In a crowded district of the Li Sect, people of all ages moved about their daily routine with purpose and energy. Stalls lined the wide, dirt-packed paths – some merchants displayed their wares on sturdy wooden tables covered in cloth, while others laid out goods directly on strips of fabric spread over the bare ground. Every single person in sight wore simple grey robes, the standard attire for outer disciples,unofficial disciples and some mortals who came to trade, save for a few guards who stood watch at intervals throughout the bustle.

These guards were clad head-to-toe in polished steel armor, with a single well-crafted sword attached to their waist by leather belts, their eyes sharp as they scanned the crowd for any sign of trouble. Amidst the sea of grey and the steady murmur of voices, Icaros walked with ease, his presence blending in despite his calm bearing.

Icaros had a chiseled, athletic build with sharp facial features, piercing eyes that seemed to take in every detail around him, and a strong jawline that added to his striking appearance. He exuded calm confidence and deliberate composure in his plain grey robe, moving through the throng with a grace that belied his immense strength. Even as people brushed past him and merchants called out their wares, he maintained his focus, his posture relaxed but alert – a habit forged through thousands of years of protecting others on Earth.

His brows were gently furrowed as he held an old, weathered map in both hands, running his fingers over the faded ink markings that showed the layout of the sect's lower districts. The paper felt thin and fragile beneath his touch, and he handled it with care despite his power.

"It should be just ahead – the map marks the library at the end of this path," Icaros muttered to himself, folding the map carefully along its creases and tucking it into a hidden pocket inside his robe.

He quickened his pace slightly, weaving smoothly through the crowd as his curious eyes drifted over the stalls around him. There were items he'd never seen before: glowing stones set in simple metal frames, dried herbs bundled with colorful string, small wooden carvings of beasts that seemed to shift in the light. Though each display caught his attention and sparked questions about this new world, he stayed focused on his primary goal – he had little time to spare before tomorrow's mission.

"Woah – this kind of building would be a palace on Earth, with guards at every gate and only nobles allowed inside. But here, it's just a low-level library meant for outer and unofficial disciples. The Li Sect truly is on a scale I never imagined."

The structure stretched wide across his field of vision, its walls made of smooth, light-colored stone that shone faintly in the afternoon sun. Neat architectural lines gave it a sense of order and grandeur, with majestic pillars carved with images of mythical birds supporting the sloped roof. A large wooden sign bearing the word "Library" in bold, black characters hung prominently above the entrance, its surface polished to a shine that added to the building's impressive presence.

Icaros paused at the edge of the path, pulling out a square bronze card from his robe and turning it over in his hands. He recalled Li Han's words from earlier that day, spoken in a quiet tone as he'd handed over the permit: "This card gives you access to all the knowledge outer disciples and unofficial disciple will ever need– basic cultivation principles, sect rules, maps of the surrounding lands, and more. Though you're still considered an unofficial disciple, you can consider it a gift from Young Master Deimos – he wanted to make sure you're prepared for what comes next."

Only the word "Li" was carved into the card's smooth surface, but when Icaros focused his gaze due to curiousity, he faintly saw intricate magical runes glowing with a soft blue light hidden just beneath the bronze. He narrowed his eyes, concentrating harder, but the runes remained just out of full view. "My enhanced sight still works here – I just need to focus like I did back on Earth. It's reassuring to know at least my unique abilities haven't been lost in this transition,as i haven't even tested my optic blast " He smiled slightly as he remembered one of his earliest acts on Earth, centuries ago – saving a bus of school children from plunging off a collapsing bridge by spotting the weakened structure with his heightened vision before anyone else could see the danger. "If my strength, durability, speed, and sight all work as they should, it stands to reason my other abilities do too. But I can't test flight or optic blasts yet – not when I need to lie low, learn my place in this world, and keep my true nature hidden."

By the time his thoughts settled and he tucked the card back into his robe, he'd reached the library's massive doors. They were made of a dark, polished wood he didn't recognize, and when he placed his hand on the surface to push them open, it felt cool to the touch, even in the warm afternoon air. As he stepped forward, he noticed the same armored guards from the market were posted at the library's entrance and along the walls, their stances steady and alert – but it was as if they paid him no mind as he approached, their gaze fixed on the crowd beyond.

