Chapter 204: ch 200 Final preparations-1

Though, there remained one hurdle he would need to cross—something the being had warned him about earlier. With his two unique abilities, he could sense that some unknown limit still held him back, likely placed by that same being. He couldn’t help but wonder when—or what—that final test would be

Still, he felt far calmer now than he had 14 days ago. The nagging feeling, the shadow of looming threat—it was gone. It was as if his very dragon instincts were telling him that he was more than prepared for whatever lay ahead.

He wasn’t worried about it—not exactly—but he remained cautious. That nagging feeling had faded quite some time ago, yet that didn’t mean he’d face whatever lay ahead lightly. Kallus had learned something valuable from his previous life on Earth. It hadn’t been a great life, and he hadn’t achieved much, but he had played many strategy games—games that demanded intellect and foresight to win.

He had learned the hard way. Many in-game missions had ended in failure, not because he was weak, but because he had been arrogant. He thought he had the right to win, and that overconfidence had cost him dearly. The enemy had been better prepared, more cunning. His arrogance had blinded him, leading to huge losses—losses that had taken months to recover from.

To others, it was just a game. But to him, those games had been lessons—brutal, necessary lessons.

It was a lesson he had learned—and learned well. One he would never repeat. Not when he knew nothing about the enemy, their capabilities, or what cards they held, let alone how dangerous those cards could be if used against him.

If he had that information—if he knew every detail—he might have been more at ease. But he didn’t. He knew absolutely nothing. And that meant one thing: he had to be more cautious now than ever before.

Though Kallus remained cautious, he wasn’t afraid—not for himself, and not for anyone in his fleet. Only he truly understood the strength they carried. It wasn’t just about numbers. The quality of his ships, already exceptional, had advanced to a level that most would call impossible. Unachievable, even. But he knew better.

He had full confidence in the technology behind his fleet. It wouldn’t fail him.

Tyler and his team of borderline-mad scientists had made breakthrough after breakthrough in magi-tech—fusing magic and engineering in ways no one had done before. Their work had pushed his ships’ capabilities into entirely new territory. In truth, even Kallus didn’t know the full extent of the power a single ship now held, let alone what a hundred thousand of them could unleash.

Cautious as he was, Kallus couldn’t deny it—he was itching to put his fleet to the test. The Minotaurs, weak as they were, would make perfect targets. Not just for target practice, but to showcase the sheer firepower and tactical systems of the newly enhanced Void Fleet.

But as tempting as it was to act on impulse, he couldn’t afford to. Not yet.

There were preparations to make—things that had to be handled before he could move. He didn’t know how long he’d be gone once he left, and too many loose ends could turn into problems fast. No, this had to be done right.

After all, this was just as crucial as what lay ahead. Kallus had no intention of being distracted by Earth—or of giving it more attention than necessary. Everything needed to be in place, locked down, and running smoothly, with no chance of derailment.

Then there was the Galactic Academy.

It was being built in the Regar Star System—better known as the Central Star System—on the planet Evendeight. The project was nearly complete. In fact, within a day, the final construction would be finished. And after that came the real work: recruitment, policy design, structural framework. Kallus would need to set parameters—everything from how students would be selected, to what would be taught, how it would be taught, and what standards would be enforced.

As he sifted through the endless stacks of digital paperwork—degiwork, as he liked to call it—he was reminded of the motive behind the Academy in the first place. It was to train the next generation of talent. The future pillars of Earth’s emerging powers. The best of them would be given the option to join the Void Fleet… and eventually, the Void Empire.

Though, now that he thought about it, “Void Empire” didn’t sound quite right. It was cool, sure—but not powerful enough. It needed a name worthy of what he was building. He made a mental note to revisit that later, catching himself drifting off-topic. He shook his head and refocused.

The Academy wasn’t just about training Earth’s best. It was meant to draw in talent from across the galaxy—and eventually, from across the universe. To do that, it needed to be elite in every sense. The education, the values, the experience—everything had to outshine any other institution in existence.

But Kallus knew that vision was still far off. For now, the focus had to be on the foundation. And that’s where Earth had always struggled. Basic knowledge, strong fundamentals—without those, nothing built afterward would last.

And Kallus had no intention of building something that wouldn’t last or would crumble or would not reach to where he wanted it to reach after all the pride and what reprencent the value of any academy was it student and there future after the graduated for the said academy was ….. how bright they shined one out is what that build any academy or such institution was just that ability to subtend that they had taught in the world out side the brighter they shine the brighter would academy reputation would be ultimately and that what make an institution great and greatest.

What Kallus envisioned wasn’t just another academy. It wouldn’t be a place solely for scholars or theorists. It would be a powerhouse that produced creators, leaders, and protectors—people who shaped the future with their hands, minds, and actions.

Yes, it would train high-demand professionals like shipwrights and mech designers—experts who could craft everything from starships to combat mechs. Their work would form the technological backbone of the Void Empire and its allies. There would also be business minds, doctors, biotech researchers—all essential fields in a growing interstellar civilization.

But just as important were the people who used those creations.

Starships needed more than builders—they needed pilots, captains, officers, and crew. Mechs needed skilled operators. And the empire needed soldiers—trained from the ground up, from basic infantry to high-command officers. Every military rank would have a place in the Academy’s system.

In doing so, the Academy would serve two critical purposes: it would supply the Void Empire and its allies with the talent to drive technological progress—and with the strength to defend it.

Innovation and protection. Builders and warriors. One institution. One vision.

Achieving these goals would take time—but Kallus was ready for that. He needed the best of the best, and he wasn’t about to let something as trivial as time become a hurdle. Not anymore.

He could afford to wait. He had the fleet—strong, vast, and growing by the day. He had the resources. And now, he had the resolve to play the long game instead of rushing toward short-term gains.

The groundwork would be handled by his subordinates. All they needed was direction. He’d set the course, and they’d carry it out to the letter. That was the system he’d built.

His focus now would shift to what he’d been waiting for: conquest.

Before, he’d been held back by a shortage of manpower. But that problem was solved.

The Void Fleet now had over ten million members—more than enough to crew every ship and launch full-scale operations without hesitation, without weakness, and without risking exposure or collapse. Nothing would prevent or distract Kallus from his goals now.

With that assurance in mind, he turned his focus to the work in front of him.

He summoned the Red Empress.

Together, they began drafting the rules and regulations that would govern the Void Star Alliance. There were changes to be made—policies to rewrite, systems to refine. One key priority was accelerating Earth’s development into a true spacefaring civilization. But it had to be done carefully. Rushing the process could compromise the very foundations they were trying to strengthen, and that would only cause long-term damage.

Next came the Galactic Academy.

They reviewed the policies, structure, and requirements for students. Most important of all was the question of technology: how should knowledge be delivered and skills taught? After much discussion, they settled on a hybrid model—VR and AR.

Virtual reality would serve for immersive teaching—particularly in fields like shipbuilding, mech design, and other core technologies. It would allow students to learn complex processes safely and thoroughly before ever touching real hardware. Augmented reality would support real-time interaction and practical training, enhancing on-site learning and experience.

This approach would equip students not just with theory, but with hands-on skills—tools they’d carry into the future as engineers, tacticians, officers, and pioneers of the Void Empire.

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