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The intense and heated match came to an end with the sound of the whistle, and the score was finalized.
The Ice Dust Team advanced to the finals, while the Blue Poison Tyrannosaurus Team's Age of Kings became a thing of the past.
The next day, the finals opponent faced off against the victorious Storm Team. The Storm Team launched a series of relentless assaults, resulting in a significant score gap by halftime. In the second half, they showed little interest in defense. Even though Freyr repeatedly broke into the penalty area to score, it could not close the vast gap created by their earlier performance. The stamina of both the defensive and offensive units had already collapsed, leading to a situation where having players was better than not. The Ice Dust Team, suffering from exhaustion both physically and mentally, ended up as runners-up in that year's Season Cup Tournament.
After the Season Cup Tournament concluded, Long Xingchen happily embarked on his military career. Meanwhile, efforts were being made to catch up on three years' worth of missed lessons, leaving little time for training. The Ice Dust Team recruited several talented new members before the start of the new season in its second year. Freyr became the captain of the Ice Dust Team, demonstrating undeniable leadership abilities that overshadowed everyone else. Adams, who had previously had a strained relationship with him during the team's early days, became a good friend and was appointed as vice-captain.
Initially, there was no need for a vice-captain position since it was merely a ceremonial role. However, Freyr found himself overwhelmed with responsibilities, so they divided the team's tasks: Freyr managed tactics and training arrangements while Adams assisted with minor tasks and locker room matters.
Through their sincere cooperation, the Ice Dust Team reached the finals for two consecutive years and secured their first championship in the Summer Cup during their third year. They navigated through three years of intense and stimulating academic life during the Season Cup Tournament, achieving a GPA of three A's in their cultural subjects.
The college professors awarded him the title of Assistant Professor, but Freyr ultimately declined further opportunities for advanced studies.
Three years later, he graduated from university.
At the entrance of Mountain Villa, a green military vehicle suddenly stopped at this unique villa's gate. The curtain behind it was drawn back, and a group of agile soldiers jumped out of the vehicle.
The guard widened his eyes as he watched a leading officer approach him and salute deeply. The guard's mouth twitched slightly before he suddenly said, "I don't know what this is about, but we are law-abiding citizens."
"I understand, but we are not here to arrest you. The owner of this house has reached military service age; our unit sent us to hand over some matters to him," said the officer cautiously as he took out a sealed document from his bag.
"This is a letter of commitment; I’m not sure about the specifics. You’ll need to contact the owner," replied the guard slowly while glancing at the officer. The officer maintained a friendly smile and nodded in response.
The guard went into his office and made a phone call. After waiting for some time, someone emerged from inside the villa.
"Shall we go inside to talk?" Freyr smiled as he stepped out to greet the officer.
"No need; I just need to hand over some matters directly to you. You, Freyr, have graduated from university and have reached military service age. Your recommendation letter expressed your desire to serve on the front lines. Young man, the Joint Defense Force welcomes you and hopes that someone as knowledgeable as you can bring a fresh perspective to our unit."
Freyr nodded thoughtfully after listening, realizing that his rebirth had brought him new ideas. If he entered the Mecha Unit, he might qualify for a personal mech within two to three years. His skills in piloting were solid, and he wouldn't need to undergo the three years of training required for qualification exams. It seemed a waste of time to prepare for an exam that he could easily pass.
Aside from the Mecha Unit, there were other ways to obtain mechs.
After a moment's hesitation, Freyr smiled and said, "Yes, that's right. I am willing to join the front lines."
The officer nodded in response, letting out a slow breath as he assessed Freyr from head to toe. "Hmm, young man, you are truly impressive. However, based on your results and medical examination, you may become an excellent soldier. But just being a soldier might not be enough; we currently have no shortage of tools. I have a suggestion for you."
At this point, Freyr was already past the age for military service. Although he had surpassed that age, he still held onto some unresolved feelings—his warrior spirit burned fiercely within him. He could not forget that everything on the battlefield could unfold unexpectedly; he knew that a turning point was approaching.
