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Freyr was well aware that his current physique was not suitable for the violent activation of the Gene Chain.
The result was a slight sensation of dizziness, a phenomenon that indicated the Gene Chain could not be sustained.
Long Xingchen crossed his arms and explained the effects of the Gene Chain with righteous fervor, as he stated:
"The Gene Chain is divided into six forms. The first form, the primary stage of the Gene Chain, is Wildness; the second stage enhances abilities through Fury; the third stage is the eruption of wisdom in the realm of Splendor; the fourth stage is the transformation in the realm of Spirit; the fifth stage is Alaya Consciousness in the mid-to-high level; and the sixth stage is the final stage at a high level, known as Holy Relic Territory. However, without a doubt, no one has reached this highest level yet; to date, no one has achieved that ultimate height."
"Thus, most Gene-Enhanced Humans are stuck at the transformation stage. Your issue lies not in the difficulty of cultivation but rather in a lack of nutrients. The physique of a Gene-Enhanced Human is inherently different from that of ordinary people; their consumption rate is three times or even more than that of an average person. Naturally, their diet must consist of enhanced nutritional meals. Therefore, my solution for you is to change your diet from carbohydrates to three pounds of beef, and increase your intake of vegetables and salads as well. Additionally, you will need specially formulated drinks to ensure you receive adequate nutrients all at once. Given your unique physique as a Gene-Enhanced Human, it would be best to prepare thoroughly."
Long Xingchen's explanation was thorough. At that moment, Freyr listened carefully and suddenly felt something was amiss. He realized:
It was wartime, with chaos everywhere. The area occupied by a shelter was merely an inland region. In places where the population surged dramatically, ordinary civilians consumed food in large quantities. Moreover, although new hybrid rice varieties developed by experts had prevented starvation for hundreds of thousands, and biologists had genetically engineered cattle to grow six healthy legs to increase beef output, this did not alleviate the population's demand for food. It was evident that beef during this era was considered military rations—only a select few citizens, very wealthy civilians, and soldiers heading to battle were qualified to consume it. Even then, their consumption was strictly regulated.
There had even been instances of cannibalism in many areas before the Joint Defense Force intervened and suppressed it. To consume three pounds of beef in one meal meant that a single Gene-Enhanced Human's dietary needs could equate to that of an entire district in a remote suburb.
"This is an astonishing figure, and clearly no one can meet such consumption."
Long Xingchen saw through Freyr's thoughts and smiled indifferently; his smile remained cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Even so, isn't your method merely theoretical? My shortcomings here are akin to those of a cancer patient who has been abandoned for treatment."
Freyr shook his head helplessly after hearing those words, clearly feeling like a substandard product.
"So you have great potential, and this potential is precisely what Ice Dust Team seeks in recruits."
Long Xingchen stated matter-of-factly. Suddenly, Freyr felt a glimmer of hope before him; perhaps there was still a chance.
Ice Dust Team needed a qualified teammate. Although Freyr's potential wasn't the best, he possessed an indomitable spirit that aligned with Long Xingchen's perspective. Even if he faced arduous training or ended up sitting on the sidelines later on, it would still be valuable experience for him.
Freyr was indeed a good team member; among all the newcomers who had joined so far, his mental resilience suited Ice Dust Team's atmosphere perfectly.
Long Xingchen hesitated for a moment before turning to Freya and saying flatly, "Freya, please process this man's application to join our team."
Freya thought Long Xingchen was going to lecture her again. After becoming manager over these past few years, she had grown weary of his speeches. As she opened her mouth to respond, she found herself struggling internally. However, contrary to her expectations, things took an unexpected turn. A look of surprise crossed Freya's face as her hesitation transformed into excitement. She patted Freyr on the shoulder and said, "Leave it to me! No problem at all! Don't worry about it, Captain."
"That's good then. I'll go back to my room and tidy up the environment of Cambrian Hall," Long Xingchen nodded silently and quickly turned to head towards Cambrian Hall.
After a while, Freya finally processed what had just been said. Struggling internally for a moment, she smiled and said, "Alright, I'll handle your team application!"
"Is that all it takes?"
