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After driving Saint Raiser away in anger, Li Qinwu inserted the USB drive into his Power Armor and used the visor inside his helmet to review the information.
The USB drive detailed the Broken-Winged Angel Chapter's process for selecting recruits.
Step one: make one hundred children fight to the death and select the last survivor.
Step two: gather ten such children together for brutal physical training.
Step three: find the nearest world, throw those ten children into the Lower Hive, and have them hunt gang leaders, Xenos aliens, and heretical cults.
Generally speaking, few children survived step three. It was even common for all ten children to die the moment they were thrown into the battlefield.
In short, it came down to the same old reason: Gene-seed was too scarce and too precious, while every planet had hundreds of millions of children available as potential recruits.
So they had to pick only the best of the best, deliberately creating this grueling test system to make the children compete under extreme pressure.
With just these three recruit-selection stages, unless a kid was genuinely born with some extraordinary talent, what fucking ten-year-old could survive?
Li Qinwu pulled out the USB drive, crushed it in his hand, and tossed it away. Tomorrow was Children's Day. He would never allow such an inhumane trial to be carried out on his turf.
He looked at the bewildered children before him and said with a smile, "Kids, come with Uncle Old Fart Li. Uncle Old Fart Li will take you somewhere fun~"
Afterward, Li Qinwu took the hundred little brats to Father Anthony for genetic testing.
The main purpose was to see whether they had hereditary illnesses, genetic disorders, or any other