Chapter 1 Getting Away

"Yes, I just had a visit from the Immigration Bureau yesterday. Is that a problem?" Zhou Jing asked tentatively.

Feng Feng smiled amicably, "According to relevant regulations, registration as a Superhuman exempts both the individual and their family from mandatory immigration. Once the registration is complete here, your status in the system will change from ordinary citizen to Superhuman citizen. The files at the Immigration Bureau will be updated synchronously, and you can freely choose whether or not to immigrate."

"That's good."

Having the confirmation from an official made Zhou Jing breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Feng maintained his amiable smile and continued:

"Don't worry. If you don't want to immigrate, we'll help you resolve the issue. All previous mandatory immigration procedures can be voided. If you want to continue with immigration, you won't need to deal with the Immigration Bureau afterward; you can liaise directly with me."

"Not under the Immigration Bureau's jurisdiction anymore?" Zhou Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Heh, our authority is above the Immigration Bureau. You don't need to worry about them; they're not qualified to handle your files."

Feng Feng smiled modestly, his tone subtly conveying the superiority of a higher-level agency within the system.

Different official institutions have different functions, and the Superhuman Bureau is higher in rank than most institutions. As long as it involves Superhuman issues, they are managed uniformly by them, and other institutions are obligated to cooperate.

As long as you register as a Superhuman, other departments must obtain the Superhuman Bureau's consent before processing your files, unlike ordinary people who can be bossed around by various institutions – this is the privilege of Superhumans, similar to that of some confidential departments.

In this context, the Superhuman Bureau is a super-giant department, qualified to look down upon the vast majority of official institutions...

The Immigration Bureau? A backwater office that barely gets any action and is always taking the blame for mandatory immigration policies, constantly getting cursed at online – what kind of trash are they?

We're not even in the same league!

"I see..."

Zhou Jing scratched his head. Although he knew the Superhuman Bureau had vast powers, he was only now truly realizing it.

At this moment, Feng Feng paused and said, "However, regarding the immigration issue, I do need to understand your intentions. Discounting the mandatory aspect, do you have any thoughts about immigrating?"

"I haven't decided yet." Zhou Jing shook his head.

This wasn't a lie; he was still considering it.

Feng Feng wasn't surprised and said, "I understand. Perhaps you haven't fully adapted to your Superhuman status, and you're not quite clear on the differences in immigration for Superhumans... From the perspective of personal development, I do recommend immigration. Now is a good time."

"How so?"

Zhou Jing was curious.

Feng Feng explained:

"As you probably know, interstellar immigrants rarely return. The same goes for Superhumans. Unless there are special circumstances, they will stay on the new planet – so the Superhumans active on each colony star are different people."

Hearing this, Zhou Jing nodded.

As a loyal Superhuman League viewer, he was aware of this.

The Superhuman League is divided into different planetary divisions, and the audience on one planet mostly sees matches featuring players from that planet.

Therefore, most of the players who become popular only become famous on their own planet, gaining local popularity.

This is also due to the limitations of conventional communication technology. Each planet is a semi-closed cultural ecosystem, with different stars and celebrities.

Feng Feng continued to explain patiently:

"Therefore, the number of Superhumans on a new planet is far less than on other older colony stars, which means there's less competition, and Superhuman talent is scarce, leading to a large number of job openings.

"First of all, Superhumans who immigrate to a new planet receive extra subsidies. And if you want to develop in certain official departments, such as the military, police, or intelligence agencies, you'll have significant advantages in promotion, rapid advancement, and easily become a veteran in the future... In simple terms, many positions are vacant and need people to be promoted; this is a situation unique to new planets.

"If you want to find employment in society, you'll also be more sought-after than on older planets. Many business groups and enterprises will fiercely compete for the limited number of Superhumans, offering generous benefits.

"If you want to participate in the Superhuman League, it's easier to achieve results on a new planet because there are fewer people and fewer experts, so the competition isn't as intense. Although there aren't as many viewers and the market is smaller, the sooner you become famous, the more veteran status you'll have.

"Whether in the system or in society, Superhumans are far more sought-after on new planets than on older planets. So, every time there's an immigration wave, Superhumans often voluntarily apply for immigration... Objectively speaking, your superpower isn't outstanding, and you might find more opportunities on a new planet."

He listed the advantages of Superhuman immigration and finally offered a sincere suggestion:

"Therefore, immigrating to a new planet is especially suitable for newcomers like you who have just awakened and haven't established a foothold locally. It's a good opportunity for you to start from scratch."

