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Inside the Stellaron Hunters' main base, in a small room filled with various electronic devices and cartoon patterns printed everywhere, Kafka and Blade stood behind Silver Wolf. The hacker was seated in her gaming chair, leaning forward and curiously staring at the image of Hiroshi playing on her virtual screen.
Kafka raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in her tone. "Oh? Is this the person Elio's script mentioned? Hmm... I didn't expect him to be such a cute little fellow~"
Blade, on the other hand, crossed his arms and snorted disdainfully. "He looks so frail. Did Elio really not choose the wrong person?"
"Elio's script is never wrong. If he says it's him, then it's definitely him," Kafka said with certainty.
Silver Wolf turned her head to ask her. "What do you say, Kafka, should we contact him?"
"No, after all... hehe~ we'll meet soon."
At Herta Space Station, Hiroshi, who had finished chatting with Firefly, put down his phone, feeling a little melancholic. Why wasn't "Uncle" willing to meet him? Could it be... that she was actually a delicate girl, afraid her disguise would be exposed? Hiroshi, who suddenly had this thought, couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"Pfft! Hahaha! How could that be possible? Uncle must be too busy to meet me. Alright, next... it's time to continue training with Captain Arlan."
For a period of time afterward, Hiroshi's life revolved around managing the Department of Applications, training with Arlan, and serving Herta. During his training with Arlan, because he only had a pitiful four hours each day, he worked harder than all the members of the Security Department.
This led to a rapid improvement in his strength. Finally, after this month, he successfully injured Arlan today.
"Not bad. With your current strength, you're no weaker than an average Security Department member," Arlan said, looking at the footprints on his shoes and adjusting his posture somewhat awkwardly. His eyes were a little red from being poked. "Uh... your use of tactics is excellent."
The reason Hiroshi's strength improved so quickly was partly due to his own talent, but more so due to his desperate efforts. During the Security Department's training, while others tried to avoid sparring with Arlan because he was too harsh, Hiroshi spent all four hours every day under Arlan's tutelage. He asked Arlan to increase the intensity, which resulted in him suffering countless fractures. But because Herta was there to provide medical support, these injuries recovered as good as new, giving him the courage to train to the death—as long as he didn't actually die.
Looking at Arlan's condition, Hiroshi apologized. "I'm sorry, Captain Arlan, I..."
Before he could continue, Arlan interrupted him. "It's alright. When facing a fierce enemy, you must defeat them by any means necessary. You did very well."
After his training, Hiroshi performed his last patrol. He felt a surge of pride. Now he finally had power no less than a Pathstrider. But this was just the beginning. There was one thing he had to pay attention to: the control of his items. Although he could activate Demon Blade Thousand Blades with the system's blessing, it was inherently a weapon extremely difficult to master. Even now, he could only barely use it normally.
Just as he was thinking about his progress, a sweet and lively voice suddenly entered his ears.
"Brother Hiroshi, you're here!"
Hiroshi turned around and met Asta's gaze.
"Hmm? Brother Hiroshi, you... seem to have grown taller~" Asta said with delight, looking at Hiroshi, whom she now had to look up to slightly.
"It seems so!" Hiroshi only just realized this.
"Not just your height, Brother Hiroshi's body has also become much firmer!" Asta leaned forward, pinching his arm and gently stroking his abdomen, feeling the sensation of her palm sliding over his prominent eight-pack abs.
Brother Hiroshi has changed so much now! She wondered if she could handle it later, and if she would faint... Her lovely face immediately turned hot. The month of arduous training had burned away Hiroshi's excess fat, leaving only taut muscles.
"Ah... haha..." Although somewhat embarrassed, Hiroshi let her do as she pleased. "By the way, Station Master Asta, did you need me for something?"
"Ah! Right!" Asta withdrew her hands and lightly coughed. "Ahem, Brother Hiroshi, have you forgotten? Today... is your birthday! I specially prepared a super big cake, it's in my room."
"My... birthday?" Hiroshi was stunned. He had forgotten, but Asta remembered. A warmth surged into his heart.
Asta tiptoed and brought her pink lips close to his ear, her breath warm. "I'll tell you a secret, there's also a mys-ter-y gift, too~"
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