The group immediately burst into laughter after seeing Garion’s frowning face.

The silver-skinned man waved his hand casually. "Relax, don’t think too much about the threat evaluation thing."

The horned man nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Honestly, it’s not really a bad thing."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "How is being labeled dangerous not a bad thing?"

The white-haired woman crossed her arms lightly while smiling faintly. "Because threat level also means potential."

Garion blinked. "Huh?"

The horned man laughed softly. "Think about it."

He pointed around the Cosmic Terminal. "This place values strength above almost everything."

The silver-skinned man continued immediately. "The higher your threat level, the more talented people assume you are."

Garion stared blankly for a moment. "It can work like that?"

The group nodded together.

"Of course."

The horned man shrugged casually. "Nobody cares if you’re dangerous as long as you’re not stupid enough to cause trouble inside the Terminal."

The white-haired woman added calmly, "A high threat evaluation usually means the Cosmic Alliance believes you have high growth potential."

Garion rubbed his chin slowly. "So basically... people actually want high threat ratings?"

The silver-skinned man pointed at him dramatically. "Exactly."

Garion could not help snorting. "This universe really is weird as hell."

Atlas laughed softly from his invisible position beside him.

[Honestly, they’re not wrong.]

Garion replied mentally.

Of course you’d say that.

The horned man suddenly stretched his arms. "Anyway, enough talking."

He pointed toward the giant silver tower in the distance. "Let’s go register."

Garion nodded slightly before suddenly pausing. "Wait."

He looked back at the group suspiciously. "You guys haven’t registered yet either?"

The group looked at each other briefly before laughing again.

The silver-skinned man scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Actually... no."

Garion blinked slowly. "...Seriously?"

The horned man shrugged. "The registration period only happens once every month."

The white-haired woman nodded lightly. "So most newly awakened people gather around this time."

Garion looked surprised. "I see... I thought you guys were already registered, but still, why are you still here, and where did you get that information?"

The silver-skinned man crossed his arms proudly. "Because our worlds aren’t exactly backward."

He continued, "We already learned basic cosmic civilization knowledge before entering the Awakening Realm."

Garion immediately looked jealous. "That sounds convenient."

The horned man laughed loudly. "Trust me, it is."

The white-haired woman looked toward Garion calmly. "Most established civilizations prepare their cultivators before they enter space."

Garion sighed dramatically. "Meanwhile my world barely knew the universe even existed."

The entire group laughed again.

Then the silver-skinned man suddenly grinned. "That’s why we’re here."

Garion blinked. "Hm?"

The horned man pointed between them. "We usually come here every registration period to help guide newbies."

Garion looked genuinely surprised now. "You seriously just help random strangers?"

The white-haired woman shrugged lightly. "Someone helped us too when we first arrived."

The silver-skinned man smirked. "So now we pass it forward."

Garion stared at them quietly for a moment before laughing softly. "Huh..."

Then he grinned. "You cosmic people are nicer than I expected."

Atlas instantly snorted.

[Give it a few more days.]

Garion ignored him immediately.

The horned man suddenly pointed toward the giant tower again. "Come on. Registration lines become hell if we arrive too late."

Garion nodded. "Alright, let’s go."

The next second... BOOM.

The entire group suddenly rushed forward at absurd speed.

Their bodies shot through the metallic pathways of the Cosmic Terminal like flashes of light.

Garion’s eyes widened slightly. "Damn."

But almost instantly, gravity distorted around his body naturally.

His figure shot forward smoothly as he followed them without difficulty.

The surrounding scenery blurred rapidly as gigantic cosmic ships passed overhead.

The horned man glanced backward while moving... then his eyes widened slightly. "Huh?"

The silver-skinned man also turned his head. "...Wait."

Even the white-haired woman looked surprised now.

Garion was casually keeping up beside them with both hands in his pockets.

The silver-skinned man blinked repeatedly. "You can actually keep up with us?"

Garion looked confused. "Hm? Yeah."

The horned man stared at him. "Dude, we’re not moving slowly."

Garion laughed lightly. "Hahaha! Of course I can keep up. Didn’t I already tell you guys I’m strong?"

The group looked at each other briefly before laughing again. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The horned man shook his head while grinning. "You definitely said that, yeah."

The silver-skinned man crossed his arms while continuing to run forward smoothly.

"But honestly, most newbies who say that usually get left behind after five seconds."

Garion snorted.

"Well, I’m built different."

Atlas instantly sighed.

[Please stop saying that.]

No.

The white-haired woman glanced at Garion again, her expression calmer than the others.

"You really don’t move like a normal newly awakened cultivator."

Garion shrugged casually. "Maybe surviving a space storm made me tougher."

The group still looked doubtful, but none of them pushed further.

Instead, the horned man suddenly smiled. "Well then, since you can actually keep up..."

He pointed at the group while they continued moving at high speed. "We should properly introduce ourselves."

Garion blinked slightly. "Oh right."

The silver-skinned man grinned first. "I’m Slifera."

He tapped his silver chest proudly. "Silverian Race."

Garion looked slightly surprised now that he could see the details more clearly.

Slifera’s skin almost looked metallic under the cosmic lights, while glowing blue patterns occasionally moved faintly beneath the surface of his arms.

"Intermediate Awakening Realm," Slifera added casually.

Garion blinked slightly. "Intermediate already?"

Slifera laughed softly. "You’ll realize later that Awakening Realm is way bigger than you think."

Before Garion could ask more, the horned man smirked confidently. "My turn."

He pointed at his curved black horns. "Rovak. Drakhor Race."

A faint dark-red aura briefly flickered around him before disappearing again. "Peak Awakening Realm."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "Peak already? Damn."

Rovak grinned proudly. "Of course."

Then he casually pointed toward the white-haired woman. "And she’s Elisa."

Elisa sighed softly. "You always introduce me like some kind of product."

Rovak laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Too late now."

Elisa shook her head helplessly before calmly looking at Garion. "Elisa. Snow Elf Race."

Garion blinked slightly. "Snow Elf..."

Honestly, she really did look almost exactly like the fantasy elves from Earth stories.

Atlas immediately laughed.

[Earth stories really guessed a surprising amount of things correctly.]

Garion ignored him immediately.

Elisa continued calmly. "Late Awakening Realm."

Garion slowly nodded while trying to remember the cosmic cultivation system Atlas explained earlier.

Even Awakening Realm cultivators already sounded absurdly powerful compared to his old world.

Yet these three acted like normal young adults casually helping newcomers around a cosmic terminal.