Disguised as a man, she returned to the military academy and was forced to study again.

It was just getting dark when Yan Qi returned to the dorm. White Lion School was so huge. She could have gotten back faster, but people kept trying to talk to her along the way, forcing her to run back to the dorm.

Yan Qi used his student card to enter his dorm room, which was a single room with a small balcony. The room was well-lit and well-ventilated, with neatly arranged tables and chairs. He didn't need to clean the room himself; a robot nanny would come in every day to clean.

"Welcome home, Yan Qi, a first-year student in the Command Department. I'm Furong, the dormitory housekeeper of D301."

Yan Qi hadn't lived in the dormitory for a long time, so the electronic butler had to introduce himself again.

"Hello, Furong." Yan Qi took out his electronic tablet and connected to the dormitory's star network. "Please help me retrieve all the course content schedules for the Command Department this academic year. Please also help me transfer it to my learning electronic tablet and set up automatic course reminders. Please also help me order some organic liquid food. Thank you."

"OK, just a second."

The nanny robot quickly brought up some organic liquid food. Yan Qi quickly finished his meal, took a shower, and lay down in bed. He turned on the optical computer on his wrist, connected to the campus star network, logged into the main forum again, and clicked on a previous post.

The noble general that Yan Qi had confessed to before was most likely already aware of this, because when she checked the post, she saw many comments.

This Admiral was a graduate of White Lion Academy. He had reached the rank of Class A Commander and Admiral at the age of 26, a truly exceptional achievement. He had likely come to the academy on some kind of inspection mission assigned by his superiors, and since it was an inspection, he likely wouldn't stay long.

And the entire school would definitely be under surveillance, so it was impossible for the focus to be solely on the first-year students. Thinking of this, Yan Qi felt that his chances of encountering them were pitifully small, and he felt even more relieved.

She soon put the matter behind her. What she needed most now was to make money.

After checking the posts in the forum, Yan Qi thought about it again and again and decided to take on some deductions, knowledge questions or sell some tactical test questions in the forum.

True combat commanders are made through extensive experience and experience. Every qualitative leap is not just about talent, combat experience, and opportunity.

Another point is that one must be incredibly strong. Even if one is one of the few king-level commanders in the Federation, as long as they lose their lives, they are worthless. Many brilliant students have sacrificed their lives in the universe before they even have the chance to compete with their talents.

Every mature commander's battle experience and knowledge were acquired at great cost; even their escape strategies were invaluable. But Yan Qi wasn't ready to share them. Every commander's style and life experiences were unique, and if carefully compared, she would be easily discovered.

Yan Qi lay sprawled on the bed, her chin propped up lazily, her legs swinging. She estimated that there were no more than twenty-five King-level commanders in the entire Federation, with just over a hundred A-level commanders and no more than three thousand B-level commanders.

As humanity's resources become increasingly scarce and the gap between the rich and the poor widens, the Federation's need to cultivate extraterrestrial life becomes increasingly urgent. In their search for resources, humanity must not only guard against natural disasters, but also deal with alien beasts and mutants, and most importantly, be wary of humanity itself.

The real disaster for humanity is internal problems.

The reason why the Federation is eager to train excellent commanders is because they know that an excellent commander who is knowledgeable and experienced can retain most of the supplies and enable the team to escape from the war as quickly as possible.

But there was no other way. The Federation's most scarce King-level and Class-A commanders were almost impossible to find among the vast number of civilians. Only nobles who had countless resources at their disposal since childhood had a chance to stand out.

In her previous life, within the M4 Nebula, Yan Qi endured countless attacks from alien species and cosmic electromagnetic explosions. She was the only one to emerge alive and secure a lifeline. While wandering, she discovered a shift in her thinking. She was convinced she had reached the King level, but upon returning to the Federation, she was dealt a heavy blow.

The alliance said that her physical fitness could not keep up with her thinking, and she was simply unable to deduce the battle situation within the specified time.

Outdated deductions and judgments on the battlefield were useless, even if she had deduced them. In the end, she was given the title of "Number One Below the King Level," which also determined that she would never be able to reach the King level in her lifetime due to her physical condition.

Her treatment remained the same, but the Federation no longer vigorously trained her because her value had reached its peak.

Yan Qi thought about it and suddenly smiled. His crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow at the corner of his eyes, and a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

So how can this not be considered a favor?

She thought she would be trapped by the title of "the number one person under the king level" forever until her death.

But she didn't expect that she would be resurrected from the dead. She felt that her mentality and realm seemed to have undergone a transformation. If the previous breakthrough allowed her to step into the threshold of the king level.

Yan Qi was now a true, fully formed, king-level commander. She was confident that her command skills and experience rivaled anyone else's in this world. This body was also telling her that she no longer needed to be limited by her flesh, no longer a trapped beast without claws or fangs.