"This mischievous little thing seems to have quite the affinity with you," said Veron Griff, gazing at Barrett Walker with a dreamy, slightly inebriated look in his eyes. He lightly tapped the ancient bowl, producing a pleasant, melodious sound that was truly captivating.

Barrett Walker listened intently, sensing a mysterious force within the music. His heart tightened, following the unknown rhythm. As he watched the old man in his slightly drunken state, Barrett managed to break free from the subtle, uncontrollable beat. He stood up and assisted the old man, finding amusement in his comical, intoxicated demeanor. Barrett helped him lie down under the pristine white sheets.

"Why must a solitary man's life be filled with such sorrow and despair? Sigh and lament! When will it end? I only wish for the morning sun to shine upon my homeland forever, and for the blood of loyal martyrs to never be forgotten, so that the world may never bury me!"

Listening to the old man's ramblings and watching him uncover the bedsheet, Barrett couldn't help but shake his head and smile. "Your heart is quite grand, wanting the whole world to never bury you. Yet here you are, sleeping with the sheets uncovered, and I find a little ball of fur curled up in my pocket." Barrett felt an inexplicable surge of intense emotion. Perhaps in this cold world, the only creatures one can freely express emotions with are dogs and cats.

"This little creature, if you encounter a bad person, they might just fry and eat you! But now, you've met me, the big tabby cat, so we make a perfect pair," Barrett said as he looked at the peacefully sleeping Veron Griff. Despite Veron's slumber, Barrett had no inclination to sleep. He took the small cat and headed to the mountaintop, where he lay on a bare stone in front of the thatched hut, gazing up at the starry sky.

The sky was washed clean, and the night was bone-chilling. The light of each little star was extraordinarily clear, as the earth was filled with various forms of radiation. Without the widespread pollution of humanity, the sky had never been more beautiful. It was a pity that such beauty could not be seen in the city.

Gently pulling the little cat out of his pocket, Barrett watched as it stretched lazily, its eyes half-closed in an adorable manner. He felt the urge to laugh and placed the cat on his chest, lying quietly.

With only two days left to decide his fate, Barrett refused to let himself be consumed with anxiety as he might have in his previous life. After being reborn, he believed he shouldn't live a life filled with such stress. He needed to carefully consider how to live his life.

In a world threatened by doomsday, where everything could collapse at any moment, strength reigned supreme. All forms of wealth were mere illusions in the face of formidable strength. Barrett's primary goal was to cure his dizziness and make himself strong. With his natural talent and the knowledge from his rebirth, becoming strong was not a problem.

The War God Academy, named after his grandfather, who served as the honorary principal, was independent from the entire federation. It did not allow the federation to interfere in any matters, making it akin to a small country. The academy upheld freedom, equality, and democracy, yet power was still the ultimate authority. The annual federal sports competition had become a fierce competition among the various departments of the War God Academy, with each department almost functioning as an independent university.

Thinking about the War God Academy, Barrett was determined not to miss the opportunity to enter it this time. Looking up at the sky, he felt there were too many regrets that needed to be addressed after his rebirth.

"Rest well tonight. Tomorrow, I will return and strive for my own future."

The entire capital city of Weijing and the sixteen satellite cities had all been placed on high alert. It was the annual day of the most important examination for human talent, which could encompass both literature and martial arts.

Although in previous years, very few students from the public high schools were able to enter university, this year was different. Three students from Barrett's high school had achieved perfect scores, and some even had the potential to enter the War God Academy. This made the authorities pay extra attention to the school's performance. As they stood at the tightly guarded school gates, they could see the federal military on duty. It was a rare sight for the school to have regular soldiers on duty, and there was even an ability warrior wearing a shoulder badge. Despite being only a private, the ability warrior was enough to make the school boast in front of its peers.

A leader in a suit and tie, with a white handkerchief wiping the sweat from his forehead, remembered how Barrett's weightlifting performance had greatly elevated the school's reputation during the simulated exams. Even some private schools had been overshadowed. If Barrett could impress the War God Academy with his physical abilities, then the school would have a chance to turn things around and resolve its long-standing issues.

As a result, the leaders treated Barrett as if he were a national treasure, and they repeatedly inquired about him to Barrett's best friend, Baron.

"Baron, will your brother make it in time? The fate of our school depends on it!"

Watching Baron and Ross stand up together, the leaders only knew a few things about Ross. They knew this stunning woman was not simple, and although they were puzzled as to why she had become a teacher, they watched as she approached Baron and began to understand. They also began to hold Baron in high regard.

"Don't worry! He promised me he would be back on time."

Baron replied impatiently.

"Sister! That ability warrior was practically snorting fire from his nostrils, you really should give him a lesson. Hmph! He's just a low-level ability warrior, yet he's so arrogant!"

