Although he had only been a "military training instructor" for less than half a month, there were no fewer than a thousand newbies who had died at the hands of Battlefield Atmosphere Team.
The forums were filled with wails and lamentations, thoroughly cementing his reputation as a newbie killer.
All that was missing was an officially certified achievement from A Guang.
However, hunt eagles long enough, and one day one would peck out your eye. No matter how steadily a ship sailed, it could still capsize in a ditch.
Just as Veteran, disguised as a pangolin, finally completed the legend of "three thousand kills" and was praised as a god of war by the Triumph Daily, a crude shell falling from the sky finally brought him to justice...
After a deafening blast and the piercing busy signal that followed, he hastily disconnected.
By the time he logged back into the game, more than five hours had passed.
When Veteran awoke from his "coma," his eyes flew open so suddenly that he nearly scared the doctor stitching his wounds into having a fit.
Seeing the bandage-wrapped pangolin suddenly open his eyes, the nurses standing beside the bed were all stunned and began whispering among themselves.
"...My God, he woke up from that."
"Doctor Rett said there were at least twelve fragments inside him. Those savages' bomb landed less than twenty meters away from him!"
"Is this an Awakener?"
"It has to be... I heard Awakeners have physical abilities far beyond ordinary people's. A normal person would definitely have died on the spot."
"But awakening isn't entirely a good thing. I heard Awakeners have difficulty producing offspring."
A quiet-looking nurse suddenly blushed.
"Isn't that a good thing..."
Her colleagues all looked at her in surprise. She probably felt embarrassed too, and hurried