The Entire Military Academy Thinks I'm a B-Rank Support

The Empire’s Psychic Evaluation Center gave Jiang Zi a badge. Grade B, support type. Jiang Zi looked at it for three seconds, put it away, and signed up for the combat division. The teacher hesitated. “Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what ‘support’ means?” Jiang Zi: “Helping teammates end a fight as quickly as possible. Is there a problem with that?” When the new cadets’ assessment results were announced, first place went to Jiang Zi. The whole military academy stared at the mecha she had dismantled into scattered pieces at her feet, then at the Grade B support badge on her chest, and fell into a long silence. Jiang Zi’s psychic manifestation is a Rubik’s Cube. It can take things apart, put them back together, set up defenses, summon lightning, and occasionally bash a dent into an enemy’s head. Other people take the assessment to earn points. She walks into the testing grounds and casually walks out with the hidden missions, special materials, and the mastermind behind it all. Other people call for backup when they encounter the Zerg. She’s already leading a group of gifted teammates, each with their own issues, straight into the heart of the hive. As the military academy league gets underway, the fangs behind a string of so-called “accidents” at the border gradually emerge. Jiang Zi only wanted to attend military academy in peace, repair mechas, and earn a little money for materials. Instead, she accidentally became the top cadet, took down a Zerg hive, and even lured that ever-present remnant moon of the Empire into her team. Until one day, the Rubik’s Cube unfolds completely on the battlefield, and the highest-level monitoring devices, silent for years, light up red all at once. Theme: We are the blazing sun that will rise at last