Baron was also annoyed. The ability warrior on duty had been too audacious. If he passed the coming-of-age ceremony and obtained his ability shoulder badge, he wouldn't have to endure such mistreatment. The mere private-ranked ability warrior was a testament to the formidable status of ability warriors in human society.

"Alright, let's wait quietly. If he comes to urge us again, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Barrett Walker had been missing from the Federation for almost a month now, and this exam would decide his fate.

Although Ross appeared calm on the surface, she couldn't help but worry about Barrett's ability to make it in time.

"It's almost 9 o'clock. Do you want to enter early? Once the doors close, there's no chance of entering!"

The short and stocky ability warrior, dressed in military attire, couldn't hide his sly demeanor. He spoke to the school leaders with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"Brother! Come, have a smoke. We're just entering early, that's all. Let's wait a bit longer, alright? My student is sick and on his way from the hospital."

The school leader took out a cigarette, wearing a pleasing smile on his face, and hastened to offer it to the ability warrior.

"Hmph! Don't you know that we ability warriors don't take bribes? Get lost! Be careful, I'll charge you with a serious crime! Your students from this school are still so cocky. Just because he lifted 620 kilograms in ten minutes, it's been spread throughout the entire Federation. I've been assigned to this dump, when it would have been much better on the other side."

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Although the exam was strictly monitored to prevent cheating, prestigious schools often had connections to influential families. These connections could help students enter these influential families and gain access to advanced technology and high-quality body strengthening techniques. This place was simply a place of exile, and the ability warrior couldn't understand why his uncle had transferred him here and repeatedly warned him to be cautious.

"I warn you! Try being so arrogant again!"

Baron finally lost his temper, his brows furrowing as his eyes narrowed with a cold, menacing glare. He grabbed the ability warrior's collar.

"What's wrong? Are you planning to resist?"

The ability warrior felt humiliated after being grabbed by a student, and he became furious. "Do you know what you're doing? I could easily ruin your life today, even make you carry the crime of treason and spend the rest of your life in a federal prison!"

As Baron made his move, several regular soldiers on duty approached, their guns at the ready, and the atmosphere became tense.

"Baron! Let go, now."

Ross's face, which was always dignified and untouchable, now bore an icy expression as she spoke softly.

Baren released his grip, his face as unreadable as water. He dismissed the words of this private as nonsense.

The private, seeing Baren 'submit' to him, became even more smug. This was the privilege of an Ability Warrior in the Federation! In this society, absolute strength speaks volumes.

"What do you want?" Ross furrowed her brow and spoke. In the Federation, she was known as a fierce and brutal general. But outside of the military, this major tried to transform herself into a more refined and genteel figure, perhaps in preparation for advancing to the next rank or maybe to emulate her idol. She didn't know when she had started to change, but this person, who was like a mere ant in her eyes, looking at her with such eyes, would have been beaten to a pulp under normal circumstances.

"Brother, on this day, please don't lose your temper!" The leaders felt aggrieved after being insulted by this Ability Warrior when they offered him a cigarette.

Baren, causing trouble again, was at a loss for what to do. If this caused a big problem, they didn't know how the 21st High School would continue to operate.

"I don't want anything. Heh heh! I didn't expect such a ghostly school to have such a beautiful teacher!" The private laughed lewdly, finally revealing his audacious side as he reached out to touch Ross's face, his intentions clear.

"You're asking for trouble!" Ross scolded lightly, but her words seemed to carry immense weight in the ears of everyone, resonating like a thunderous explosion. The private was momentarily dumbfounded, feeling a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing, a result of extreme pressure and pain.

If a high-speed camera had been filming, slowed down hundreds of times, it would have revealed Ross's clothes violently swaying, creating a protective shield, much like a locomotive violently colliding with her body. This barrier was so brief, almost imperceptible.

Combining the Federation's scientific and the Huaxia ancient martial arts development, the rank system was clear-cut. If Ross were to classify herself using martial arts, it would be through inner strength, projecting energy outward. The explosive force from earlier couldn't have been generated without a strong heart.

Ross's seemingly ordinary black suit, undamaged by the powerful inner strength, demonstrated the special quality of her clothing and her powerful control.

Ross's strike was truly earth-shattering! It left everyone stunned, especially the intense sonic boom, causing a ringing in their ears that took several seconds to subside.

"What, do you still want to fight? Do you not want us to enter?" Ross glanced at the Federation's regular soldiers and spoke softly.

The Federation's army was a mixed bag, but it was an eternal truth that strength spoke volumes. These soldiers, seeing a woman as formidable as Ross, knew she was an Ability Warrior. They saluted in unison and said, "Reporting to the commanding officer! We dare not!"

Ross returned the salute without displaying her epaulettes or officer's certificate, simply stating, "Wait half an hour! If that person doesn't show up, follow the regulations!"