Freyr was also experiencing this situation for the first time. Compared to his past experiences in school clubs or on the battlefield, he had always been alone when going out or eating. It wasn't that he preferred solitude; rather, he simply had no social connections. It seemed as if he carried the sorrow of loneliness within him, with those who cherished and cared for him gradually leaving his side. Over time, he earned an unflattering nickname: "The Lonely Reaper."
It was said that anyone who cared for the Reaper would be dragged into the abyss of death. Thus, his life consisted solely of himself—no companions. His wife and son had been killed before the war fully erupted.
Now faced with the unexpected benefit of confronting this situation, he hesitated about whether to join the Ice Dust Team.
Suddenly, a girl with curly hair smiled and patted him on the shoulder, extending a piece of paper towards him. In a daze, Freyr seemed to return to reality, politely accepting the paper with both hands and carefully flipping through it. As he glanced at the rules written on it, confusion returned to his eyes.
It wasn't that he disliked the atmosphere of the Ice Dust Team; it was just that he bore a cursed fate and didn't want to drag these people into a mire of death. Those he had cherished and cared for—everything he wished to protect with his life—had ultimately perished along the path of fate.
Among those people, there were some familiar faces intertwined with destiny. He had never met anyone from the Ice Dust Team before; he could rely on his own strength to train anew. His current abilities were significantly higher than his starting point in his past life, allowing him to build a solid foundation based on previous experiences.
"I've seen many teams; they all tend to exclude others to some extent. For someone like me who lacks the power to protect others, can I really bear the heavy responsibilities of a team?"
Freyr murmured to himself, but Freya couldn't quite understand.
"Huh?" Freya scoffed dismissively. "I think you might be mistaken. We don't need anyone to take responsibility for losing championships. Last year we only placed third; this time, Ice Dust Team just wants to win a championship. On the field, no one is solely responsible for the team’s success or failure. We are a team; we share responsibilities together. Even if we end up not winning again, we are still a team. No one wants to put excessive pressure on each other. In other words, if a team needs one strong member to bear all the heavy responsibilities, then what’s the point of having that team? That would just be a single-core team; everyone in Ice Dust Team is a core player."
Freyr stood there in shock, unsure of how to respond.
In summary, as he processed Freya's words, it seemed he was freed from the oppressive sense of responsibility that had weighed on him from his past.
What was done was done; there was no need for him to chase after shadows of the past.
For him now, every step into the future was a new beginning.
Freyr took a deep breath, feeling relieved as he said, "Alright then, I understand now. Can I borrow a pen?"
Freya nodded and handed him a ballpoint pen. Freyr took it and wrote down his name on the paper before handing it back.
Freya glanced over the signature and pinched a ring on her index finger lightly. A package fell out from inside it—a plastic bag containing a white top and shorts in an athletic style. Freyr glanced at the sportswear on the ground and speculated that it might be the uniform for Ice Dust Team.
"The Ice Dust Team uniforms need to be at Cambrian Hall by five in the morning. The coach will be there!" Freya stood tall, a signature smile appearing on her lips, leaving it unclear whether it was mocking or simply playful.
Indeed, it was the team uniform. Freyr picked up the plastic bag and tucked it under his arm. When he caught a glimpse of her eyes, a chill ran through him. All he could do was nod; he knew the path ahead would be anything but ordinary.
After their exchange, they parted ways. Freyr organized his belongings, taking only the backpack he had used during military training as he left the campus.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to exit the school gates, he spotted a figure standing outside—a girl dressed in a nurse's outfit, radiating an aura of purity and grace. Although Freyr had improved his ability to handle interactions with girls, he couldn't help but steal a glance.
Little did he know that this single look would lead him into trouble and send a shiver down his spine.
At that moment, the girl turned around, and in less than a blink, Freyr recognized her as Su Qian, the wife of the person who took care of his son at home. Her attire made her look like a nurse, and while it was one thing for her to wear such clothing playfully, standing at the school gate drew attention from Gatekeeper Uncle, who called out:
"Ah, young lady! So this is the boy you like? You've come to the right place; he's quite the star at school now!"
Freya felt a surge of emotions as Gatekeeper Uncle fanned the flames. Su Qian smiled back at him, her laughter reminiscent of flowers blooming in spring.
Yet behind that smile lay secrets that were far from innocent.
Freya trembled slightly but quickly masked it with a flattering expression as he approached her. "Wife, why are you dressed like this? Come on, let's head back and..."
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