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The extraordinary atmosphere of academic spirit could be sensed even from the entrance of the university. At that moment, Freyr was already inside the campus, greeted warmly by everyone around him. Even the old man at the door praised him as a promising young man who would surely become a renowned general in the future. Not a general, though; he was just an ordinary officer, but that was enough for him to enjoy a life of glory, living among the common folk in the ruins of a post-apocalyptic world.
The high hat he wore felt heavy on his head, yet he remained indifferent to it.
Freyr had lived for 44 years, and this time he entered university not as an instructor but as a teenager once again, ready to spend his days in boredom. After all, the wheel of fate would eventually lead him back to that disastrous war, and he could continue living as he always had—being a scoundrel, clinging to girls, and arranging casual encounters with cash.
Now, he was reborn Freyr, and there was no way to return to the past. Although he was unaware of the damage this new body had suffered—having consumed too many harmful drinks and indulged in too many flings—he knew that recovering his former strength would take time.
Fortunately, the knowledge in his mind remained intact. The skills he had developed over the years were still there, and his physical abilities were catching up. The techniques he had learned began to awaken within him. Freyr had put considerable effort into training his body.
His previous pest control endeavors had started at Noah Nannoiton University. Although he had been quite a troublemaker during his first few years there and hadn’t left a good impression on students or teachers alike, his family connections and sheer luck had allowed him to become the savior of Noah's Sanctuary.
Recently, when he turned five years old again and attended a class reunion at the university, many remarked on how much he had changed. Especially when they learned of his identity, even teachers often teased him about their earnest teachings from years past. Hearing this made him feel somewhat uneasy; inside, he thought, "I was notorious for being a troublemaker back then. You all hated me so much you wanted me to fail; now that you know I’m the one protecting you, you come running to me with those longing looks? I’m not buying it."
Seeing that there was still time before anything else happened, Freyr decided to head to the playground and pulled out some warm breakfast from his bag to nibble on slowly.
Sitting on the coach's chair in the playground, enjoying the cool breeze while squinting his eyes in relaxation, he reflected on his decades of military life under harsh conditions and the extravagant lifestyle he had left behind. A sense of melancholy washed over him as he realized hope and miracles had slipped through his fingers; fate’s wheel had brought him back only to lead him once more into battle against Heart of Zerg.
Would he get another chance to start over?
Freyr hesitated for a moment before quickly standing up again. He bent down, placing his hands on the ground while keeping his feet elevated on the chair, performing standard push-ups—one after another—until he reached ten, at which point his arms began to tremble.
Taking a deep breath and smiling lightly, Freyr stood up again and glanced at the now slightly brightening sky.
Yet no matter how tough it got, he knew he had to keep moving forward. After running a few kilometers, fatigue set in; perhaps it was due to having exhausted too much energy earlier. He hesitated for a moment before starting Recovery Training with squats.
Doing them in sets of one hundred, by the time he completed one hundred squats, his legs felt utterly drained. He simply knelt down on the ground, breathing heavily while a hint of sadness lingered in his eyes.
"Don't worry, the heavens will not give up on you. As long as you persevere, you can build muscles like mine."
A deep voice echoed, and Freyr took a deep breath, looking up. At first glance, it was a resolute square face with two strong eyebrows that furrowed together when he spoke, exuding a typical aura of authority without anger. However, when he was silent, his buzz cut gave him an oddly amusing appearance—wasn't he just a silly fool?
Despite his thoughts wandering, Freyr quickly searched his memory for this person's identity and soon recalled him. His name was Xiong Tai, and many called him the Black Diamond. This nickname came from the fact that his skin had darkened to a charcoal black due to poor skincare and excessive sun exposure. He had died in a defense mission against an Zerg invasion. At that time, Freyr was still a maintenance worker in the Mecha Unit; he wasn't even close to being a pilot.
Xiong Tai was his classmate and had once stood up for female classmates by beating him up for bullying them. However, it didn't matter much because Freyr received a punishment for it; he could only attend classes and leave on time to avoid encountering the school bullies.
