SSS-Rank Talent: Super Upgrade System-Chapter 140: Welcome Gift!

Aslaug reached into her desk drawer and produced two small, sleek data-chips, one a lustrous purple, the other a gleaming silver.

She slid them across the desk to him.

"A small welcome gift," she said casually. "To make your time at the Academy more... efficient."

Daniel picked them up, his Nexus Interface instantly identifying them. His eyes widened slightly.

One was the ownership key to a top-of-the-line, limited edition, Damigod model origin-power sports car, a vehicle whispered to be as fast as a fighter jet and costing several hundred million Federation credits.

The other... was the deed to a luxurious, multi-level private villa in the most exclusive residential sector of Rivernorth, a property valued at nearly a billion credits.

This wasn’t just a welcome gift. This was an extravagant, almost obscene display of wealth and favor.

The Command School, it seemed, was very, very serious about making him feel at home.

Daniel stared at the two data-chips in his hand, the keys to a fortune that would have been unimaginable to him just weeks ago.

A luxury sports car worth more than a small moon base, and a private villa likely grander and larger than the entire Vanguard Academy’s preliminary training facility.

He had known the higher levels of the Verge, and by extension Astralis Academy, operated on a different scale of wealth and power, but this was simply ludicrous.

"This is... extremely generous, Vice-Principal Aslaug," Daniel finally managed, his voice steady despite his internal shock.

Aslaug Winnick just waved a dismissive, elegant hand.

"Nonsense, dear boy. Think nothing of it. This is standard treatment for our core students.

The Command School believes that a mind free from material concerns is a mind free to focus on what truly matters: strategy, leadership, and the subtle art of shaping the future. Besides," she added with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye,

"it simply wouldn’t do for the Principal’s personal disciple to be seen taking the bus, would it? Appearances must be maintained."

Daniel just nodded, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his face.

He was beginning to understand the culture of the Command School.

It wasn’t only about intellect, it was about influence, about projecting an aura of effortless power and control.

They were rich, they were powerful, and they were not shy about it.

He accepted the gift with a polite nod, sliding the chips into his storage ring.

He could already imagine Ayra’s face when he told her they had a new, much larger, and probably much less flammable, place to hang out.

"Now then," Aslaug said, her demeanor shifting from grandmotherly benefactor to sharp, focused instructor.

"Let us discuss your first lesson. Tell me, Daniel, about your experiences with team command."

Daniel paused, considering the question.

His entire journey through the Verge had been a whirlwind of solo combat and opportunistic assimilation.

He was a lone wolf by nature and by necessity. "To be honest, Vice-Principal," he admitted, "my experience is... limited.

For the most part, I’ve been strong enough to handle threats on my own. My team... they are powerful allies, but I’ve largely directed them as individual assets rather than leading them in complex, coordinated strategies."

Aslaug leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She wasn’t surprised.

It was the classic prodigy’s dilemm, when you are a hammer, every problem tends to look like a nail.

Daniel’s overwhelming individual power meant he had never truly been forced to rely on the intricate mechanics of teamwork and strategy.

"An honest answer. And an expected one," she said, her voice understanding.

"Your strength is a great gift, Daniel, but it can also be a blind spot. A true commander does not simply point his strongest weapon at the enemy, he utilizes all his pieces, even the seemingly weakest ones, to create a victory that is greater than the sum of its parts.

He wins not just the battle, but the war, with minimal cost and maximum efficiency."

She tapped her desk, and three thick, leather-bound books materialized in a shimmer of light.

They looked ancient, their titles written in a complex, elegant script.

"These are the foundational texts of our school. The Art of Dimensional Warfare by the First Vanguard, Damigod’s Axioms of Asymmetrical Conflict: Verge Edition, and The Psychology of the Hive Mind: Understanding and Exploiting Collective Beast Consciousness.

Read them. Absorb them. When you return to me next week, we will not discuss what is written on the pages, but what you have understood between the lines."

Daniel accepted the books, surprised by their physical weight and the faint aura of knowledge that seemed to emanate from them.

This was his first lesson: a reading assignment.

After facing down SS-grade monsters and reality-breaking guardians, it felt almost absurdly simple, yet he understood the profound wisdom behind it.

Aslaug wasn’t going to teach him how to fight, she was going to teach him how to think.

"Thank you, Vice-Principal," he said, a genuine respect in his voice. "I will study them diligently."

"I have no doubt you will," she replied with a knowing smile.

"That is all for today, Daniel. Your first class is concluded. Enjoy your new car. And please," she added, a hint of playful warning in her tone, "try to obey the traffic conduits.

The Voidshadow model has a tendency to tempt its drivers towards... excessive velocity."

With a polite bow, Daniel left the office, his mind already buzzing with the concepts and theories the book titles promised.

He made his way out of the imposing Command School building and towards the designated vehicle bay.

And there it was, the Voidshadow.

More than just a car, it was a sleek, aerodynamic masterpiece.

Its midnight-black alloy body seemed to bend light, and it emitted a low, powerful hum that hinted at extraordinary speed.

He slid into the driver’s seat, the interior molding perfectly to his form.

The controls were intuitive, a simple neural interface that responded to his thoughts.

As he pulled out of the bay and onto the main road of Rivernorth, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of profound satisfaction.

He reflected on the incredible journey of the past few weeks.

From a desperate survivor stepping through a Stargate to the Principal’s personal disciple, gifted with a luxury villa and a supercar, all in the blink of an eye.

The challenges of the lower Verge levels, once so daunting, now seemed like a distant dream.

He knew the path ahead, the higher levels of the Verge, would be exponentially more dangerous.

But for the first time since arriving in this strange new world, he felt a sense of peace, a rare moment of quiet confidence.

He had a team, he had allies, he had unimaginable power, and now, for a brief, precious moment, he had a chance to simply enjoy the ride.

The real, truly dangerous climb up the Verge could wait.

At least for a little while.

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