Dusty had to go back to his room for Roll Call. I read the Letter of Royal Commission that I was given. I congratulated me on my studies and said that the palace had been keeping an eye on my progress. Basically, it invited me to a party at one of the king's holiday estates. The menu said that there was an opportunity to meet the leaders of each military branch and impress them. Succeed, and you would have the opportunity to join the branch of your choice as an officer. Fail to impress, and you had to take what was given to you. Piss them off, and you might be blacklisted. That seemed simple enough. The player had an in-game month to respond. If you could grind to a higher level, you would be offered a higher rank. That was what Dusty and I had planned. We would grind with the Pretty Boys until it was the last day for him to respond. We would then go together. Hopefully, we could go all the way to Level 20. By the time I was finished reading, I received my first time warning. It had been a week in the game, but only three hours in the real world. I decided to stay for another three hours.
I went to bed still a bit sore. When I woke up, the changes were complete. My tail was hanging off the bed. The patients in the beds next to me were scooted to the far side of their beds from me as they tossed and turned. The pheromones were working too. I got up and stretched. There was no pain or stiffness anywhere. This was my body now. I tried using my tail. It was like I always had a tail with the ease of moving and letting it wrap around all sorts of things to grab. I barely needed to think about it for it to do what I wanted. I went to a nurse to be discharged and went to my room. Class was fine. People clearly noticed I had a tail but the response was muted. In fact, the teacher told us about several heroes in the countries past that had mutated by "embracing their blood" while piloting. Everyone was jealous. People came up to me to ask about it. I stood up and said "Challenge us to an exhibition. I give the winners a private demonstration." That encouraged them all to form groups to challenge the Pretty Boys. Just what I needed to grind exp.
With all the enhancements, It was a cakewalk and we had something to prove after losing to the Lions. We were taking three challenges a day. Dusty Boi had quickly become the fixed Omega in the second round of the Battle mecha event. His mecha's hull was way too strong to be breached by the other students. He must have put all his points into durability. We won every single match that week making our record 28-1 which was an Academy record. The other Players in the academy were also in the running with their own factions, but we stayed clear of them. We just wanted to grind, not PVP matches. I did not have to give any private demonstrations to any of my classmates, but I did give one to the Pretty Boys. They were all interested and I could see them making plans in their head. They were all pretty simple minded in that way. Dusty kept his new powers a secret. I also decided to keep my womb and pheromones under wraps. We had blasted all the way to Level 16. It was very great, but that was when I got the second time warning. Six real world hours had passed.
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