"What you're saying is indeed good..."

After listening quietly to Feng Feng's introduction, Zhou Jing was somewhat tempted, pondering to himself.

This was a very realistic situation. In this orderly social environment, even after becoming a Superhuman, one had to consider future job choices and personal development.

Feng Feng's words were also sincere.

One of the Superhuman Bureau's functions was to offer life plans to Superhumans, helping them realize their life values, build careers, and enter social divisions of labor.

As for why...

The Superhuman Bureau didn't want people who possessed extraordinary powers to become idle members of society or unemployed vagrants.

Getting these people a job and a proper career was better than them suddenly deciding to "wear Wu hooks and reclaim fifty star systems"!

"You don't have to give me an answer now; you can think it over."

Feng Feng reminded him considerately.

"Okay."

Zhou Jing nodded, planning to go back and think about it carefully.

He glanced at the white coats who were packing up their equipment and asked, "What's next?"

"The test is over. The background will review your information. Once the certificates are made, the registration is complete... During this period, you need to live in the Superhuman Bureau for three days. Of course, we provide food and lodging."

After saying that, Feng Feng made a gesture of invitation and led the way.

"Come with me; I'll take you to your room."

Zhou Jing had no objections and followed Feng Feng.

The interface was on cooldown, and there was nothing else to do for the time being. Besides, no one was in his dilapidated rental apartment, and he had turned off the water and electricity when he left, so it didn't matter if he didn't go back for three days.

The two of them wound their way through the building and arrived at a floor that resembled a hotel lobby. This was the living area.

The Superhuman Bureau had accommodation areas to provide temporary dormitories for Superhumans, but unless there were certain events, no one came to stay. It was generally used for new awakeners who needed to undergo three days of observation.

Arriving at a room door, Feng Feng had Zhou Jing enter parameters such as facial recognition and fingerprints, then opened the door. Inside was a well-furnished single room.

"This is your residence for these three days. Fingerprints can open the door. If you want to eat something, you can use the internal line to call the kitchen for room service, or you can go directly to the cafeteria in the living area."

"Got it." Zhou Jing nodded.

"Then you can rest. I still have to process some procedures for you. I'll come find you again tomorrow." Feng Feng's attitude was friendly.

"Okay, then you go ahead and get busy."

"Well... Although I don't think it's necessary for you, I still have to remind you, don't use your ability casually."

Feng Feng smiled after speaking, then said goodbye and left the room.

Zhou Jing then carefully looked around the room.

If he wasn't mistaken, there must be quite a few hidden cameras in here...

Zhou Jing clicked his tongue, not caring.

Anyway, he didn't plan to do anything these three days. He just wanted to act like a normal awakener, showing his harmonious side, to avoid any twists and turns during registration.

He turned on the TV and searched the library, finding many programs downloaded, including many episodes of classic Superhuman League battles.

"Eh, let's watch some matches, watch some matches."

Zhou Jing lay on the bed, watching with great interest to pass the time.

...

Meanwhile, at the Interstellar Immigration Bureau, West Sea City Branch.

In the aisle beside the workstation, Cheng Li held a thermos cup and was chatting and laughing with several colleagues, using their recent interview experiences as gossip.

"A few days ago, I interviewed someone for mandatory immigration, and his family was really bizarre. They actually tied up the immigration subject and tried to secretly transfer money to bribe me, wanting me to skip the interview process and pass the assessment directly. I was so angry that I wanted to curse him on the spot... Is the little money he bribed me with enough for me to lose my job?" someone hummed.

Another person chimed in, their tone helpless: "You're lucky; at least you could communicate. The day before yesterday, I encountered an interview subject who deliberately caused himself a concussion and was unconscious in the hospital, thinking that he could escape immigration responsibility. I have to go again after he wakes up, just giving me trouble..."

"What's that? A few days ago, an interview subject violently resisted, wanting to slash me with a knife. Fortunately, the bodyguard subdued him. I immediately approved him as a dangerous personality, letting him wait to go to jail after immigration," someone said indignantly.

"By the way, Cheng Li, have your recent interviews been going smoothly?"

A colleague turned their head to chat with Cheng Li.

"I'm okay; they've all been pretty smooth."

Cheng Li thought of Zhou Jing, whom she had interviewed yesterday, and said casually, "The smoothest was yesterday morning. I interviewed a young man who kept perfunctorily answering my questions, but that was fine; as long as he cooperated, it saved me a lot of trouble... But what was strange was that the bodyguard who went with me actually said that the young man was very dangerous."

