The scene opened with a huge space strom, where an pulsar star make interference in the space time curvature,All student are in fear. Dr K assured the student that they easily cross the storm.

  After the strom cross , in school blazing yellow sun rising. Everyone had gathered in the main hall. Dr. K arrived on stage, looking out at the crowd with a clinical gaze.

  "Hello, my dear subjects," Dr. K began. "You haven’t had to suffer much here yet. Even though you are test subjects, I do not wish to compromise on your growth and education."

  He paced across the stage. "Now that you are in this infinite space, you must learn about your environment to survive. You have also been gifted with new powers, and you must learn to control them. So, get ready for your classes and your curricular activities—similar to your Earth's NCC or NSS. You will also learn how to survive in the universe."

  A ripple of shock went through the students. Why did these aliens want them to learn? It was very strange. Some students were relieved, happy to have a sense of normalcy back in their days. Others groaned, sad that they had to go back to boring classes even in space.

  On the screen, Dr. K introduced a new figure. "This is Mr. Rathore. He is an AI program inspired by a real teacher."

  The hologram of Mr. Rathore shimmered into existence and greeted them. "Hello, students. I am your class teacher. I will teach you about space, science, mathematics, political systems, geography, and history." He paused, his digital eyes scanning the room. "I will smile when you are ready for my class."

  Dr. K took the microphone back. "Your power training will be conducted by Veda and myself. Now, I end my address. Thank you."

  As the assembly dispersed and the students walked toward their designated classroom, Krishna fell into step beside Shiva.

  Shiva stopped him, lowering his voice. "Hey, Krishna. This is very strange, isn't it? We are test subjects, yet this alien wants us to learn their power abilities quickly. Doesn't that seem suspicious?"

  Krishna nodded thoughtfully. "Your talk makes sense. Many of us have this question, but we don’t know the real intentions of this mad alien."

  The scene shifted to the classroom. Mr. Rathore stood at the front, looking every bit like a strict professor. Krishna, always the most curious student regarding space, decided to test the teacher's knowledge. He raised his hand.

  "Sir," Krishna said, "I have a question."

  A collective groan went through the class. Everyone whispered that he was starting with his idiot questions again.

  Ignoring them, Krishna continued, "According to the Theory of Relativity, we cannot go faster than light. We are bound by this limit. So, how do we travel through space so quickly?"

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  Mr. Rathore nodded. "Good question. According to Relativity, you are correct; we cannot go beyond light speed physically. However, we travel through space using wormholes."

  He gestured, and a hologram of the universe appeared. "Our ship travels through short-period wormholes—essentially micro-wormholes. These appear and are destroyed constantly in the universe. We can also artificially create them, but their lifespan is short, so we use multiple wormholes to jump vast distances. That is why we must refuel our ship often—to maintain the energy required to pierce spacetime."

  "Okay," Krishna pressed on. "Then what about our ages? We are not immortal. We would be dead before we reached our destination."

  "Great observation," Mr. Rathore replied. "You will not die of old age because the time inside that spaceship differs from the rest of the universe. We also utilize cosmic rays to slow your biological aging. So, do not worry about your age."

  Krishna had one last question. "And what about communication?"

  "For communication," Mr. Rathore explained, "we use a special device that works on the principle of Quantum Entanglement, allowing instant data transfer across any distance. That is all for today. Class is dismissed."

  After the class ended, the mood shifted. It was time for practical application. Dr. K led the students to a massive, reinforced training deck to train their powers.

  "Begin!" Dr. K ordered.

  Everyone began to practice. Krishna closed his eyes, focusing on the ambient energy of the room. He felt a hum in the air. He visualized absorbing that energy into his core. He took a deep breath, and his skin began to glow faintly. With a sharp exhale, he redirected the energy, blasting a pulse of force onto a target dummy, knocking it back.

  Suddenly, the scene shifted to Aditya.

  Aditya stood with his legs apart, channeling the power of the Sun. His eyes turned a glowing white. "Solar Beam!" he shouted. A concentrated beam of searing yellow heat and light erupted from his hands, melting the metal target instantly.

  Dr. K watched from the observation deck, his eyes narrowing. "One of them is found," he whispered to himself. "Now, where are the rest of you?"

  Nearby, Shiva was tapping into something much darker.

  He possessed the power of Destruction. Black, smoky energy swirled around his fists, crackling like dark lightning. He accumulated the destructive power, compressing it into a dense ball of void energy. With a roar, he shot it at a target. The moment the black energy touched the target, it didn't just break—it disintegrated into dust.

  Lokesh was focusing on his creativity. He held his hands out, visualizing a rifle. Blue nanites materialized from his palms, weaving together until a heavy, futuristic weapon formed in his grip. He took aim and fired precision shots, hitting the bullseye every time.

  Siddharth, calm and composed, utilized the 'Buddha Hand.' He moved his palm forward slowly. He didn't touch the target, but a massive, invisible shockwave of force slammed into it, crushing the metal plate as if a giant hand had squeezed it.

  Devraj raised a finger, and arcs of blue electricity danced between his knuckles. He pointed at a moving drone, and a jagged bolt of lightning struck it down instantly.

  After hours of grueling practice, the spaceship's engines hummed down to a lower vibration. They had arrived.

  "Stop," Dr. K announced, his voice booming over the intercom. "Hello, students. Our first destination is approaching: The Poor Planet."

  The viewports opened, and the students rushed to look. They saw a desolate, greyish-brown world floating in the dark. While many looked on with worry, Krishna stared at the planet with wide, excited eyes. He was more eager than anyone else to see what secrets it held.

  Dr. K noticed Krishna’s expression. "He is a very curious boy," Dr. K noted, a small smirk playing on his lips.