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The three men stood in front of the door, none of them daring to say anything.

After a few seconds, Kavasta finally looked up.

"Orvari, Emmanuel, you're both out. Thank you for bringing Maxime here."

The two captains saluted militarily, then left.

Now there was only Maxime and Kavasta in the room.

Kavasta looked at Maxime very seriously, putting some pressure on him.

Then suddenly he laughed lightly, breaking the tension, and sat back in his armchair.

"Relax, I've called you in just to discuss a few things."

After he said that, Maxime took his words to heart.

He sat comfortably in one of the armchairs, normally reserved for regimental captains.

"Oh, they're super comfortable."

Kavasta looked optimistically at Maxime.

As far as he knew, he didn't know of any high school student with such frightening strength as the young man in front of him.

Without a doubt, he was one of mankind's hopes for a way out of their current dilemma.

But this kind of thing was about the future, and humanity already had many hidden geniuses with this responsibility on their shoulders.

"Commander, can I ask you a question?"

Kavasta wasn't particularly surprised. Let alone a single question, he wouldn't find it surprising if Maxime assailed him with questions for hours.

Worlds concerning the truths about Eternity, about universes, about Gods, or even these dimensional battlefields were well hidden from the general public.

"Ask any question you wish, and I'll answer it according to the confidentiality characters of that question."

Maxime looked seriously at the commander.

"Commander Dravak, is he still alive?"

Kavasta thought for a moment before answering.

"He is."

Maxime wasn't surprised; he found it very surprising that a commander could die so easily.

Seeing the questions coming, Kavasta beat him to it and began to explain the circumstances.

"You need to know that every person who can become a commander on a battlefield has to pass a number of tests. And only those who pass these tests can become a commander. And generally speaking, the success rate of these tests in each race is less than 1%."

"After these tests, all commanders undergo training and education for several months to several years, depending on the race."

"So no commander is an idiot. On top of that, all of them already have very significant combat experience and have commanded men many times before."

"Now, I imagine you have many questions that will follow."

Maxime nodded.

"I learned very quickly that commanders were not allowed to intervene in battles. They were only allowed to supervise battles."

"Then why did Commander Dravak intervene?"

Kavasta smiled.

"Because of you."

Maxime was confused.

"Because of me?"

Kavasta nodded.

"At the cost of just two groups of human mercenaries, a Dravak regiment was all but wiped out. Only the captain and a few hundred soldiers survived."

"To wit, mercenary groups are relatively rare for most races. That's because many of them prefer to have total control over dimensional battlefields, and they're not necessarily wrong."

"And so do the Dravaks."

Maxime understood quickly.

"So they found themselves outnumbered."

"That's right, and I exploited this inferiority directly," Kavasta explained, not at all proud of it.

"But I think Vatar still didn't think he'd be defeated, and it was true. The Dravaks really are a powerful race, and even outnumbered, they almost turned the tables completely."

"I didn't think they'd manage to isolate the second regiment and totally block the other regiments nearby."

"In practical terms, if you hadn't managed to get there in time to save the second regiment, Orvari and all his men would have died."

At this point, Kavasta stood up and bowed sincerely in Maxime's direction.

"Thank you so much for saving my men."

Maxime was stunned to see Kavasta bowing in his direction.

"You don't need to thank me, Orvari had rescued me too. So it was natural for me to go."

Kavasta stood up and shook his head.

"It wasn't the same circumstances and stakes at all."

"But no matter. Noticing your intervention, and surprises you were revealing one after another, Vatar understood that because of your presence and also guessing that the eighth or ninth human regiment was on its way, the Daraks were going to lose their entire second regiment, in addition to the captain of the eighth regiment."

"I think he was analyzing that the loss of these two regiments would inevitably lead to the defeat of the Dravaks. So he preferred to try and eliminate one or two human regiment captains using power that didn't defy the rules, then abandon that battlefield so that as many Dravaks as possible could survive."

But Maxime was still confused.

"But he's still going to receive an extremely heavy punishment, isn't he?"

Kavasta sighed softly.

"Depends on how you look at it. He'll simply be banned from ever commanding a yellow-level battlefield again."

"For him it will be annoying because yellow-level battlefields are lucrative for commanders and above all they're safe for them."

Maxime was disappointed to hear this, but he still had a question on his mind.

"What about the Dravaks still alive? What's going to happen?"

A glint of approval flickered in Kavasta's eyes as he silently analyzed Maxime.

"Paying attention to all sorts of details and being curious are fundamental qualities in a commander. I can't wait to see how he does in the competitive examination and at university."

Then he answered Maxime.

"On yellow-level battlefields, it's customary to leave prisoners alive, whether on the human side or other races. Because when the dimensional battlefield calculates the merits of each race, having prisoners rewards more than killing the opponent."

"And especially since for the strong races, their members who go to these battlefields aren't really important. Only the commander is valuable to these races, the others are generally cannon fodder."

"And cannon fodder these races have plenty of. So killing them isn't profitable at all, it's better to win rewards from the dimensional battlefield to improve the quality of our men. If some of them can thanks to that and get the strength to go to black-level battlefields, it would be much more profitable for us."

"There are still several other reasons, but in your situation, it's enough to know these things."

Maxime listened attentively, and felt his understanding of warfare on these dimensional battlefields improve.

"You speak several times of the dimensional battlefield and the rewards it gives to each race...Is there some kind of higher existence that manages these battlefields?"

"And more importantly, where do these battlefields come from? Who created them?"

Kavasta's brows furrowed at these questions.

"Well, to be honest, even I don't know the answer to those questions."

"Even a genius like Kavasta doesn't know? I wonder what status it takes to know these truths..." thought Maxime with some doubt. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

"Come on, no more questions. The truth is, I didn't bring you here just to chat when I know for a fact you're hurt."

Maxime raised an eyebrow in curiosity, simply watching as Kavasta walked past a previously inconspicuous cabinet in the meeting room.

This cabinet, obviously built of wood, looked very vintage in this technology-filled room.@@novelbin@@

"What are you doing, Commander?"

Kavasta replied simply:

"You'll see, I'm going to give you a beautiful gift to thank you. In fact, it's a very nice gift."

"It's also an investment I'm making in you, otherwise I'd have taken it for myself."

Maxime felt strange at the idea of receiving a gift, but he didn't ask for more details.

Kavasta placed his hand on the cabinet, and suddenly a translucent blue screen appeared where his hand had been resting.

After a few seconds, the blue screen disappeared, followed by a small unlocking noise.

Kavasta opened the cupboard and seemed to be looking for something in particular.

Maxime was curious about what was in the cupboard, but from his position he couldn't see anything.

And he didn't dare get up to look.

"Great, it's still there."

Suddenly, Kavasta stepped back with a small black box in his hands.

The cupboard behind him closed automatically.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Maxime would never have believed that such an ordinary cabinet could be so secure and high-tech.

At the same time, Maxime watched as Kavasta placed the box right in front of him.

Then Kavasta put on a very serious and solemn expression.

"Maxime, before you open this box, you must promise me that everything you see and everything we say to each other here will not leave this room."

"I promise that everything that takes place in this room will stay in this room."

Maxime had no hesitation in his words.

Kavasta nodded with satisfaction, and left to sit in an armchair next to Maxime.

"Before you open that box, I'm going to tell you a truth you normally only learn at the top universities. Because what you're about to open has something to do with that truth."

Maxime became very intrigued.

He already knew a lot of things, and now here was something he didn't know?

"I feel like the more I find out about this world, the less I know."

Kavasta opened his lips and spoke exactly 3 words.