LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Maybe among the students watching today is the future marshal of the empire!

The media was on alert and countless viewers throughout the Tamar galaxy were surrounding their own star network to watch the live broadcast.

On the main channel southeast of the imperial capital, two hover vehicles are driving side by side.

In fact, one car was a very flashy deep purple color, and there was even a weird spray-painted pattern of thorn flowers on it.

It can be said to be very eye-catching.

The other car is in a very low-key silver gray color with a traditional body shape. It can be imagined that the owner of this car also has a serious character.

"Hey Ares, aren't you excited? Wait a minute and we are about to make our debut in front of tens of billions of viewers!" A frivolous voice sounded.

After a long time, a cold response came from the silver-gray car: "I don't think so, it's troublesome."

Although the voice was cold, its timbre was clear, and it sounded like the owner of the voice was quite young.

"Tsk, you are as boring as ever." The owner of the purple hover car complained, and he was a little angry. "If you ask me, you really lost the beauty that Mrs. Ollie inherited from you. Otherwise, then, then What do they mean to a few guys who are flattered by the girls of the empire?"

"……boring."

"..."

When the two cars arrived at the main entrance of the First Military Academy, it happened to be nine o'clock in the morning in the Imperial Capital.

Seeing the two cars, one gray and one purple, the onlookers were all excited.

He is the chief freshman of this year!

A custom passed down from the First College: the freshmen with the best theoretical and practical scores of each class, that is, the chief freshman, will come to the school to register at nine o'clock in the morning that day.

This custom is not a rigid rule of the college, but it has become a rule that all freshmen abide by.

The other students also consciously waited until the chief registration was over before continuing to register.

The car stopped.

The purple hover car slowly fell behind, letting the silver-gray vehicle go ahead.

The car door opens.

A young man wearing a black uniform with silver trim came out.

The wind blew his silver-white shoulder-length hair, and the excellent quality of his college uniform perfectly blended with his ice-cold temperament.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then various recording equipment started to sound.

"Is this really a cadet from the First Military Academy? I suspect this is walking on the red carpet!"

"Wake up upstairs, have you ever seen a star with such good temperament on the red carpet?"

"Fuck, my legs are weak. That look... I can't describe it."

"It's unattainable. The strange thing is that I don't feel disgusted at all when this man looks so unattainable. Instead, I feel that he deserves it."

"+1 upstairs, he is obviously a delicate and beautiful boy, his aura is simply invincible!"

Ares didn't even look at the people around him. His expression was calm, or rather expressionless, he walked the distance from the entrance of the academy and disappeared from the public's sight.

After walking to a deserted place, Ares let out an almost inaudible sigh.

How strange.

He looked down at his hands. They were white, soft, and exquisite, but not feminine at all.

These hands carry a power that no one can ignore.

He was born conscious, but lost all memories of his past.

This makes him very wary of the people around him. Even if he can detect the kindness of the people around him, Ares is still wary of everything.