"I am glad you were able to survive your ordeals, young man," Mister White said, sitting next to Enzo with a look of concern and relief on his face.

Unlike the other man, he didn't treat Enzo like a specimen or data file. He understood what the young man had just been through and the toll it would take on him now and in the near future.

Thousands of young thrill seeking young men went through it daily and were going through it even now all over the galaxy, The epidemic was not something to hold lightly.

"It was alright." Enzo didn't quite know how to process this yet. So what he had faced on Galafray was over just like that? What about Victoria? Was she gone? But she had become a god, was she in the skies above? It was a lot to process right now.

Speaking to Mr white also helped flesh some of the out.

"Your parents are in good hands also. If you'd like… we can go see them now," Mister White spoke, not yet saying what he really wanted.

"It's fine. As long as they are alive, I'll see them soon. I'm more interested in what you have to offer me," Enzo said, sitting up slowly.

He had become a Starweaver. In the hierarchy of the world, he wasn't considered the strongest, but he was indeed strong. Mister White here, just like the Weavetech representative, wanted to borrow his strength in one way or another.

"Okay," Mister White said, seeing Enzo's readiness to speak, and nodded his head.

For young Starweavers, the opportunities were endless. They could be hired as mercenaries, serve in the military, or even go freelance. Anything they did would garner them not just money but also respect and reputation.

This was the path of the strong, an endless stream of constant opportunity that favored the bold.

"The Dual Moon Institute is a training ground. We groom Starweavers in a variety of fields and settings. Think of it as a college of learning. What we impart to you, we expect to better the world in one way or another," Mister White explained.

Of course, the institute wasn't a charity. Most people who went there actually had to pay since they didn't control the future of their members like the others.

For Enzo in particular, it started off as a diversity thing. Poor kids from the slums who had undergone their first voyage would typically be qualified. But Enzo was… different.

If nothing else, that black coffin was enough reason to give him an honorary scholarship. Coupled with what he narrated about his first voyage, he was definitely a talent worth grooming.

"The institute will train you for a given number of years, after which you can decide to unenroll yourself with a fine. It's a good deal—we have state-of-the-art facilities and on-site training. A few of our alumni are also very eager to receive students from the institute after training."

Of all the options Weavers had for training, joining an institute was by far the best. So much so that big families would typically send their children there to avoid family commitments and schemes.

For a slum rat like Enzo, it was a golden opportunity.

"Thank you, Mister White. I truly appreciate your help. But I need time to think about it," Enzo said calmly with a steady voice.

He had been through a lot these past few months. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea—after all, becoming a professional Weaver was the quickest way to make it big and take care of his family. But right now, he needed, if nothing else, some breathing space.

"My voyage was successful. I received around 250 years of life from the Ordeal. I can pay back the amount you've spent to keep my family alive so far," Enzo said, pulling up his sleeve and showing the numbers on it plainly to Mr White.

250 years.

That's the amount of time he had on his wrist. Who would have thought he'd get this much from passing his first voyage? He only had around a few years before going in, and that was the culmination of his father's life savings, now? He had more than two centuries.

"Haha, no worries, kid. That was from my pockets, and I don't need you to pay me," Mister White said, seeming to understand Enzo. Most would think he was just waiting to see other offers, but Mister White thought differently.

The boy had a strong sense of duty and a firm mind. If he wanted to go with other party, he would probably say so directly, He had probably already made up his mind on what he wanted even now, so it was better to let him be until further notice.

"Uhh, how are you going to lift this thing, by the way? It's incredibly heavy," Mister White asked, turning to the Void Coffin on the side.

He had tried, and so had several others, but this thing was unmovable, and that's saying a lot. he was already able move industry-sized machines easily with his bare hands.

"Oh, that's nothing," Enzo said, breaking into a knowing smile.

Minutes later, he walked out of the Weavetech building with a coffin strapped to his back, heading into the streets of Forte Marie.

"Hmm, he's promising." As Mister White observed Enzo, someone behind him couldn't help but comment.

Enzo didn't know this, but he had done something no one had in years.

In reality, the Dual Moon Institute was one of the biggest academies on planet Earth at this time—top 5, in fact. If Mister White hadn't mistakenly fallen into this area, he wouldn't be caught dead in this ruin of a city.

"Mind your business, old witch," Mister White responded as his eyes drifted to a short hag of a woman bound in chains. He was the only one who could see her here, and that made it all the more annoying

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