Inside, the air was cool and still, with rows upon rows of wooden shelves stretching into the distance, each one filled with neatly arranged books bound in leather or cloth. The smell of paper and ink hung in the air, mixed with a faint, earthy scent he couldn't identify. A middle-aged man in crisp white robes sat at a sturdy wooden table near the entrance – Icaros noted immediately that he was missing his left arm, and the sleeve of his robe was neatly folded and tied at his elbow. The man seemed completely absorbed in a thick book open before him, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read. Before Icaros could step forward to speak, he felt a familiar tingle across his skin – the same feeling he'd had when Li Han's senior had scanned him with divine sense earlier that day. It was as if the man was studying him from head to toe, his attention sweeping over every part of Icaros's body with an intensity that would have made most people uncomfortable.

The man looked up from his book then, his eyes meeting Icaros's with a gaze that held both condescension and disdain. "So you're the so-called strong warrior that brat Deimos brought back from the mortal world?" he said, his voice low but clear, carrying across the quiet entrance hall.

Icaros's brow furrowed briefly in surprise – this was the first time he'd heard anyone address Young Master Deimos with such disrespect. He paused for a moment, weighing his response carefully before relaxing his expression and straightening his shoulders. He replied in a calm, even tone, with no emotion detectable in his voice: "I am indeed the one Deimos brought back. I've come to use the library, and I have a permit for entry." With that, he tossed the bronze card gently toward the man, his movements controlled and precise.

The card flew through the air smoothly, and just as it seemed about to pass the man's figure, his right hand shot out and caught it with superhuman speed – so fast that Icaros barely saw the movement. It was a small detail, but one that made him raise an eyebrow in interest – this seemingly ordinary librarian was far stronger than he appeared,maybe even stronger than me,a quiet thought appeared in his mind.

"Confident and cocky, but willing to bend low to get what you want," the man said, his tone that of someone who was used to being in charge. He turned the card over in his hand, his eyes scanning its surface. "But you're on the wrong side, boy – siding with Deimos means you've made enemies you don't even know exist yet."

He swept his gaze over the card one more time – Icaros suspected he was using his divine sense to verify its authenticity – then tossed it back with the same gentle motion Icaros had used. But as Icaros reached out to catch it, an enormous weight and pressure suddenly slammed into his hand, so strong it nearly made him stumble backward. He gritted his teeth and steadied himself, using his strength to grasp the card firmly until the pressure faded away. When he looked up, the man was watching him with a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You can only access the first floor with that bronze card," the man called out as Icaros turned to walk deeper into the library. "All other floors are restricted unless you have a silver or gold permit – and those aren't given out to just anyone. Stick to what you're allowed to see, and stay out of trouble."

Once Icaros's figure had disappeared into the rows of shelves, the man leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself, his earlier disdain replaced by a look of approval. "That brat Deimos found a strong helper this time – maybe strong enough to make a difference when the struggle begins."

Time passed quickly as Icaros immersed himself in the library's vast collection of knowledge,not minding other disciples in the library. True to the Li Sect's reputation as one of the world's four great powers, the books covered everything from basic cultivation theory and beast classification to maps of the contested lands and histories of the sect's founding. With his enhanced physiology, his mind processed information far faster than any ordinary human could – he flipped through pages as if just scanning them, or glancing at the illustrations – yet every word, every diagram, every detail was imprinted clearly in his memory. It was an ability he'd discovered shortly after arriving on Earth millennia ago, when he'd realized his cosmic form allowed him to absorb and retain information with perfect clarity.

After what felt like hours – he gently placed the last book back on its shelf, straightening it carefully to match the others around it. "Finally – everything falls into place," he breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the mountain of information he'd just acquired settle in his mind. He now understood the basics of cultivation, the structure of the sect,the structure of the cultivation world,different powers and sects, and what to expect from tomorrow's mission.

It turns out, this world was far more complex than he'd initially imagined – it was a realm entirely on its own, nothing like the Earth he'd called home for ten thousand years. Every detail he'd absorbed from the library's books painted a picture of a place with rules, powers, and structures that defied everything he'd known before,well,not entirely everything.

Icaros took a deep breath, letting the cool evening air fill his lungs as he stood just outside the library doors. He'd spent hours inside, and the sun was now beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the sect's paths. He acknowledged the unshakeable fact: he was in a different world, and there was no going back – at least not for now. He hadn't even begun to figure out how he'd been pulled from the sun's flames and deposited here, and dwelling on it only left him with more questions than answers. What Icaros maybe didn't realize was that maybe deep down inside, there was a desire to live.

