8:30 PM, walking on the ground, and feeling the soft grass, Jyorta's mood improved. He looked past the figures of students moving about, making fun of each other, engaging in casual chat, exchanging gossips, discussing studies, etc.

Everyone seemed to be proceeding about their tasks, or stuff they were inclined to do. Jyorta continued to walk, his mind almost vacant, not thinking anything. He relished the moment of peace, planning to sharpen his mind.

In the training hall, he became angry the moment the Floating Spider landed on his face. There was a myriad of emotions he experienced, exhibited in the form of anger. Thankfully, he didn't do anything stupid that he would otherwise regret.

The blue soul removed the false persona, looking alert. Jyorta was fine, his emotions in control, having completely calmed down. He let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Hypocrite…"

Closing his eyes, Jyorta stood in his spot, taking a deep breath. The air was slightly moist, the temperature inclined towards the colder side, around 30 degrees Celsius based on his estimation. A gentle wind blew, the flowing sound calming.

As it brushed past his face, Jyorta relaxed. His clothes gently fluttered with the wind, the sounds mild, forming a relaxing tune. He stood in a spot away from the ongoing students, at least separated by 30 metres.

The ground was vast, with most of the students only moving around the edges, or making a quick stride over the land when traversing between the Rhachis and the Psychic Blocks. Before he realised it, Jyorta had walked towards the middle, away from everyone.

He slumped on the ground, facing the sky, feeling the softness of the grass, the cushioning effect making him relax. A faint scent lingered close to the surface, now inhalable thanks to the distance. It cleared all distracting thoughts, imbuing in him a sense of clarity but one that wouldn't force him to be awake.

"Like sister said, this spot is the best to relax." Jyorta smiled, looking at the sky. The sky was dark, like a screen of black, blanketing everything. Littered about it were luminescent gems, twinkling gently, fighting against the creeping darkness.

Jyorta gazed at the stars, training his eyes, spotting the bright ones. As he continued to see them, his eyes trained towards the tiny, dim stars that he had missed before. Now, he began to spot even more stars.

"Nature's jewels!" He laughed once, trying to see if he could form any outlines based on the position of the stars. He hadn't delved into the subject, neither in his past life nor in his present. Therefore, he neither knew the positions of the constellations nor any stars of significance. All he could see were stars, big and small, bright and dim, nothing more, and nothing less.

Jyorta crossed his legs, placing his arms behind his head, acting as a pillow. He gazed at the sky, the period of blankness making him relax. He didn't think about anything; all he did was to feel the wind and admire the sky.

Fifteen minutes later, Jyorta noticed a slight difference. What he had earlier thought of the colours of stars displayed as shades of white was wrong. It wasn't about the stars that had shades of dim red or blue, it was the minute difference in the stars he earlier perceived as white.

The sky also wasn't pitch black, another colour had been mixed into it. Or more like, the air retained a certain colour. It formed an overlay over the natural black sky, also making the stars look slightly different from normal.

When viewed normally, like taking a glance at the sky, it wasn't apparent. But, after gazing at it for fifteen minutes, as Jyorta's eyes became trained to it, focusing on with greater detail, he began to notice it. There was a tinge of magenta mixed into it. It was minute, almost unrecognisable.

'Is it the light emitted from the walls? Is the light refracting through the air and causing this minor colour overlay?' After a moment of thought, Jyorta felt the plausibility of his conjecture being high. He then felt his eyelids turn heavy; the softness of the grass underneath, the gentle wind, and the silent atmosphere, everything made him drowsy.

Before he realised it, Jyorta fell asleep. The blue soul in him turned still, stopping its comprehension process, allowing his brain to rest better. Laying in a defenceless posture, Jyorta slept in peace. He had been doing a lot these days, having to face Madam Mary being one of the factors that strained his nerves the most.

Finally, the atmosphere allowed him to relax. The scent emanating from the grass further enriched the feeling of peace. It was a lot later that he woke up, feeling refreshed. He rolled around on the grass for a couple of minutes, feeling the softness, unwilling to get up for the time being.