But those who served in the military remained unaware. They still believed that relying on their own defenses could create space for humanity to continue. Yet humans were fundamentally on the defensive side; even the strongest shields could crumble. The Zerg continued to conquer shelter after shelter with ease, while human engineers struggled to keep up with the pace of destruction.
Freyr understood that in just over a decade, they would enter the Dark Age. During that era, the metal deposits in inland areas would no longer be sustainable. Even the highly efficient recycling of Nano Metal Material was nearing exhaustion. Consequently, humanity began sending troops beyond their shelters to mine resources, taking immense risks due to not only the rampant Zerg surrounding them but also other hostile forces.
Over the past four years, while receiving a university education, Freyr had not neglected his training. His rigorous practice had significantly enhanced his physical abilities; even seasoned soldiers might not match him in combat. His weapon of choice was dual swords, and he had built upon his foundational swordsmanship by incorporating advanced techniques like Divine Thought Flow.
He could now wield swords smoothly with both hands, a remarkable improvement over four years that brought his left-hand swordsmanship nearly on par with his right. Previously, his left hand could only perform basic blocking but often faltered under pressure; now it moved fluidly as if it were an extension of himself—cutting through the bonds of fate. He channeled all his past grievances and obsessions into his training, shaping himself into who he was.
After speaking closely with Freyr, the officer waved his hand for nearby soldiers to quickly board their vehicle. Clearly, their purpose was not to take him away but rather to visit various residences as guests; once they completed their tasks, they would leave without a trace of dust on their sleeves.
Once the soldiers departed, Freyr returned to his room to prepare some personal items and grabbed a suitcase before heading out. He had taken the officer's suggestion seriously; it was important and could serve as a turning point in his life.
He took a vehicle toward the municipal center in the inland region.
At the Noah United Defense Provisional Government's recruitment office, Freyr followed the location mentioned by the officer and found himself at this noteworthy place. A long line had formed outside the recruitment office; after waiting half an hour at the end of a queue stretching nearly five meters long, it was finally his turn.
At the counter inside the recruitment office stood a muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes marked with a red cross on his left arm. The burly officer squinted as he carefully compared Freyr's photo with his current appearance—clearly different due to the passage of time. One photo showed him at eighteen years old, youthful and fresh-faced; while another depicted him with stubble on his face as he filled out his registration form. Now standing tall at nearly six feet three inches, he had grown into quite an imposing figure.
“Hey, young man, this doesn't look like you. Is this really you? Don't use a photo of your illegitimate child as a substitute,” the man said.
“Uh, this is me. Take a good look,” Freyr replied irritably.
“Hmm, fine, this is definitely you. Back then, you looked so delicate and tender, quite different from now,” the man continued. “Alright, another newcomer. Which section do you want to be assigned to?”
“Mobile Unit,” Freyr stated.
The man looked up into Freyr's eyes and then said, “Oh, good luck. That's a place for cultivating real men. I hope you won't cry from the brutal training; I'll give you another chance to choose.”
Freyr coldly glanced at him and then pushed the Report Form back unchanged. “Mobile Unit. And I won't cry; I'm not a coward.”
“Oh, don't take it personally; I was just joking. Your information is actually backed up in the Host computer. I asked to gauge your sincerity first. Now? You've passed the psychological barrier under normal tests. Good, Mobile Unit is a decent place for men; it helped me become a real man,” the man said with a smile, revealing two charming gold-capped teeth.
The man stamped the report at the header and then shoved the entire Report Form into a box. After a while, two young officers in Uniform walked out behind him. They looked to be in their twenties, lean in build—two non-commissioned officers who had already earned quite a few military honors at such a young age.
“New recruit, follow me,” one of the young officers said after saluting him, directly reaching for his suitcase without any hesitation.
A younger officer approached Freyr with a somewhat friendly demeanor and said, “It's alright; everyone feels this way on their first day at the unit. You're just the type of person our unit is looking for, brother. Many in the Mobile Unit want to achieve merit because only by doing so can they have their own team. I believe you'll quickly learn the rules of the barracks: speak less and work more. And most importantly, always be in your best state in front of the commander because that will earn you points. Consider this a kind reminder from a friendly senior advising you; no one will treat you differently from now on.”
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