Whenever he saw bad behavior that he couldn't tolerate, he would confront it directly—he was known as a big guy who upheld justice.
However, Xiong Tai's physical fitness was impressive compared to ordinary people; taking on five opponents at once was no problem for him. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side, and his body was never recovered—most likely devoured by insects. From then on, he became one of the many expendable characters in Freyr's life.
When Freyr saw Xiong Tai again, he felt a bit awkward. He often recalled how Xiong Tai had beaten him up back in school, which had caused him quite a bit of embarrassment. In fact, stories about that incident were still carved into the school benches.
But that was all ancient history now. Xiong Tai still treated him as an equal and spent half an hour listing the benefits of exercising. Freyr felt frustrated and thought to himself, "My workout time is being wasted by this stupid giant."
Though he thought this internally, his face displayed disbelief as he cheerfully complimented him, "I didn't expect you to be so good at exercising, senior! I guess I can join you for some training."
"Senior? I'm not really a senior," Xiong Tai said with an awkward laugh while rubbing his forehead. "Even though I look older, I'm only 17! Are you kidding me?"
Freyr felt like he'd been struck by lightning but secretly delighted—this guy was actually younger than him.
A few seconds later, he realized something wasn't right; Xiong Tai was clearly here to educate him. Wasn't that mixing up their ranks? He quickly corrected himself: "Oh, sorry! I misspoke. I see you're strong and have the aura of a king; you'll definitely be a general charging into battle in the future. Let's keep in touch!"
"Hahaha! Good! We're destined to be brothers now! I'm Xiong Tai; we're classmates. You can come find me every morning for training. If you run into trouble, come to me too—we'll make sure that bastard doesn't get away with it!" Xiong Tai said proudly while thumping his chest and pretending to grab someone by the neck with one fist raised as if ready to punch them—a comical display of someone who would beat you up every time they saw you.
Freyr glanced at the other person and thought to himself, this fool is really acting up.
Scratching his head, Freyr responded gracefully, "I am Freyr. From now on, we are brothers. I look forward to your guidance. I hope to build a physique like yours." Of course, it was impossible for him to have a body exactly like that, but he was determined to become strong enough to easily crush a mech with his bare hands in the future.
"Hahaha! You're too much! My brother, training is just like exercising; it requires harmony between the waist and legs. Otherwise, you'll injure yourself and achieve nothing. Let me teach you a quick method to strengthen your body right now."
After introducing himself, Xiong Tai happily grabbed Freyr's hand and led him toward the center of the training ground.
Time passed slowly, and during this period, Freyr didn't waste his time. He learned authentic Qi Gong techniques, which simply put meant harnessing energy within himself. While it didn’t contribute much to practical combat, it was a useful skill for him at this stage, allowing him to temporarily tap into some extra stamina.
Despite this, it was already morning; the sun hung high in the sky, and the mist over the training ground had dissipated significantly.
He looked down at his watch and was suddenly alarmed—8:45. The university's opening ceremony was at 9:00. Missing it would lead to trouble with teachers, the principal, and classmates alike.
"The time is almost up! If we miss the opening ceremony, it will be quite troublesome. The teachers won't look kindly on you for the next four years," Freyr said while showing Xiong Tai the numbers on his watch.
Xiong Tai laughed heartily and slapped Freyr's shoulder with enthusiasm. "Hahaha! You're right! We've been chatting for so long that I lost track of time. Let's go to the auditorium!"
Freyr felt a bit embarrassed as he was pulled along by Xiong Tai toward the auditorium. If outsiders saw them like this, they might think there was something inappropriate between them. Although he had long stopped caring about appearances, being seen like this—especially by other men—still made his face involuntarily flush.
Everyone has their moments of shame, and after more than twenty years of war experience, his skin had grown thick beyond measure. However, there were still some uncomfortable memories regarding close interactions between men.
Thinking of this, he broke free from Xiong Tai's grip and walked ahead while saying, "Let’s move faster; we need to hurry."
