The first three days and the first half-month of survival training on Hell Island were the hardest to endure.
With no experience or information to rely on, everyone spent the first three days feeling their way through the unknown. Deaths and serious injuries were concentrated during that period. Going three days without a drop of water was the absolute limit for maintaining combat strength. Those who endured it proved they were qualified to survive on this island.
But... merely qualified.
How could inexperienced sprouts compete with the beasts that had lived here for generations?
They still struggled. Food was scarce, fresh water was limited, and wild beasts launched ambushes. To survive, they had to keep their nerves taut at every moment! But remaining tense without respite placed enormous pressure on both body and mind!
Under such conditions, fifteen days became the dividing line!
When the first injured person returned, pulling back the curtain on the withdrawals, more and more people gradually came back. Some were too badly wounded to hold on any longer on the island; others suffered mental breakdowns and cried themselves unconscious after returning to the camp. But regardless of the reason, it did not change the fact that they had been eliminated.
However...
"Only five... That's unexpectedly few!"
Watching the withdrawn recruits gradually calm down under the soldiers' care, Momonga stroked the hilt of his sword. "Could this batch of brats break the record?!"
According to past experience, Hell Island's special training had an elimination rate as high as sixty percent!
Of those, twenty percent died unexpectedly, while forty percent gradually withdrew as time passed. The fifteenth day in particular was when the recruits' minds and bodies reached their limits. Fifty percent of all withdrawals would return today, yet looking at things now...
Momonga opened the file