The temperature was just perfect, neither hot nor cold, the heat radiating from the ground serving as the perfect blanket, shrouding his body in warmth. Overcoming his feeling of comfort, Jyorta sat up, gazing at the time displayed in his watch.

5:30 AM, seeing that he had slept for a long time, Jyorta stood up, dusting his clothes. He looked around, finding the absence of people, present all alone in the wide, open ground. He momentarily felt fear, but the feeling abated like the tide, seeing the light radiating from the buildings all around.

Only now did he appreciate how vast the military academy actually was. It was something he learned to appreciate ever since he obtained control of his body. Even before that, he noticed the ingenuity in the city's planning.

Even though there was a lack of space, due to them being surrounded by Frenzy Beasts on all sides, allowing them limited room to work with, not once did Jyorta ever find the feeling of being cramped in Marble City.

The buildings were tall, mostly skyscrapers except for institutional buildings. Even though their designs were mostly the same, looking like the same structure had been copy-pasted throughout, their arrangement was anything otherwise.

Through the buildings ran the metro network, with each route having its own discrete path, with not one intersecting other's path. Two metro networks existed, based on what he had seen in the 7th Ring.

One passed through the middle floors of the skyscrapers positioned between floors 40-50, based on the area and the building. This was for civilian use, with select lines travelling between different Rings. Such lines were designed for heavy traffic, with the metro trains running on them double the size of others running around the 7th Ring.

The second metro network was situated in the Lower Strata, in control of the military, used for a myriad of military operations. It was also used in the transportation of goods, also forming a network of travel for the people who worked in the strata even below.

He had only travelled thrice in the Lower Strata's metro network. Even then, he appreciated its ingenuity. The distribution of the network, the transportation of workflow, the arrangement of each functional institution, and the usage of space, every aspect seemed to have been created after detailed thought.

Finally, the lack of any other transportation, leaving the roads to only be traversed on foot. Something like this would have been inconvenient in his past life's era. But, in a society of superhumans, this was for the best.

For shorter distances, one could easily traverse on foot. As for longer distances, they could use the metro train. Also, in a society where they were constantly dispatched into the Wilds for missions, commuting by foot on the wide roads served as a form of training, to both the Warriors and the Espers.

This reduced the space required by facilities that conformed to training one's body.

When he attended the 1st Academy, the classrooms were large, enough to seat 50 students but were only used to seat 30 each. The corridors were sufficiently wide, enough for the volume of traffic present in the academy.

The entire terrace of the building was converted into a large flat area, converted into a ground for the children to play. Large areas were dedicated to a variety of sports. Children loved to play, not to mention doing so with their friends. Also, since the boundaries were perfectly wired, with the nets designed in such a manner as to not hurt them, the place was perfectly safe.

So, whenever they were free, the students used the terrace to play. This was also a form of training, to better improve their body and mind coordination, and keeping their physiques fit. A constant amount of physical activity kept one healthy.

'A healthy body houses a sound mind. Every action of the planners considered many factors, trying to hit numerous goals through single means.' Jyorta's impression of the authorities elevated, not just in praise, but also the apprehensiveness at their wisdom and cunning.

To think that he would join the same playing field as such scary characters once he graduates from the military academy, Jyorta didn't want to think about it. But, he also felt a form of excitement; because, he too wasn't a simple character.

Until now, he hadn't been able to achieve much due to his lack of power. But, in the future, as he accumulates more power, he would shine forth among the masses.

"I shouldn't build a castle in the air," Jyorta shook his head, beginning to walk towards the Indigo building, in the Psychic Block, muttering, "One step at a time."

The blue soul in him began to work, extracting the memory fragments of everything he had experienced in the training hall. His eyes shimmered with excitement, the gaze also carrying with it a form of cunning, and anticipation at the result of the action he was about to take.

"It is time to reap the fruits of my harvest."