Chapter 390: Power is Not for Dominating Your Kind
Dawnstar Sector, Pioneer-Dawnstar System, Dawnstar National University
While various departments across the sector suffered from the plague, here, at the highest institution of learning in the Dawnstar Sector bearing the Dawnbreaker emblem—a militarized academy encompassing the three core fields of scientific research, naval command, and Astartes screening, as well as secondary fields like psychic application and army education—
Compared to the chaos outside, the students here maintained a life no different from the past.
Study, training, vocational education.
In this era where threats permeated the entire galaxy, the cadets here still enjoyed a stable learning environment and ample resources, allowing them to constantly enrich themselves within a limited time.
It was as if the plague, the flames of war, and all the suffering inflicted by the Chaos Gods were completely shut out by the high walls of this academy covering nearly thirteen thousand square kilometers.
People came and went, bustling with vibrant energy even in their haste.
"Why the rush? And with so many people suffering outside, is it appropriate for you to wear that face all day?"
"Let me tell you something."
"What?"
"For the new cadet intake this time, the Prince is here again. I'm in the honor guard."
"Oh, you guys are lucky then."
The massive U-shaped plaza was embraced by a shell capable of projecting countless images.
In this square large enough to hold a million people, the freshmen in the front rows stretched their necks curiously, focusing their gaze on the figure on the high platform.
Arthur stood at the highest point, flanked by the honor guard in magnificent armor.
Beside the podium was Arabella, the Dean of Academic Affairs of this academy.
Romulus, the headmaster, was welded to his desk, making attendance at non-major events problematic. The so-called headmaster was just a mascot rarely seen a few times a year; everyone was more familiar with his statue than the person himself.
Fortunately, the actual management authority of the academy had been entrusted to Arabella, who had retired from her long military service. due to the vast distances between stars, the age, actual education level, and ideological health of the cadets were somewhat uneven, requiring her attention to these complex issues.
This Saint of the Order of the Sacred Rose integrated her sisters into the academy's ideological education system. Their firm but not extreme ideology, reformed by the Dawnbreakers, was quite infectious. while not being rejected by the cadets, it maximized the protection of their minds from infringement.
And the greatest insurance was the existence of the Dawnbreakers.
The soul projections of these important talents would be anchored, giving them more security in the perilous galaxy.
After completing the routine opening ceremony, Arabella bowed slightly, yielding the podium to the taller Knight beside her.
Arthur nodded slightly, then stepped up to the podium.
Before him was a sea of people, the contemporary elite gathered from a thousand planets.
He couldn't help but feel happy about this.
Members in the front row leaned forward unconsciously. Fortunately, necessary education and upbringing prevented them from surging forward like incited crowds.
"Congratulations on becoming members of the Dawnstar National University."
"You are the best of the best, standing out from fierce competitions. You, your parents, everyone constituting your social circle, and I, should be proud that you can be here today."
The clear and majestic voice fell, and immediately, his image appeared everywhere in the square via projection, and his words spread through the vox system.
As soon as the words fell, looks of pride appeared on the faces of many cadets from all over the stars.
Their backgrounds were not simple. Except for the locals who enjoyed stable education with the construction of the Dawnstar Sector, the vast majority of them relied on family support to get here.
After all, unless a technician's child had exaggerated talent, they couldn't compare with those children who started targeted potential development early in a slightly weaker family environment, thus surpassing them in layers of screening.
"However, as one of the leaders of the Dawnbreakers, I must emphasize that the abilities shaped by your superior environment are not meant for you to dominate over compatriots who haven't enjoyed equal resources. You should use this power to help them."
Arthur knew they had the confidence to say this.
This was the original intention of the Dawnbreakers' birth, and they hoped to shape the humans walking with them in this universe into such people.
"At the same time, do not try to be brave, but have the courage to admit your weaknesses and learn to depend on each other."
"The true meaning of a warrior of humanity is not to demand individual perfection. know that no one is born defined as absolutely strong or weak. The key lies in everyone holding the power to shape themselves. And this academy, a place gathering the wisdom and efforts of countless people, is where you shape yourselves. You should cherish this opportunity created for you by countless people."
Below the stage, some were thoughtful, some nodded in agreement.
Arthur's tone was not impassioned, as if he never intended to incite emotions, but the content was much more concrete than they thought.
Not that they felt the sermons of those Ecclesiarchy priests believing in the Angel lineage were problematic—after all, those guys really gave out food and water—but in comparison, the requirements from the one on stage were more specific, more like telling them what a member of the Dawnbreakers should achieve.
Many senior cadets looked at the thinking freshmen with smiles.
Mainly because the actions of the lords were too persuasive.
In this universe with supernatural power, the personality cult brought by the power gap is inevitable. Just like the Emperor chanting 'I am not a god' every day, did anyone take it seriously? They worshiped anyway.
So how to guide positively became a matter to consider.
And the lords did very well. They were themselves very well, and actively promoted and displayed it to the outside world, telling others what to do.
Over time, this social atmosphere was established.
"And precisely because of this—"
"Future scientists, please explore the unknown fearlessly and embrace a wider world. We can protect your thoughts and apply the crystallization of your wisdom."
"Future Imperial Navy officers, please strive to enrich yourselves. We can provide the reins for you to gallop through the sea of stars."
"Future Astartes, please continue to hone yourselves. We can give you unfading honor."
Arthur's speech was concise, without long nonsense or PUA-like grand principles. Everyone knew him. As a leader, he just needed to state his requirements.
Slogans are necessary, indeed, because they carry lofty ideals and symbolize their unremitting pursuit.
Just like perfection, is there any true perfection in this world?
There is only the self becoming perfect in the journey of pursuing perfection.
When facing the Imperial high command, Arthur was also accustomed to juxtaposing honor, the Imperium, humanity, and complex long sentences. The reason was that the halo bestowed by his identity was enough to boost morale, and the heroism shaped by the mainstream belief that heroes step up when needed was generally engraved in the values of Imperials, thus winning wars more quickly.
But requirements must be practical, because being too vague would be despairing, making people lose the sense of reality and not know how to start.
Students, especially young and talented students, are at a rebellious age. Those who can get into this academy are top-tier in both body and mind. They are talented and hate condescending guidance.
But at the same time, they are also at a kind age, growing up in a relatively stable environment, still holding unique longings for the world, expecting beauty.
They need something to support them to go on, something we generally call ideals.
That is enough.
"Understood!"
The freshmen responded uniformly. The militarized imprint engraved into the marrow of the Imperium made them orderly.
"I sincerely look forward to your growth. And the moment you step out of the academy, the future of humanity will also be entrusted to your hands."
Finally, Arthur gazed at these young adults, then raised his sword to everyone, shouting the slogan engraved in every aspect of the Dawnstar Sector over thirty years.
"For humanity."
The clear voice entered everyone's ears.
"For humanity!"
If the crowd below could be compared to a tide.
Then the cheers erupting at this moment were a tsunami surging outward.
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