After lunch, Jack led another stroll around the barracks.
Store, recreation room, gym, library ......
There are all the amenities that should be there, except that the regulations are rather strict, and there are many places where recruits are not authorized to go.
Since it was their first exposure to the barracks, all the new recruits were excited and found everything here so new.
It was not until after dinner that this returned to the dormitory one after another.
An afternoon passed, and the dormitory was full.
Thirty-two bunks for thirty men; the two extra bunks were not labeled with name tags, perhaps reserved for the instructors.
At this point.
All thirty were in the dormitory, gathered in groups to gossip.
Earlier, the transporter pilot had said that the instructor would come to the dormitory at eight o'clock in the evening to look for them, so the recruits went back to the dormitory early and waited.
Of the thirty, Jack was the most popular.
Following the cigars, he released cigarettes and video games.
This 'hard power' allowed him to make a lot of friends, and everyone respected him so much that they even had to gather around him to play cards.
And then there's this.
The Paul Marshall written on the name tag of the bed next door was indeed the Paul that Rico was talking about.
There are now four in the third class, high school graduates from Virgo Academy.
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Boo!
It was nearly eight o'clock when there was a heavy knock on the front door.
Sweethearts, come here!
Drinking and cursing sounds rang out as a tall and upright figure stepped into the dormitory.
The instructor of the third class was a sergeant, a lanky white man who stood over five-foot-nine and whose muscles were visible in his uniform.
Salute and call, sir.
Jack whispered a reminder to the recruits around him, leading them to rise and salute.
When one person did it, the others followed, and although the salute was a bit of a mess, it was always something.
From today on, I'm your instructor.
You may call me Sim, but the name is only during breaks, and you will call me sir during training time. Is that clear?
Seeing the recruits salute him, Sim's tense face relaxed a bit, and he shouted aloud.
Understood, sir!
Now, the recruits knew how to answer without Jack reminding them.
I haven't seen a pig run, but I have eaten pork; they've seen this kind of answer scene on TV a lot.
Meet tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. on training field three.
Sim nodded and said nothing more, leaving a message and leaving.
After Sim left, the dormitory got noisy again.
Shift, this guy doesn't look good.
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At least he's got a good attitude, doesn't he?
It's OK. If he tries to give us a hard time, Ron will step in.
The crowd was talking, and the center of the conversation was none other than Instructor Simm, who had just left.
Leave it to me!
Ron, whose name was mentioned, clenched his fists and laughed. If he didn't know what he was doing, I'd find him one-on-one during training.
He's an instructor, and he'll never turn down a challenge from a new recruit. Then, I'll make him regret messing with us.
Well said!
Just do it, Ron!
Upon hearing Ron's words, a few skinny guys applauded.
Ron was a varsity basketball player in high school, standing over two-foot-one and weighing over a hundred pounds, an absolute titan of a man.
Is this the way the old black man thinks ......
Looking at the smug Ron, Jack's mouth quirked up, and he almost laughed.
What makes an instructor an instructor is that they are well-rounded in their skills, reaching the line of excellence in every category, rather than being picked at random.
In order to deal with possible prickly recruits, the maneuvering force has long considered everything.
You will, your instructor will.
What you won't, your instructor still does.
What are you going to fight the instructor with?
It was indeed feasible to break all laws with one force, but with Ron's physique, he was still far from reaching the threshold of breaking all laws with one force.
Jack was already looking forward to tomorrow, to the jokes.
There were thirty people in the third-class dormitory, and he befriended most of them, but there were still a few who didn't appreciate it, and Ron was one of them.
Ron thinks he's the best fighter in the class and should be the dorm boss.
But most of them preferred to follow Jack around, which annoyed him.
As the saying goes, a new officer has three fires.
In order to better carry out the subsequent training tomorrow, Sim would definitely show the new recruits what he was made of and demonstrate the instructor's majesty.
Ron is looking for something just to go along with Sim's wishes and will surely be thrashed as a standout, at which point I'll step in.
But you can't embarrass Simm, or you'll be targeted by him and his circle of contacts; a little show of strength will do.
With that thought, Jack declined Rico and Alan's invitation to play cards.
After briefly cleaning up, he lay down on the bed to rest.
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Five o'clock the next morning.
Jack woke up on time, got dressed, and headed to the washroom.
It was still early for the rendezvous, but he was used to getting up at five.
The nights on Mars are a little longer than on Earth, approaching two years a year, and even in the summer months, the sky at five o'clock is completely dark, with not a hint of light.
After washing up, he went back to his dormitory to make up his bed and daily necessities, then did a warm-up run around the barracks.
With his current physique, running for an hour would barely warm him up, and with the training he'd done during the day, he should be able to kill some energy and get a good night's sleep at night.
[Ding, host's new identity detected.]
[Personal module updated, open: achievements, titles, mall.]
[Congratulations to the host for unlocking the new function of the system, obtaining Level 3 Soul Gift Box *6, Level 2 Soul Gift Box *3, is it opened?
As he ran, the system's alert tone sounded.
New feature?
Jack froze for a moment, then whirled his attention to the system.
Host: Jack
Status: Human Federation Private Third Class, 18-year-old male enhanced
Attributes: Strength 3, speed 2.5, jump 2.5, agility 2.5, endurance 3, defense 3, self-healing 3, skill 1.3, brain function 5.5
Skills: quick memorization, fast learning
Props: unlimited bullets S500, full wrap body armor, recovery cigars ......
Title: None
Soul Points: 100
After a small half month of training at the club, his marksmanship and fighting skills had improved a lot, and his skill had gone up from 0.6 to 1.3.
Nothing has changed in the personal panel; it's just a slight change.
However, [Achievement] [Title] [Mall], the three options lit up, and only [Quest] remained unclickable and gray.
Upon closer inspection, I found the achievements and titles interesting.
He's currently unlocked the 'First Time Out' achievement.
Debutante: Has an identity that legitimately earns soul points, gains 100 soul points, 'Rookie' title.
'Rookie' title: increases strength by 0.1 and speed by 0.1 when worn.
Much like the game mode.
After reaching a certain achievement criteria, you will be able to activate that achievement.
Activating rewards earns you achievements, and the harder the achievement is to activate, the more rewarding it will be when activated.
There are all sorts of achievements, from those about soul points to those about your own attributes.
Even a serious injury near death activates a [I am immortal] achievement, getting a 'Taste of Death' title that increases self-healing by 1 point.
Overall, it is very reasonable.
Good titles are not powerful, and powerful titles are not good.
Lastly, there's the [Mall].
As the name suggests, this is the store where goods are sold, and the currency is exactly the sole point.
The mall has several divisions, divided by soul points into 1-1w, 1w-100w, 100w-1e, and even a 100 million+ zone.
He could only click on the first zone for now.
The cheapest props are 1 point, and items like basic military rations and lighters sell for 1 point.
The most expensive was 10,000 points, and the Infinite Bullet S500, which he had driven earlier, was 10,000 points.
At the same price point, there are also guns such as the unlimited bullet handheld Gatling and unlimited bullet submachine gun, all of which are great weapons.
However, he currently only had 100 soul points.
I can't afford the ones I can see, and I can't see the ones I can afford, so I have to save up first.