Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 242: Learning About The Concordat

Finally alone in peace, Adrian walked forward to check out the next and only other room in the house.

"It’s decent at least."

Those were the words in Adrian’s mind as he stood inside the room. It came with a slightly large bed — more like a slab of padded metal than anything luxurious — and a section that served as a wardrobe, essentially a recessed alcove in the wall with a few hooks and shelves for storage.

The ventilation slits were the only other feature, letting in faint breeze that was surprisingly sufficient.

But on the bright side, it was large. Far more than he expected; easily twenty feet by fifteen, with high ceilings that gave it an unexpected sense of openness despite the utilitarian design. It felt almost generous.

Adrian didn’t think twice before taking the ugly bed away from the room. With a casual wave of his hand, he accessed his [Inventory] where it would sit unused until he decided otherwise.

In its place, he materialized four individual, well-made beds from his reserves.

He arranged them in a neat row along one wall, leaving ample space in the center.

The room still had enough space to fit in a table and chair he’ll use most of the time. Adrian summoned those next. He positioned them near the opposite wall, facing the wardrobe alcove, creating a makeshift workstation that felt more like home than the rest of this metallic box.

"Just perfect," Adrian muttered to himself after making the room more suited for stay. His mind didn’t cross adding some decorations and extras; functionality was key right now, not aesthetics.

He made a beeline to the desk and placed the pad on it. There were no buttons on it, so Adrian could only try long-pressing the screen with his thumb to unlock it, and that worked perfectly as it lighted up with letters.

A soft glow emanated from the display.

<Fingerprint Recognized>

<New User Designated: Adrian Sparkborn>

<Race: Human>

<Class: Tier-0 Citizen>

<Credits: 100>

<INFO> <HOME>

Adrian’s brow furrowed slightly at the designations. "Tier-0 Citizen" sounded like the bottom rung of some cosmic ladder.

His 100 credits stared back at him, but without context, it meant nothing. He was curious about most of what he saw, but he still ended up clicking the <INFO> tag first.

Knowledge was power, and in this unknown realm, he needed every edge.

The screen shifted seamlessly, revealing several categories within the <INFO> section: "Galactic Concordat Overview," "Citizen Rights and Duties," "Economic Systems," "Sector Guidelines," and more.

There was even a search tool ready for queries at the top. But Adrian didn’t need any to start from.

A glowing notification was already hovering in his view, superimposed over the categories.

[Assimilate <INFO>?]

[Yes/No]

’Right away,’ Adrian thought, selecting [Yes] without hesitation.

A torrent of information flooded Adrian’s mind, like usual. It wasn’t painful, and it only took a few seconds.

When it was over, Adrian leaned back in his chair. He now had a complete knowledge of everything in the <INFO> database, and he was even more impressed by this new reality.

The sheer scale of it all dwarfed anything he’d imagined.

’So this is the Galactic Concordat,’ Adrian mused internally, piecing together the historical threads first.

From what he’d assimilated, the Concordat was an ancient interstellar alliance, a federation of civilizations spanning countless star systems and galaxies.

It had been founded millions of years by some estimates, by a coalition of advanced races seeking mutual protection and prosperity after a cataclysmic war known as the Void Schism, where reality itself had nearly unraveled due to unchecked dimensional experimentation.

But the key detail that stood out was their own arrival.

’We are the first civilization to join the Concordat since the Key was lost, which was thousands of years ago.’

Adrian felt some pride; his actions had not only saved his people but thrust them onto the galactic stage.

At the helm of this vast entity was the Galactic Council, the supreme governing body. ’They maintain law and order across the Concordat,’ Adrian reflected, recalling the details.

Composed of representatives from the core founding races, the Council operated from the Heart, a special system at the center of it all.

Their roles extended beyond mere governance; they oversaw resource allocation, resolved inter-civilization disputes, regulated technologies, and coordinated defenses against external threats.

In essence, they were the Concordat’s brain and shield, ensuring harmony in a universe teeming with potential chaos.

As for living conditions, the assimilation painted a stark picture.

’We’re in the slums,’ Adrian thought grimly, ’which, as its name suggests, is basically the slums.’

Designated as the "Outer Periphery Sectors," these were zones for new or probationary civilizations, designed to acclimate them without disrupting the core.

They didn’t get access to the best quirks, and had a more limited lifestyle compared to civilizations in the heartland.

Heartland dwellers enjoyed the best. In contrast, the slums offered basic sustenance to "build character" and prove worthiness. It was a trial by by deprivation.

But on the bright side, Adrian had learned that they were not alone in the slums. The slums had two divisions, spread across two planets that shared a single star.

Adrian and his people were designated to Slum II, along with five other civilizations. Slum I, on the other hand, housed just three.

He learned that the barrier he had encountered wasn’t actually a defensive barrier but a ’bubble’ that served as a boundary.

’If I wished, I could cross it and head out to other regions,’ Adrian pondered. That flexibility intrigued him. Exploration was possible.

Fighting was forbidden in the Slums and only official supervised fights could be permitted. So that meant that they didn’t face much threat over there.

It fostered cooperation, or at least uneasy truces, among the slum dwellers. Adrian appreciated that; it gave his people breathing room to adapt without immediate predation.

But the world outside the Slums was another story. With cosmic monsters and crafty aliens.

The Concordat was meant to be a paradise from everything Adrian read. Yet he knew it couldn’t be that simple. There had to be more.

’We still have hope to advance from the Slums,’ Adrian reminded himself, clinging to that thread.

The criteria were clear yet vague: attain a "certain level of power" as a civilization. The exact thresholds were not classified, leaving him curious to how far they had to do.

But all those weren’t what Adrian had in mind, as his primary goal right now was survival. Sure, he wanted to build a strong civilization.

A crazy part of him even wanted to own the world. But for now, he had to ground himself. Fantasies were distractions; reality demanded pragmatism.

They needed food and basic needs. He had 100 credits in his wallet, and the knowledge hadn’t provided him with their worth. Only only that credits were the universal currency. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

They could buy anything from sustenance packs to starships, with exchange rates fluctuating based on scarcity and demand. 100 might be pocket change or a fortune; he’d find out soon.

What it had made him know was that there was a mall. A mall for every civilization in Slum. That was where one acquired their necessities, sundries, and most importantly, food.

They also offered tools, information kiosks, and enhancements, all purchasable with credits earned through labor quotas, challenges, or trades.

Adrian closed the pad and threw it into his [Inventory].

’Let’s check out this mall.’