"I have to navigate through this world for the time being," he thought, closing his eyes for a moment as the knowledge he'd read flashed through his mind like a stream of light. The social status and hierarchy here were completely unlike Earth's. In his old world, power had been spread across nations, governments, and institutions – but here, in the cultivation world at least, only strength and personal power mattered above all else,although power was divided among cultivation sects and clans,it was still individuals that made the sects and clans as it is . He'd also discovered the world was broadly divided into two groups: mortals and cultivators.

Mortals were much like the humans Icaros had protected on Earth – they built cities, formed governments, and lived lives bound by time and physical limits. Their social structures were more organized and civil compared to the cutthroat cultivation world, with laws and systems designed to keep order. But when cultivators interfered in mortal affairs, chaos often followed. Wars would break out over resources, territory, or disputes between powerful sects, and the damage could ripple across entire regions,ending a vast amount of mortal lives. It had become so severe that the four great superpowers eventually signed an agreement: no cultivator was to interfere excessively with mortal life. The pact was rooted in practicality as much as compassion – mortals were the primary source of new cultivators, and while cultivators lived far longer than ordinary people,they rarely had children, and their mortality rate from battles and cultivation accidents was high.

In the cultivation world, while there was a semblance of structure – sects, clans, and ranks – in reality, strength was the only true measure of worth. An individual cultivator could wield power enough to rival entire nations, and that level of might shaped every aspect of life. At the very top of the cultivation hierarchy stood four supreme individuals, each the leader of one of the world's greatest powers.

The Li Sect was one of them, founded by the wielder of the Nega Bands – one of four legendary weapons that granted their users unmatched power, passed down through generations. Next was the Battle Force Sect, whose supreme weapon was the magical hammer Mjolnir; their leader was always called Thor, a title carried through every era. Then there was the Heavenly Sword Sect, which held the Heavenly Sword – a weapon passed to the sect's best disciple each generation. The last of the four was the Nine Transformation Sect, known to many as a demonic and evil power, whose founder and leaders wielded the Nine Transformation Demonic Book.

According to the texts, these four mystical weapons and treasures were discovered long ago by four friends who were cultivators in the early days of the cultivation world. The story told of how they'd set off on an adventure to explore uncharted lands, only to stumble into a danger zone formed by the force of nature – a place split into four separate parts by the sheer might of the weapons hidden within. Each of the four was trapped in a different section, and for years, the world believed them dead. But one day, they emerged alive, wielding the mythical treasures, and the dangerous zone vanished behind them. What should have been a triumphant return quickly turned sour – no one knew what had transpired inside the zone, but the friends had changed dramatically. Not just their ideologies, but their very personalities had been reshaped – it was this transformation that gave birth to their conflicting ideals. Whether it was the influence of the weapons or the trials they'd faced, their differences ran so deep that they eventually clashed in a battle that shook the continent and caused catastrophic natural disasters. In the end, no one won – instead, each retreated to form their own power, and no other cultivator could stand against them. Over time, their organizations grew into the four great superpowers known today. Though their core beliefs about cultivation varied widely, Icaros learned that the lowest stage of cultivation – body refinement – followed the same basic pattern across all sects, even if details differed.

Body refinement was divided into three parts: blood refinement, bone refinement, and flesh refinement. Completing all three stages didn't make one a true cultivator, but it prepared the body to enter the Spirit Realm – the first tier of genuine cultivation, where the real benefits and power began to manifest. This was where the four sects' paths diverged sharply, though Icaros couldn't learn much about the Spirit Realm from the low-level library he'd used – its contents were limited to what outer and unofficial disciples needed to know. From what he'd gathered, the Li Sect focused on harnessing spirit qi, making it the most orthodox path. The Battle Force Sect prioritized physical training, weapon mastery, and battle prowess, though their spirit qi cultivation was weaker by comparison. The Heavenly Sword Sect was made up of sword fanatics who pursued the ultimate potential of blade arts, developing magical and terrifying sword skills. The Nine Transformation Demonic Sect cultivated demonic qi, using it to transform their bodies for battle and other magical arts,which some can be considered forbidden. While Icaros didn't yet fully understand what spirit qi or demonic qi were, he grasped that they were forms of energy fundamental to this world – a place the texts called the Jade Continent, likely named for its abundant deposits of jade, which were used in everything from cultivation tools to building materials.

