He Zhao looked in the direction of the sound and could not help falling silent.
This kid is a little too... you know.
Ben Charles was wearing virtual equipment from head to toe. His mouth was muttering things like, "Beauty, don't run," and "If I catch you, then heh heh heh," words so embarrassing they made no sense at all.
As expected of the interstellar age. Even games had developed to such a realistic level.
After clearing this run, he would have to get himself one of these virtual gaming devices too.
Huh? Wait.
If he could play for real, why would he need to lose himself in a game!!
It was all that sleazy Charles's fault.
"Ring ring ring ring ring ring."
A distinctive communications ringtone sounded in the room, interrupting the interest of the man who had just inherited the status of a Noble · Baron.
"Alpha, who's calling?"
A question tinged slightly with anger rang out, and a mature synthesized electronic voice answered.
"Caller—Old Steward Alber."
"Hm? Put him through."
The next second, an old man in a suit and leather shoes, his expression stern, appeared in midair inside the room.
"My lord Baron, I must remind you that there are only three months left before you go to Capital Star to take Sigma University's entrance examination.
"If you cannot pass the test, you will remain on Rock Planet forever as a petty Noble · Baron. And you will betray the hopes the master held before his death."
"Steward Alber, don't forget that I am the governor of Rock Planet!!"
With that, Ben Charles directly cut off the communication.
The stern old man's virtual projection immediately vanished.
"Old bastard. If you hadn't served the Charles Family for over a hundred years, do you think I wouldn't kill