the soldiers would address him as the god of death.

Shi Lang would have killed the guy who gave him this name, he thought of himself as a gentleman you know. Coming to the camp, Shi Lang found that he was not going to meet the instructors until he passed a few tests.

It was evening when he found himself in front of the camp master’s office. The person behind the door said, “Come in, Major Lang.”

Shi Lang entered the office and saluted with a ramrod back. He said, “Major Shi Lang reporting, Ma’am.”

Dalia gazed at him with a big smile on her face and asked, “Major Lang or should I call you the god of death?”

Shi Lang was surprised and the lady said, “Well, I expected that you will not be aware of the moniker you have earned by killing those people and to make it worse you are having a little post-traumatic stress at the moment. Right?”

Shi Lang nodded, Dalia said, “Come we will take in the infirmary.”

Then the two people came to the infirmary while talking about the events that has taken place in the battle and also what Shi Lang planned to do after the battle. They talked for a whole night before Shi Lang came out of the infirmary with a big smile on his face. The blood lust radiated from his body was also retracted.

Dalia wanted to hold him back for a few days but when he received the message from the president, she could not tell him to stop. After all, the president held the highest authority.

Shi Lang came to metropia, in a day and found himself standing in front of the room where most people might never reach even in their dreams. He pushed the door open and entered inside to face a middle-aged man.

…

Two days later, Shi Lang and his whole team were traveling to Arcadia after they were reinstated as the temporary aids, to the Empress of Arcadia, Cara Mia. They were going to help the young girl to create a new government and establish a new monarchy.

Cara had some ideas about what she wanted to do, but only by discussing with other people was she able to refine those ideas. That was what the people were doing for the past two days, they will talk and talk and talk about the ideas according to what Cara wanted. While some people would focus on looking for the pros of the idea and the other half will focus on the cons.

Rosa was a neutral person in the debates and she would tell Cara the chances of what the possibility of the situations mentioned was if they were to happen. On the third day, the spaceship landed on the spaceport of Arcadia, and the team was greeted by the entirety of the Arcadian military.