With all this knowledge settling in his mind, every small detail he'd wondered about since waking up in the forest suddenly made sense. He no longer felt like a lost novice stumbling through unfamiliar territory. A genuine smile bloomed on his face as he straightened his grey robe and stepped toward the library's entrance, where the one-armed man still sat at his table.

"Junior has finished using the library," Icaros said respectfully, bowing his head slightly. "Thank you, senior."

The man nodded with a casual, unconcerned expression, but deep in his heart, he was surprised. "He's catching up fast – he already knows the proper etiquette," he thought, a flicker of shock crossing his mind before he masked it. It had been less than three hours since Icaros had entered the library. "Maybe he just focused on small but important things like etiquette," he mused, a smile returning to his face. If he'd known that Icaros had absorbed every single book on the first floor – memorizing even the most obscure details – his jaw would have dropped to the ground in disbelief.

As Icaros walked away from the library and into the growing evening crowd, he continued to organize his thoughts. "So the grey robes are for outer and unofficial disciples like me," he reminded himself. "Green is for inner disciples, blue for core disciples, and white for elders. That man was wearing white – so he's an elder of the sect. I already have a run-in with an elder on my very first day here." He let out a quiet chuckle at the thought, then grew serious again. "According to proper etiquette, I have to address elders – and even outer disciples with higher standing – as 'senior,' no matter their age. Only those at the same cultivation level can be called 'fellow cultivator.'"

"I shouldn't antagonize that elder too early," he decided as his silhouette melted into the crowd of grey-robed disciples. "I don't even know where my full power ranks in this world yet. More importantly,I need to lay low and thread carefully.

I don't want to become one of the countless cultivators who die every year from battles, accidents, or power struggles." With that goal firmly in mind, he merged with the crowd, heading toward his quarters to rest before the mission that would determine his place in the Li Sect.

In a vast training field of the li sect,the floor made of an unknown black metal,which looks tough and was charred by scars of previous battles. Telling the tales of the many battles fought on it,by the li sect disciples. Each scar, each gash, each mark left behind speaks of the strength and determination of those who dueled here before, of clashes that tested both body and will, of young disciples who grew into powerful cultivators and elders who passed down the sect's legacy through combat and trial. The metal itself is cold to the touch, heavy and unyielding beneath the feet of all who gather here, a constant reminder of the weight of responsibility that comes with wearing the sect's robes.

On one portion of it,were youths,both male and female,clad in grey robes and in large numbers, about a few thousands,seems to be patiently waiting for something or someone. Without much noise as most minded their business,why some who seemed to know themselves,or were acquaintance whispered quietly. The grey fabric of their robes is plain and unadorned, marking them as unofficial disciples still proving their worth to the sect. Some stood with their backs straight and heads held high, faces set with determination; others fidget with their hands or glance nervously at their neighbors, unsure of what lies ahead. The quiet whispers pass between small groups – old friends from nearby villages who traveled to the sect together, or fellow recruits who bonded during the initial screening process – sharing rumors of what the first mission might entail, of the dangers that await beyond the sect's walls, of the rewards that come with becoming an official disciple.

Amidst of these youths,Sat Icaros,quietly on the bare floor with his eyes closed,and a battle axe attached to his back. He had acquired the axe,the previous day after the journey at the library, when he learnt from a fellow unofficial disciple, that they can get to chose a free weapon,although not something magical or for spirit realm cultivators, but just made of good material and of good quality, which is still relevant for those at the body refinement realm. Meaning it is useful against mortals and those in body refinement realm and useless against those in spirit realm level. As Icaros discovered from the library,the spirit realm,was the realm after body refinement,it was said to be the actual beginning of cultivation.

The axe head is broad and sharp, its handle wrapped in thick leather that fits snugly in his palm. The fellow disciple who told him of the weapon choosing had pointed out rows of swords, halberds, sabers, and more – all laid out in the sect's armory, each one crafted with care by the sect's smiths. He had explained that while these weapons could not compare to the the power of magical treasures wielded by spirit realm cultivators, they were reliable tools for those still building their foundation,that is,blood,bones and flesh,able to withstand the force of body refinement strikes and cut through mortal armor with ease.