"Ah? Then what?"

Cheng Li shrugged, "Nothing happened. The young man's file was too clear; he was just an ordinary person. The bodyguard must have been mistaken, so I didn't bother to add that part to the assessment summary."

At this moment, message notifications sounded simultaneously at Cheng Li's workstation. These were the assessments of the most recent interview subjects approved by the Immigration Bureau's backend.

Cheng Li glanced at it without paying attention, continuing to chat with her colleagues.

After chatting for a while, the colleagues dispersed and went back to work.

Cheng Li then returned to her position, reluctantly starting to work, opening the files of the interview subjects one by one.

She didn't bother to look at the assessment results carefully, just casually scanning them to make sure there were no problems, not staying on a file for more than five seconds.

The files flashed by quickly, and Cheng Li watched, propping up her chin, bored.

Switching to the next file once again, suddenly, with a "ding" sound, a prompt page popped up on the screen.

[This file has been transferred to the Superhuman Bureau, to be handled by a higher-level personnel]

[You are not authorized to access this file]

Cheng Li was immediately stunned.

She then perked up, realizing that all the file information had been hidden. She filtered through the other files, secretly recalling who was missing, and quickly came up with a result.

"Is it that young man named Zhou Jing from yesterday morning?"

Cheng Li's eyes widened, her face full of bewilderment.

Yesterday, she could still access the file normally; the person's information was just that of an ordinary person.

But only a day had passed, and he had become a Superhuman?!

Cheng Li's expression was a mixture of emotions.

She wasn't even a Superhuman herself yet...

Yesterday, he was just an ordinary person who had to obediently cooperate with the interview. Today, he transformed into a Superhuman... This feeling was like one of a pile of backup lovers turning out to be a treasure, but she had ignored and missed him.

– Although this comparison wasn't very accurate, she did have a similar feeling.

"Tsk..."

Cheng Li looked at the file she had no right to access on the screen, her expression sullen.

Although she didn't like processing files, discovering that one of them had become inaccessible made her feel a subtle awkwardness, a vague sense of frustration that she had become "unworthy."

...

The sky gradually darkened.

Zhou Jing had been watching programs in the room all day and was finally feeling a bit hungry.

"Order takeout or go out... I should go out to eat, and take a stroll around the Superhuman Bureau."

He turned off the TV, pushed open the door, and followed the signs to the cafeteria in the accommodation area.

The cafeteria was empty, with only one person eating at a table.

Zhou Jing recognized him at a glance; it was Zhao He, whom he had briefly met in the lounge.

Zhao He also noticed someone coming and glanced up, not recognizing Zhou Jing, whom he had briefly met before.

"Want to eat together?"

Zhao He took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Jing was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he didn't refuse. He took some food and sat across from Zhao He.

The two of them briefly introduced their names and chatted casually, confirming that they were both new awakeners.

Zhao He's tone became a little friendlier, and he revealed a slight smile:

"What's your ability? What was your potential assessment?"

"Physical enhancement, physical fitness exceeding ordinary people, C-grade potential. What about you?" Zhou Jing didn't hide it. He also wanted to communicate with Superhumans, and there was nothing to conceal about such a common ability like physical enhancement.

Zhao He oh-ed, paused, and then opened his mouth to say:

"I'm an energy projection type superpower, I can release high-pressure water waves, the potential assessment of the ability is A-grade..."

"So you can squirt water?" Zhou Jing asked curiously.

"..."

Zhao He lowered his head and took a bite of food, not answering.

Zhou Jing scratched his chin and said, "Speaking of which, when I was testing my ability, it seemed like someone briefly triggered an alarm. Was that you?"

"A little mistake." Zhao He replied blandly, stood up, "I'm full, I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he left on his own without waiting for Zhou Jing to answer.

Zhou Jing was at a loss.

What was that about? He called me over to sit down and eat, and then left after only a few words?

I shouldn't have offended him with what I said just now...

Forget it, if he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't want to talk. It feels like this person isn't very easy to get along with anyway.

Zhou Jing shook his head, not paying attention, and ate his meal on his own.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

Taking it out, it was actually a call from Li Xiaoyin.

‘What's she calling me for at this time...’

Zhou Jing was a little puzzled.

As soon as he answered the phone, Li Xiaoyin's loud voice came from the other end. Just listening to her voice, he could imagine her shocked expression.

"Jing Jing! What's going on! Your dad said you were forced to immigrate?!"