"I can only do so much for you," Ross said, turning to look at the road in the distance, leaving behind a graceful silhouette for the others.

Looking at the curves that could make any man's blood boil, there was not a single person daring to show any lasciviousness. The Ability Warrior lying on the ground, his head swollen and groaning, was the best example of what could happen.

Even though Barret had killed people, killing an Ability Warrior in the Federation was considered high treason. But seeing his sister's nonchalant expression, he couldn't help but feel some toothache.

Barret Walker didn't know that Ross was already furious with him. At this moment, he was leisurely lying on top of a cargo truck, truly carefree in his wanderings in the wild for the past two days!

"Hmph! If you won't let me on the truck, do you think I won't hitch a ride?" Barret Walker had hidden all his weapons outside the city, bringing only his gluttonous and sleepy little cat. Bringing this little thing along had cost him a lot of effort. Initially, Veron Griff refused to let him take it, claiming he couldn't afford to raise it. Barret Walker even resorted to using Federation threats, stating that the equipment in his secret room was essential military supplies. However, the old man was stubborn and refused to believe it. Barret Walker had no choice. He wouldn't really be foolish enough to report this. Those things were valuable, and he needed to save them for building his own power in the future.

Unable to do anything else, he resorted to an extreme measure. Even though Veron Griff had said that no matter how far he ran, the little cat would find its way home, Barret Walker didn't believe it. Grabbing the little cat, he ran. This old man probably couldn't outrun him. Watching the obedient little cat curled up in his arms, Barret Walker teased it as he said, "Sleep! Always sleeping, why don't you go home! You've eaten a lot of my food these past few days. I can't afford to keep you in the city. Go back quickly! I'll be much more relaxed without you."

"Meow!" The little cat was awakened by Barret Walker's prodding, stretching lazily and pushing away his hand. It was drowsy and, as it moved, it fell back asleep.

Barret Walker was speechless. He didn't mind the little cat falling asleep in the safe city, but in the dangerous wild, it was the same. He didn't know how this little thing had survived for so long. It seemed to have been lucky, not encountering a single alien insect or wild beast, not even a small animal. So, after finishing all of Barret Walker's stored dried meat, it was a headache to feed it.

"Hey! You're going the wrong way. You should take that path over there!" Barret Walker saw the truck turning and hurriedly shouted, jumping down with the little cat in his arms.

The truck driver, seeing someone suddenly jumping off the truck in the rearview mirror, stuck his head out and cursed loudly, "Are you asking for death? How dare you climb onto my truck."

Suddenly stepping on the brakes, he opened the door and came down with a large machine gun, a fierce look on his face.

Barret Walker hadn't expected the driver to have a permit for such a large gun. He immediately turned and ran, watching the sky after a night of driving into the city, not knowing what time it was.

"What's going on?" After running through two main streets, Barret Walker saw that the University Avenue had been sealed off. He felt a sinking feeling. He hoped that nothing would go wrong at such a critical time.

"What happened up ahead?" Barret Walker asked cautiously.

"It's been sealed off. There's been a death up ahead," the soldier said expressionlessly.

"Can I pass through?" Barret Walker asked carefully.

"No! Wait here! Wait until it's over," the soldier said without any emotion.

"I'm a student who needs to take an exam. Can I pass?" Barret Walker asked.

"Students are nothing special! There are leaders inside! Go away!" The soldier glared at Barret Walker.

Barret Walker couldn't remain calm. He paced back and forth in front of the cordon, desperate, feeling like he was about to wet himself. Even though this was his second time, he couldn't afford to miss this opportunity!

Biting his teeth, he charged forward.

The soldier never expected Barret Walker to have such audacity, daring to break through the cordon. He was momentarily dumbfounded, quickly shouldering his gun, but he was too rushed. He hadn't loaded any bullets, and he hadn't even released the safety. Shouting, "Stop him, someone's broken through the cordon!"

For the average person, even an ordinary place, as long as a cordon is pulled up, there will be a sense of awe for authority in their hearts, even in this end of the world, Barrett Walker also feels the same. But after breaking through the cordon in front of these soldiers and running all the way, he feels an unprecedented relaxation. Perhaps this end of the world has been oppressed for too long, this is a release of human nature!

Barrett Walker's steps were light, and his speed increased. All the scenes around him were retreating, and the muscles that had been sore and soft due to excessive exertion were actually relaxing as he ran. The blood vessels gradually dilated, the blood surged and roared, and the powerful sound of his heart was like a drum, gradually reaching a climax. Suddenly Barrett Walker felt everything around him was clear, looking at the soldiers blocking the way ahead, they were retreating continuously, and his speed was increasing.

As he ran, he even advanced to the rank of colonel.