After racking his brain on what weapon to choose out of many types there,swords,halberd,saber and many other,even a maze. It became extra difficult as he didn't use weapons,to fight during his previous life on earth, relying solely on his innate powers,in the end,he chose the battle axe,for the sole purpose of that it looks cool, a reason that makes Icaros chuckle, anytime he remembers it. He had spent a long while walking up and down the armory aisles, holding each weapon in turn to feel its weight and balance. Swords felt too light in his hands, halberds too cumbersome, sabers too familiar to the weapons used by warriors he had seen on Earth. Even the maze – heavy and blunt – had seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Then he had spotted the battle axe, leaning against a rack in the far corner, its steel head catching the light of the armory torches. The moment he picked it up, he knew it was the one – not for any practical reason, but simply because it suited him, because it looked impressive hanging at his back, because it made him feel like he belonged in this world of cultivators and weapons. The thought of his choice still brings a quiet smile to his face, a small reminder of the freedom he once had on Earth to make decisions based on nothing more than what felt right.

"Li Han is really taking long", Icaros couldn't help but think,as the orders from li Han was to be at the training ground early in the morning and prepared,that they will soon be shortly setting off,for their first mission and assessment,to see if they're worthy of becoming official disciple of the sect.

He had woken before dawn, as instructed, and made his way to the training field with plenty of time to spare. The sun has been slowly climbing the sky, painting the horizon in shades of orange and gold, and still there is no sign of Li Han or any other sect official to guide them. Icaros used the time to settle his mind, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing, letting the sounds of the crowd wash over him – the soft shuffle of feet on metal, the quiet murmur of voices, the distant cry of a bird in a far distance. He thinks of what he has learned from the library books, of the body refinement stages and the four great sects, of the spirit qi that flows through this world and gives its cultivators their power. He wonders what Li Han is doing, why he is late, if something has gone wrong with the mission preparations,and due to the knowledge he acquired from the library. A little question he had previously was solved in his mind,it turns out young master Deimos wasn't surnamed li,due to the fact,that all direct descendant of the li sect master,the wielder of the Nega bands,had no surnames,and the children,will fight against each other for the position of sect master after the passing of the current one. Although there wasn't much information on how they will fight against each other,but what Icaros was sure about,was that for an item,said to be one of the most powerful on the world,a huge amount of blood bath will be done for it,concluded from his past life experiences on earth,as people die for riches. He also found out,that due to the li sect being a sect,disciples weren't restricted to the li surname,meaning the "li" in the name,was more of a symbol of the first wielder of the Nega bands,and to honour his name,as so,you can still retain your surname after joining the li sect. Although you can still change your surname to "li", which will earn you more attention from the sect upper echelons, as it's considered as a sign of loyalty. But for the clans out there,only members of the family are part of it.

Just as Icaros was about to say something to one of the youths around him,who he had gotten acquainted to.

His enhanced sight,as he casually focused on the horizon,saw what he will basically consider a beauty.

Jade like skin, beautiful and well placed facial features, that will make any man not to ignore her, and a small red cherry like lips to top it all,her graceful curves can be seen from time to time,but staid hidden by the green robe she was wearing, and as she rode on what seem to be a large magical flying handkerchief,a thought couldn't help but appear in Icaros mind," an inner disciple,and a beauty at that",he soon snapped out of it and noticed the speed at which the flying handkerchief was moving.

Within the short time Icaros had seen it,with his enhanced sight,the others had already started to notice the flying projectile, but still couldn't see it clearly.

The woman is moving faster than any mortal could run, her flying handkerchief gliding through the air, leaving no trail behind it. Her skin is smooth and pale as polished jade, her eyes bright and clear. Her green robe flows around her as she moves, the fabric shifting with the wind to reveal the shape of her body beneath – curves that are capable of arousing the hidden desires of any man,Icaros knows immediately what she is: inner disciples wear green, and only spirit realm cultivators can use magical treasures,which grant cultivators many magical abilities, even the four greatest weapons can be considered as magical treasures.

Is that the ship,we are living in? Someone muttered,as many suggestions,flew around, but one of the guys,who just recently got acquainted to Icaros, couldn't help but ask him,as he felt he's different from their previous chit chat,"what do you think that is?",Icaros who suddenly had a small quirk to surprise him surprisingly answered with a smirk,"a flying beauty".

The crowd around them was already starting to stir, pointing at the sky and wondering aloud what the object could be. Some couldn't help but say it was a ship sent to carry them to the mission site, others thought it was a magical beast coming to test them,while some even though of it,as elders from other sect coming to witness the assessment.

