A mountain range on the planet Yafikxing, in the Dulan Continent. In the early morning mist drifting through the forest, a river a hundred meters wide carved its way through dense woods. The rising sun scattered a thousand points of golden scales across the water, and along the winding banks, countless herds drank cautiously. Flocks of birds chirped and flapped from their nests, racing each other to snatch the earliest morning insects.

The great river took a sharp turn at the foot of a mountain. With majestic force, it plunged over a cliff that dropped more than a thousand meters. The massive volume of water slammed into the deep pool below, creating a dull, thunderous roar.

Behind the thick curtain of the waterfall, a colossal gateway had been carved into the rock face, fifty meters wide and over sixty meters high, cast from a silver alloy. Several young men, clad in white robes, sat lazily near the gatehouse—guards at the post. They possessed relaxed expressions, soft facial features, and delicate skin, looking like pampered sons of wealthy families. In front of them, two heavy-caliber, high-speed laser cannons pointed haphazardly toward the entrance tunnel.

This single outpost guarded the nearly one-kilometer stretch leading inward from the main gate to a second portal inside. This hidden base relied solely on this one gate guard station.

The specifications of the second portal matched those of the entrance. On either side were two small landing pads capable of accommodating small warships. Several streamlined, all-silver light fighters were currently parked haphazardly on the pads. Ground crewmen, also in pristine white robes with flawless attire and not a speck of dust on their hands, listlessly directed fully automatic repair drones servicing the light fighters.

Near the ground crew, a messy pile consisted of over a dozen crates of compressed energy cells, seven or eight boxes of ammunition, and a heap of fighter components. Everything was jumbled together like a bachelor's dirty underwear and socks in his dorm room, forcing the hapless repair drones to spend nearly ten minutes rooting through the chaos to find the needed items.

Four young men, who appeared reasonably capable, stood assembled outside the second portal. They seemed to be sentries on duty as well. However, two were softly humming tunes, while the other two stared vacantly at the "strenuous" work of the ground crew nearby. Their white robes were washed immaculately clean, and the circular cloth caps upon their heads bore national emblems of the Yafik Kingdom polished to a brilliant shine. Their white leather boots were so spotless they could serve as mirrors!

But something seemed missing from these four sentries!

A closer look revealed they carried no weapons! Searching left and right, one noticed their sidearms—four streamlined, high-energy rapid-fire rifles—were neatly arrayed ten meters away inside the sentry post. Perhaps to prevent accidental discharge, the energy magazines had not been inserted into the rifles but were stacked neatly on a desk in the corner. A young man, seemingly an officer, was meticulously polishing one of the magazines with a pristine white silk handkerchief, striving to make it gleam like a mirror.

The second portal was about a meter thick. Stepping through it revealed a vast, fully equipped military base.

This massive, square space—over three kilometers long and wide, and more than three hundred meters high—was illuminated by artificial sunlight that made the interior indistinguishable from the outside world. There were small bridges over running water, red flowers, and green grass; the base's landscaping was excellent. Within a thicket of blooming flowers, swarms of small insects like bees and butterflies could be seen fluttering about.

The base housed only a sparse fifty-odd small buildings, spaced generously apart to ensure excellent privacy for its residents.

Each building contained only twenty large suites. Each suite featured a bedroom, a living room, a media/entertainment room, a bathroom, and a gym, with comprehensive amenities. The total area of each suite exceeded two hundred square meters. Furthermore, the nameplate outside each door clearly indicated the suite's owner!

On every doorplate, there was only a single name!

It was early morning, and inside the suites of these fifty-odd buildings, some occupants had just woken up, staring blankly at the artificial sunlight streaming through the windows. Others were showering while admiring their own graceful figures in the mirror. Some were stubbornly clinging to their beds, bodies twisting subtly in strange ways. Meanwhile, a few diligent young men were sweating profusely in the gyms, panting as they worked their arm strength with dumbbells weighing around five kilograms.

Deep within the base, in the command hall separated from the rest of the facility by heavy metal doors, Princess Fuya Ming of the Yafik Kingdom stood staring blankly behind the main console.

Fuya Ming was tall, slightly taller than the handsome young man standing behind her by the height of a fist. She wore a violet-silver uniform, cinched tightly at the waist, which only accentuated her athletic figure and those two breathtakingly long legs. Her short, jet-black hair was perfectly neat. Her beautiful, oval face had soft lines, and her tightly pursed, pale pink lips were alluring. However, these features were offset by her commanding, long phoenix eyes and a pair of thick, arched eyebrows, lending Fuya Ming an undeniable air of masculine