Dawn Year 93.
Star City West Supply Zone.
Mo Yu stood bare-chested before a full-length mirror, studying his reflection.
Five years had passed since graduation, and the person in the mirror had changed far too much from before.
His fair skin had turned bronze after being tempered by the battlefield, and it bore many scars. The most conspicuous was a wound stretching from his left chest to his right chest, one that had nearly claimed his life.
Leaving the bedroom, Mo Yu walked to the wall in the living room.
It was covered in Medals of Honor.
As his hand brushed over the heavy medals one by one, stories behind each of them surfaced in Mo Yu's mind, and a smile appeared on his face.
His five years on the front lines felt like a dream.
After graduating from Dawn Academy, under their class monitor Wang Long's leadership, they had registered and formed the "Pre-God of War Squad" in the Star City West Supply Zone.
The squad's name was incredibly childish, yet it also represented their ambition.
They did not merely want to become one of the future top ten squads. They wanted to become the future Gods of War of humanity.
But when they had first arrived at the front lines, they had been nothing more than a group of greenhorns. They had passion to spare, but everything they knew about the front lines had come from the internet and academy teachers. Only after truly experiencing it did they understand that the front lines were far crueler than they had imagined.
When friends who had been by his side day and night fell before him, Mo Yu understood for the first time what parting through life and death truly felt like.
It was not the heart-wrenching despair he had