Huh, the youth was about to respond with a stunned expression from Icaros answer,when he saw the flying beauty indeed,flying towards them. His jaw couldn't help but drop at the magical sight, maybe a little amplified by the lady's beauty. The other youths couldn't help but gasp at the sight,and many other reactions,which Icaros all took in. As the large magical handkerchief slowly flew downwards before stopping.

Gao's mouth opens and closes without making a sound, his face a picture of shock and awe. Around them, the crowd erupts – some cheering at the sight of the inner disciple, others gasp in wonder at the magical handkerchief, many stare with admiration at the woman's beauty. Icaros watches them all, noting how some of the male recruits straighten their robes and tried to look more impressive, how some of the female recruits narrow their eyes with determination or jealousy, how everyone's attention is now completely focused on the woman who has just arrived. The handkerchief descends slowly, its edges rippling like water in the wind, before coming to a steady stop a few feet above the ground. The woman steps off with a lightness that seems impossible for a human, landing on the metal floor without making a sound.

She motioned to the handkerchief, which rapidly reduced in size before returning to the size of a normal one,she gently wiped her face before looking up at the crowd. By now the crowd had already recognized her,as an inner disciple, due to her use of magical treasure (the flying handkerchief), which one can only acquire and use after entering the spirit realm.

Which is the requirement to be an inner disciple,and loyalty to the sect,but the obvious one was the green robe she wore,which was the sign of an inner disciple.

As such the crowd could be heard greeting,"Senior",with a gentle bow.

Even though they all looked to be about the same age group,young and youthful. It does not matter that many of them are the same age as the woman – in the cultivation world, age means nothing compared to strength and rank. Icaros couldn't help but bows with the rest,his eyes still watching her, noting the way she holds herself,the confidence in her movements. He can feel a faint pressure in the air around her, a hint of the spirit qi that flows through her body.

It is different from the cosmic energy his optic blast was made of,but it carries the same weight of power.

The lady in question, displayed no shyness,but spoke with an air of authority and icyness,"The li sect doesn't accept mediocrities,there is no space for mediocrities in the li sect" she paused for a while and looked around the crowd,as if to challenge them,before continuing.

"As such the sect's upper echelons has tasked me with the burden of making sure of that". Her voice is clear and strong, carrying across the field without needing to be raised. There is no warmth in her tone, no hint of friendliness – only the cold certainty of someone who knows their power and their purpose. She looks at each part of the crowd in turn, her eyes meeting those of the recruits as if to judge their worth on the spot. Icaros feels her gaze pass over him, and for a moment he feels as if she can see through his lies, as if she knows he is not just a mortal with unusual strength. Then she moves on, her eyes scanning the rest of the crowd, and the feeling passes.

She threw up the folders handkerchief again,as if,she didn't have any intent of leading them. The handkerchief expanded magically in the air as it floated steadily, then the lady with a gentle tap of her toes,ascended the handkerchief.

which sent questions spiraling into Icaros and the other unofficial disciples head,Icaros couldn't help but wonder,she clearly didn't fly, so how did that gentle tap,not seemingly containing much force launched her to the flying handkerchief. He himself was only able to do that in his past life,by utilizing his ability to fly and just quietly fly or float around,but just as he was about to grow a grey hair from thinking too hard,he remembered the requirement for an inner disciple, being a spirit realm cultivator,after a cultivator enters the spirit realm,they gain access to spirit qi. I guess the spirit qi have to take all the blame, Icaros thought as he chuckled quietly, but it only served to made him more interested in this mysterious spirit qi. And maybe somewhere in his heart,a hidden desire to possess it quietly appeared.

She said coldly, "I am going to fly back to the ship that we will depart in,you guys try to catch up,there will be a timer after I arrive at the ship,if it goes off and you're not there,you're officially eliminated". Her voice cuts through the quiet of the crowd, sharp and final. There is no room for argument, no chance to ask questions – her words are a command, and the recruits know they must obey. Icaros feels a flicker of excitement mixed with caution – this is the first real test of his ability to fit in,not that he needed to.

Contrary to his other abilities, Icaros running ability was actually same with normal human being,not anywhere like super speed,but fast enough.

With a wave of hand of the lady,the noisy crowd instantly grew silent. She said calmly but this time with a smirk on her face,"am going to lower my flight speed, enough for you guys to have a chance. Don't fail to impress me,the first challenge starts now!".