In the original work, this event was a significant shock, causing substantial damage and leading to the realignment of the human union's defense line against the aliens. It probably saved at least tens of millions of lives.

"Wow. What is that? I want to fight it."

"From head to toe, it must be about 5 km tall. Someone as small as our Rose might not even be recognized by it."

"No, Merdi. If I hit it, that thing would probably cry and roll on the ground."

The two people next to me were chattering away as if they weren’t shocked at all by the massive figure of the Land Crawler. For me, the mere thought of fighting such a thing was unbelievable. Is this why they’re called superhumans?

"To me, it doesn’t seem like it's fully evolved yet. What do you think, Lemon?"

"…Hmm, maybe?"

I hesitated, unsure how to respond to Sahil’s question, and gave a vague answer. Should I pretend to know? This is the first time the Land Crawler has been revealed. Considering that this is a video recording of an operation carried out just a day ago, the investigation would still be ongoing. But I could make a reasonable guess.

"If it evolves further, it might reach up to 10 km."

"10 km? Wow. Even if you put 10 warships together, they’d still be smaller than that."

"What’s more terrifying is that this alien seems to function as a mobile production base. We don’t know how much it can reproduce, but it’s bound to be horrifying."

"The strategist who detected that in advance and planned the operation is truly remarkable."

Sahil nodded in agreement with what I said. I can’t exactly say that this operation happened because of me. Should I keep pretending I don’t know? Fortunately, my dilemma didn’t last long.

One of the instructors, who had just finished watching the video, spoke up. "Cadets, you must be familiar with the planet Frunshea. This is a video recording of an event that took place there just yesterday."

As the instructor spoke, a series of data was transmitted to each of our tactical tables. Then, the updates related to the Frunshea planet, which had been on hold, resumed. The overall battle situation showed that the front line had been pushed back slightly due to the operation. However, considering the circumstances, this minor retreat was practically a victory with no losses.

"The entity is named Land Crawler. Based on what we’ve discovered so far, it has a production capacity similar to that of medium to small hatchery clusters…."

The information revealed so far wasn’t much different from what I remembered. Given that it was destroyed before reaching its complete form, I probably still have a good grasp of the Land Crawler.

"What’s noteworthy here is why we’re showing you this video as part of a joint class."

The classroom became slightly noisy. If you think about it, it’s obvious. Something related to us must have caused this event. Barton realized this too and asked me.

"Lemon. I remember you were digging up information about that area, right?"

"…Haha, yeah?"

"Do you know something?"

"Um… about what?”

At my answer, the instructor sighed and turned his attention away. I’m thankful he didn’t dig deeper.

‘Wait, didn’t Barton just smile?’

While I was surprised, staring at Barton, the instructor continued speaking. The tactical report I had painstakingly drafted a few days ago was revealed first, followed by my name.

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

"…This is truly remarkable. Let’s give a round of applause to Cadet Leonard Monarch."

Suddenly, an overwhelming amount of attention was focused on me. At this moment, the cadets were purely surprised and clapped. “Thanks to Leonard’s cautiousness and his report, we were very well prepared to face the alien.”

This is a tangible achievement that can’t be compared to my 23rd place ranking in the first semester.

"Although it’s not exact, calculations suggest that if this event hadn’t been predicted, the resulting human casualties would have exceeded 3 million. Of course, the military would have also suffered a significant blow. It’s truly a heart-stopping thought."

Rose looked at me with shining eyes. If we weren’t in a classroom filled with people, I could imagine her grabbing me and jumping up and down.

"Lemon, is that really true? Did you really submit a report to the higher-ups!!"

"Ye-s, but I didn’t-!"

"Haha! That’s amazing! My disciple, I am very proud of you!"

"…Uh, thanks, but right now…."

"It’s seriously impressive!"

Of course, even without jumping, this could still get me noticed. I managed to calm Rose down. But there was still more to be surprised about.

"Soon, Cadet Leonard Monarch will be awarded a medal, and it’s confirmed that the ceremony will be attended by the commander of the 2nd Legion and the leader of the Central Superhuman Corps, Daniel."

This time, the cadets were in an uproar for a different reason. 'Daniel,' one of humanity’s top superhumans, has been building his reputation over the past 100 years since the initial alien invasion, with countless achievements to his name. He’s revered as a hero by both regular people and superhumans alike. But for superhumans, his significance is even greater.

Knowing Darmosa’s personality, I was a bit puzzled.

'Is there another reason? Well, it can't be anything too serious.'

Regardless of Darmosa’s reasons, being able to meet him so early is a stroke of luck.

"Do you think we could have a match with him?"

"Just hit him once and see. Maybe he will fight back?"

"Oh, Merdi. That’s a brilliant idea!"

Please, don’t do that.

As I was trying to dissuade the two troublemakers with Barton, one of the instructors approached me. It was the middle-aged man who had just taken the microphone.

As far as I know, he was quite a remarkable officer during his active duty, and even after retiring, his gaze was still intense.

"Cadet Leonard, may I have a moment of your time?"

"Ah, yes. Of course. Where should we go?"

"No, it's nothing special. Let’s talk right here."

I wondered what he wanted to ask. All the information I know about the current situation is already written in the submitted tactical report.

"I’m Gerold, one of the instructors in RTA Tactical Studies. I’m also the one who reviewed the tactical report you submitted."

"…Ah!"

"I was quite surprised yesterday. Just imagining what could have happened if your report had been rejected made me break out in a cold sweat. I want to take this opportunity to thank you."

"Yes. You’re welcome, but I was just really lucky."

According to Gerold, there was a possibility that the report could have been rejected. After all, the author is just a cadet with only seven months of training. Given that the operation was actually carried out without dismissing it lightly, it’s an understatement to say I owe Gerold a bow.

"Your perspective on analyzing and understanding the battlefield was quite refreshing. At my age, I didn’t expect to learn something new."

"Haha… I guess.”

"Of course, I won’t deny that it was rough around the edges. But the depth of your knowledge about the aliens and how you utilized it tactically was exceptional, far beyond what anyone else could match."

"You don’t have to go that far…."

"That’s not it."

The intense gaze coming my way was painful. I’m still not used to this kind of attention.

But is that all Gerold wanted to say?

"Your achievements have significantly increased the military command’s interest in the RTA Tactical Studies course. There’s a good chance that the system will change soon."

"Will the tactics we developed actually be implemented?"

Sahil asked immediately. Gerold nodded at him.

‘Already?’

I recall this change happening after the protagonist’s admission in the original work, which seems too early.

"Of course, it won’t be implemented 100%. There will first be a review process to determine its feasibility. Considering the time lag between the operation area and the information provided, it will be even more challenging."

"Even so, it’s impressive. It’s almost like becoming an actual commander."

"That’s right."

The instructor shot me another fervent look.

"I wanted to let you know about this first."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and…."

The instructor hesitated before standing up and added one more thing.

"The principal has asked you to visit whenever you have time. It seems there’s a lot to discuss."

It’s about time to meet him. The last time I saw him was during the official opening of the academy. Apart from a few people in the Miracle Generation, he’s someone I wouldn’t have expected to see again until graduation if not for such an event.

"That perverted old man? Be careful, Lemon."

Rose said with a slightly furrowed brow and a worried tone.

"Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll handle it well."

"The principal is not someone to be underestimated. Don’t get dragged into anything, Lemon." Barton said while rearranging himself.

At some point, it feels like my nickname has become public property.