Aftermath of the Selection's End
Is this... a humanoid behemoth?
As he crossed the Natural Barrier, the fierce airflow sliced through his face, Mu Fan, with his indomitable spirit, etched this scene firmly into the hearts of countless people.
Boom!
His feet landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Mu Fan was half-squatting on the ground, slowly stood up and raised his head.
The mottled bloodstains on his face and those calm eyes startled Zhang Yuanren.
Who is this ruthless person?
He soon got the answer he wanted to know.
"Congratulations to Candidate No. 1578 for reaching the finish line in third place."
What!
It was him!
Zhang Yuanren never expected that Mu Fan, who came from the same test center, would be right behind him. Fate is indeed a very absurd thing.
As for Tatarick, he looked at Mu Fan with great interest, but Mu Fan glanced at the area indifferently and then lost interest, calmly walking towards the rest area.
Tatarick's silver-gray skin did not attract his attention at all.
With his eyes closed, Mu Fan leaned against a wooden stake.
He was carefully recalling the move "Gift of Liberation".
What kind of stimulation would cause the heart to suddenly beat at that terrifying frequency?
When that immense force, which was not originally his own, surged forth, why was he able to naturally use unfamiliar moves?
The images that resurface in my mind—are they related to my background?
All of this is something that Mu Fan, who is only 17 years old, needs to process carefully.
The top three have been decided!
When the three strongest candidates had reached the finish line, the candidate who was furthest away was still 100 kilometers away.
They even despaired and thought they should be eliminated.
However, as the crowd gathered, a gunfight soon broke out in the middle group where there were more people!
Two candidates who drew guns from the Mysterious Backpack chose to fire without hesitation in order to win. When the gunshots rang out, a large flock of birds nearby took flight.
The power of a gun attack was undeniable, but as the first two examinees were shot dead, the remaining people reacted simultaneously and began to quickly take cover.
When the distance exceeds ten meters, the power and accuracy of these miniature pistols are greatly reduced.
Moreover, these armed candidates were not professional firearms experts at all, and were quickly attacked and killed by the others who swarmed in.
The number of test takers began to decrease rapidly.
The middle echelon was extremely close to the Artificial Forest Zone, which was already within the range of high-altitude surveillance.
The military dispatched a rescue team after the firefight broke out among the crowd.
Three people died and four were seriously injured.
"Number of people remaining... 50!"
Exam over!
The last candidate was already prepared to be eliminated. This candidate came from a small agricultural planet, and getting this far had far exceeded his expectations.
But as a military-marked aircraft landed beside him, two soldiers appeared and told him, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the final competition."
So, the goddess of victory has always been one of our own!
The candidate burst into tears of joy, and in the end, two soldiers had to drag him into the aircraft.
Army Reserve Special Recruitment Finals -
The curtain falls!
The final selection was completed in such an unbelievable way.
After the fifty examinees boarded the armored vehicle, the news began to spread rapidly from the Rainforest located in the central part of the planet.
Compared to the fifty honored candidates, many people are paying attention to those who failed to be selected... and those who died.
"Quickly contact the unsuccessful candidates, those with longer competition periods. Do I need to tell you how much money to prepare?! Of course, the more the better. How much at most? Two million Star Coin, let's try to recruit five people." A newly promoted noble businessman was shouting at the Sky Communicator. Two million Star Coin was enough to make the people around him take notice, but he didn't expect that the old nobles who were waiting for information didn't even give him a second glance.
He's just a nouveau riche, a Country Bumpkin who'll never amount to anything.
"Contact the finalists, one million each. Sign them to five or ten-year contracts, with additional fees," a rather imposing middle-aged man instructed the butler beside him.
"Yes, sir."
Some people may appear to be dressed plainly, but only the truly upper class can recognize the meaning behind the hidden patterns on their chests.
Purple Frost Flower Badge!
The true nobility of the Zicui Star Purple Frost Flower Family, a symbol of their status, are the true direct descendants of the Violet Family from the Capital Star.
The man is now bowing and listening quietly to the instructions in the Sky Communicator.
"Level three to five clearance? Are there any requirements for the level of the mechs equipped?... Understood, sir."
After hanging up the Sky Communicator, the ordinary man who had been servile just a moment ago suddenly became dignified and imposing. With a snap of his fingers, several richly dressed young men quickly appeared beside him, all bowing their heads and waiting for orders.
"Communicate with those who were selected, and also with all the 120 eliminated candidates in the final round. Tell them that someone has offered a 50% raise for the entire Purple Frost Flower Family."
"Yes, ma'am."
What is true heritage? At this moment, the domineering presence of this aristocratic family is undeniably revealed.
The afternoon temperature was the hottest time of the day, but countless people were rushing about, and the high temperature did not affect their hurried pace at all.
If the transmission of intelligence is slowed down even by a fraction because of the high temperature, I'll lose my job.
For some candidates from impoverished backgrounds, information may take a long time to arrive, but organizations with considerable influence are often able to receive the news immediately.
"What, dead? What did the military say?" This was a small, second-rate trade fair.
This year, one of the key young men in their group, who is also a distant cousin of the group leader, took the exam.
"The military gave a sum of money as compensation, saying the body would be sent later... and that was it."
"What good is a sum of money to me when the person is dead! Get me a lawyer; I'm going to sue them. This is murder!"
"Chairman, the military also said that we should cooperate as much as possible, otherwise... they can't guarantee what might happen..."
"... Damn it!" Before he could say anything more, the middle-aged man finally gave up in despair.
Their chamber of commerce's future hope was extinguished by this inexplicable exam.
All hope was quietly extinguished.
Such things happen repeatedly on planets of varying sizes within a few light-years of each other, but for the truly ordinary test-takers, their families will likely not experience real suffering for several days to come!
The military's assertiveness and indifference, coupled with the overwhelming power of the state apparatus, rendered all resistance ineffective.
In a small nebula 5.7 light-years from Zicui Star, a heavy battleship with a rusty exterior is cruising at a constant speed, its surface adorned with a large, dark wolf's head emblem.
Unlike the common wolf head, the wolf in this mark has a tilted head, bared fangs, and even drool at the corners of its mouth.
These details are all vividly depicted in this pattern.
This is a vicious wolf pouncing on its prey!
This is a vicious wolf that is always on the verge of attack!
This is the infamous Wolf Raid Mercenary Group in the mercenary world!
This battleship is a privilege reserved for top mercenary groups, and it is the legendary warship that established the Wolf Raid Mercenary Group's formidable reputation in countless battles— the Sirius.
Inside the command center, a man suddenly rushed in and bowed his head behind a large chair.
The soft voice carried an inexplicable sadness:
"Commander, two blood-generating beings... are dead."
The rhythmic tapping on the handrail suddenly stopped.
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