Barrett Walker didn't understand why these people all liked to talk nonsense. His body lunged forward, hands waving fiercely like a hawk swooping down from the sky, clawing at Green Eye's face with ferocity.

Green Eye felt as if a fierce predator, capable of hunting wolves on the plains, was coming at him. His mind was slightly flustered as he took a step back, knocking over numerous tables. Barrett Walker's attack was both ruthless and severe, as one swipe could have easily gouged out his eyeball. However, he didn't do so, instead delivering a heavy blow to Green Eye's forehead, causing a resounding thud like a muffled thunderclap. Barrett Walker clapped his hand on the table, then swiftly sidestepped and struck again, knocking down most of the group in just a few seconds.

As the group began to retreat, Barrett Walker stood firm, looking at the masterpiece he had created on Green Eye's forehead, unable to contain his laughter. A large, swollen bruise hung on Green Eye's forehead, shining brightly. Upon seeing the bruise, the onlookers couldn't help but laugh, although some stopped when they remembered Green Eye's ruthless methods, the laughter caught in their throats, feeling uncomfortable.

Green Eye himself felt the pain on his forehead and his expression was very unpleasant. He pointed at Barrett Walker, wanting to say something harsh, but seeing the group of henchmen defeated, it was clear that Barrett Walker was a formidable foe not to be trifled with. Green Eye snorted angrily, "Just you wait! Why are you lying on the ground? Do you want medical expenses? Get going!"

"What a disappointment!" Barrett Walker spat at the retreating figures, saying menacingly, "Not only will I wait, but I'll do so comfortably, even lying down. What can you do to me?"

Green Eye's steps faltered, nearly stumbling. How could there be such shameless person? Not only did he deceive others, but he also insulted a man like him? He quickened his pace to leave.

"Oh no, my things! I'll go buy another one!" Two clay pots smashed on the ground, red and white liquids spilling everywhere. Barrett Walker found it uninteresting, and after rearranging the table, he spoke to the two silent women.

"We don't want to eat anymore. Let's sit down and have a good talk!" Monica stopped Barrett Walker, disregarding the onlookers, and sat down on the bench, looking up at the absent-minded Barrett Walker, revealing a shy smile, like a lotus about to bloom, pure and clean.

Barrett Walker sat down as instructed, looking at her in confusion.

"Do you know that you've changed?" The two women didn't push each other away, and Monica, like an elder sister, spoke first.

"I've changed? How have I changed?" Barrett Walker looked himself up and down, still wearing the same cheap clothes. If he hadn't 'found' a wallet last night, his pockets would probably be just as light. The only change might be his appearance, becoming more handsome. Barrett Walker couldn't help but touch his face, and if Monica knew what he was thinking, she would probably feel the urge to bang her head against the wall.

"You've become domineering, like a firecracker, easily ignited. Just like earlier, and the fight before that. Do you know that this makes us very worried?" Monica looked at Barrett Walker's indifferent expression and couldn't help but grab his hand, holding it tightly, expressing great concern.

Feeling the warmth of Monica's hands, Barrett Walker no longer acted as carelessly as before. He also held Julia's hand on the other side, looking calmly at Monica. After a while, Monica felt uncomfortable under his fiery gaze, and Barrett Walker finally said, "Is this the only thing you wanted to tell me?"

Even though Barrett Walker wasn't looking at Julia now, he knew her expression must be worried!

"Is there something else? Sometimes when you go out and cause trouble, it really makes us feel scared! Who knows when..." Julia felt embarrassed being held by Barrett Walker in front of everyone. She was a super mega-star renowned throughout the federation, known as the queen of the music world, able to drive the young boys and girls of the entire federation crazy. But being held by Barrett Walker like this, not only did she feel soft in her heart, but even her body lacked any strength!

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"What trouble have I caused? It's them who have provoked me. I merely retaliated tenfold. Don't worry! I promised to reach the top, and then I will have you all to protect you. My words will not be in vain," Barrett Walker tightened his grip on Julia's hand, speaking with great confidence.

"But have you thought about the risks? You are so reckless, just past the point of breaking!" Monica spoke urgently.