"Ah, you're right!" Xiong Tai chuckled in agreement.
The two walked for a few minutes and soon arrived at the grand hall. If memory served correctly, Xiong Tai followed Freyr closely, taking a direct route as if returning home. They quickly came upon a distinctive room, where an electronic screen outside continuously displayed welcoming messages for new students.
Upon entering the grand hall, they found it nearly filled with people—just over fifty in total. It wasn't the number that mattered but the quality; these noble students naturally looked down upon the newcomers, especially at the foolish one standing next to Freyr.
Freyr shrank his head slightly and moved to a spot by the window. This area allowed him to lean against the wall and relax a bit. He could either wait for the professors to take the stage or enjoy the view outside—both options were appealing.
Xiong Tai had no strong opinions and simply followed along, standing behind Freyr. Some students stood proudly, while others sat cross-legged on the floor, joking around. However, they all wore formal uniforms: girls in sailor suits and boys in black suits labeled Elite Scholar. With glasses and a bit of hair gel, they resembled young professionals trying to make their way in society.
"Ah, we didn't wear uniforms; will we get called out?" Xiong Tai exclaimed, noticing how everyone else was dressed alike. He and Freyr stood out in their casual attire, clearly looking like they had just come from some outdoor fun. The scent of sweat clung to them, making it obvious to others that they had only just remembered to attend the ceremony.
The enrollment ceremony was meant to welcome students and remind them of the rarity of attending such a school. However, to Freyr, the school was insignificant—a mere stepping stone. After four years of oppression, graduation would only lead them all in different directions.
As for Freyr's past at school, he had been quite the charmer but later became a savior of the city. Teachers fondly recalled their strictness with him as if they had played a crucial role in his success.
During the ceremony, a group of old professors spoke passionately while holding onto Mike as if he were their lifeline. Their words flowed freely, and while students initially tried to listen attentively, discomfort soon set in as necks grew stiff and legs tired. Eventually, no one could remember much of what was said.
As time passed under the professors' speeches, it slowly approached one o'clock.
Outside, there seemed to be some commotion as four soldiers arrived in a classic jeep. An old officer wearing sunglasses approached the building. When he removed his glasses, it revealed that he had lost his right eye and replaced it with a white pearl—a sight that was truly terrifying.
The female students below felt a twinge of fear at this officer's appearance; he noticed their reactions and smiled slightly.
Seeing the four soldiers revived Freyr's spirits somewhat.
In his past life, Freyr remembered this officer commanding effectively during battles against the Zerg, particularly during the Thousand-Legged Battle. Fang Ming was still an officer now; ten years later, he would achieve the rank of General and be known as the General of Hundred Victories—the only general to die peacefully on the battlefield.
He was an Old Hero, a general known for his bravery and skill on the battlefield in the future.
"Hello, students! Hello, Professors!"
"Now, you have three minutes. Remember, only three minutes. Take off your clothes and change into the gear prepared for you. Two weeks of intense training starts now!"
The students were momentarily stunned. At that moment, Instructor Fang pulled out an old digital watch, keeping a close eye on it while glancing at the students with a smile. "Anyone who exceeds the time will face severe punishment."
The students began to stir restlessly, quickly rushing toward the door, with some getting stuck in the crowd at the entrance.
Freyr was relatively quick; standing by the window, he was the first to dash outside.
He pulled down the curtain of the Jeep and grabbed a suitable Camouflage Uniform from inside. Freyr didn’t even take a minute; he quickly put on the uniform while the other students struggled to remove their school uniforms, their buttons tightly fastened, which took them quite some time.
In less than a minute, he finished changing and ran back to the auditorium, standing at attention in military posture.
Instructor Fang glanced at him, a look of appreciation in his eyes.
After a while, students began to rush back in one after another. Some were running while putting on their clothes as they entered, looking like a disorganized mob. The last one to enter was a quiet girl.
Then they heard Instructor Fang snort coldly, scanning the crowd below before flipping over his digital watch to reveal the numbers displayed on it.
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