"Don't worry! I have a strong foundation and won't encounter the situation you mentioned. And I have a way to protect myself!" Barrett Walker couldn't help but think of the long sword on his back. This life-or-death sword was his trump card, a real trump card. Even though carrying around a sword made of dead wood at any time could be ridiculed, Barrett Walker didn't care.

Watching Barrett Walker being so resolute, Monica withdrew her hand with a slight sense of disappointment. Although this wasn't the outcome she wanted, since she had already embarked on this path, she could only accompany him to the end. She shook her head and said, "Let's go! Military training is about to begin."

Barrett Walker looked at the backs of Monica and Julia, not understanding why these two were so sensitive. But the immediate priority was to continue leveling up!

In the spacious room, the curtains were drawn, and the overhead incandescent lamp was still on. It had to be said that, aside from the poor living conditions, the War God Academy had almost top-notch facilities. This spacious classroom was filled with no less than a thousand people, with a total of ten rooms, all in military green uniforms. However, Barrett Walker stood out, dressed very differently. His attire was clearly conspicuous, and the one thousand students in the mecha department burst into laughter.

"Why aren't you wearing a military uniform?" Glenn raised her voice, her tone as cold as a knife in the dead of winter.

"Here!" Barrett Walker stood up, and now the entire classroom could see his attire. The one thousand students in the mecha department burst into laughter.

"Why aren't you wearing a military uniform?"

"Because I don't need to."

This time, everyone burst into laughter, their faces turning red and then gradually purple. They didn't expect Barrett Walker to dare to say such audacious words. Glenn's face was already covered with dark clouds, and she was on the verge of unleashing thunder, ready to strike down anyone who dared to offend her.

"Why don't you need to?" Glenn gritted her teeth, enduring for a long time before asking each word.

"Because this is no longer military training!" Barrett Walker shrugged, as if it was something irrelevant to him.

"Fine...great..." Glenn laughed angrily, clapping her hands lightly. Suddenly, she pointed to the door and said, "Since this is no longer military training, good! Leave now, immediately."

How could Barrett Walker know why the counselor was so angry! He was also in a difficult position, but it was probably more of her trying to pick a fight! But he had a clear conscience! Now he was entering the second world, training for the forbidden zone of gods. Did he need to wear such thick clothes, and his military uniform had already been worn out in the Sword Tomb, and he hadn't received new clothes. Barrett Walker stood up and walked out. If this place doesn't want me, there's a place for me to go. I'll just go find the entrance to the main gate!

Glenna watched as Barrett Walk left, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease and reluctance in her heart. However, she quickly shook it off and addressed the crowd below with solemnity, saying, "Alright, let's begin!"

"In previous years, individuals had to endure significant physical strain before entering the program I've compiled for the War God Academy, which includes some of the most dangerous areas in the Second World, connected to the entirety of that realm. However, you are taking a shortcut, which may reduce the trouble, but I must remind you that less trouble does not mean none at all. It may even be greater. Your task is to overcome these challenges, which may include encountering real extraterrestrial creatures or even facing the program itself... Remember! Do not underestimate these mysterious areas. Go forth! I will be watching over you."

Glenna outlined the rules one by one, observing the mech students below who listened earnestly. She felt a sense of resignation and sadness, and sighed softly as she returned to her seat.

The War God Academy requires wolves, not just ferocious dogs. Without the wolf's nature, even the fiercest dog is just that—a dog. Without the collective cooperation of wolves, there is no relentless pursuit. The War God Academy is not a place for the Federation to cultivate servants. Despite the countless deaths and injuries, even disabilities, at the Academy every year, there are still countless people flocking to it. The reasons for this may be worth exploring, but one thing is clear in this twisted world: those who emerge from the War God Academy can truly thrive.

As for Barrett Walk, he now resembled a lone wolf. His behavior was antisocial, and many of his actions were absurd, challenging the unity of the collective, which the War God Academy both requires and suppresses. Is it contradictory? Upon closer examination, it is not, because the Academy instills a wolf-like nature in its students, yet expects them to unite as a whole. After all, the power of an individual is truly limited. And now, with Glenna as the head of the mech department and counselor, Barrett's presence naturally irked her, as she too was a wolf—a solitary and unsociable one.