Host: Jack

Status: Human Federation Private Third Class, 18-year-old male enhanced

Attributes: strength 3.1, speed 2.6, jump 2.5, agility 2.5, endurance 3, defense 3, self-healing 3, skill 1.3, brain function 5.5

Skills: quick memory, fast learning, telepathy

Props: unlimited bullets S500, full wrap body armor, recovery cigars ......

Title: Rookie

Soul Points: 100

After messing with what the new function did, Jack didn't pay much attention to it; after all, his pockets were cleaner than his face.

Putting on the 'Rookie' title, Jack looks at the panel again.

The panel refreshed once more, this time refreshing not only the attributes but even the skill bar had an additional 'Telepathy' skill.

Jack wasn't surprised; his telepathic talent was already strong, and he found it rather odd that the panel wasn't engraved at first.

Now it's better; it's all written down on paper at a glance.

System to open all gift boxes!

Then Jack turned his attention to the gift box.

When I unlocked the new feature just now, the system sent 6 Level 2 Gift Boxes and 3 Level 2 Gift Boxes.

It's kinda conscientious; I just don't know if I can open something useful.

[Open Level 2 Soul Gift Box and get Heavy Atom Nuclear Energy Flight Wing Suit*1].

[Open Level 2 Soul Gift Box and get ZF-1 Multi-Functional Automatic Rifle*1].

[Open the Level 2 Soul Gift Box and get Unlimited Bullets SAW-S8 Light Machine Gun *1]]

[Open Level 3 Soul Gift Box and get White Phosphorus Grenade *1].

[Open the Level 3 Soul Gift Box and get ......]

Nine gift boxes went dry, and a big smile spread across Jack's face.

The Heavy Atomic Nuclear Energy Flight Wing Suit, which uses cold fusion as a power source, can be interpreted as a triangular-shaped energy jet back armor.

Although you can't use it normally, it's a lifesaver in a pinch.

The ZF-1 Multi-Purpose Automatic Rifle would be a stretch; this thing is out of the sci-fi movie world as much as the Super Soldier Serum.

The titanium magazine carries three thousand rounds and carries a miniature rocket, miniature explosive arrows, a miniature flamethrower, a miniature sharpshooter, and a miniature net thrower.

Not only that, but it has a memory function that allows the bullet to hit all the way back to where the first shot hit.

The unlimited bullet SAW-S8 light machine gun he was familiar with was the big pineapple machine gun, only the model was more advanced and had unlimited bullets.

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He was satisfied with the items opened from the three-level two gift boxes.

The tertiary gift box was far worse, still conventional weapons, a white phosphorus grenade, two healers, and three different types of rifles.

It's better than nothing, so throw it in the variable string ring for now.

Hey!

Joyfully, Jack suddenly sighed again.

As a rule, unlocking a new feature gives you 1 Tier 2 box and 2 Tier 3 boxes.

But the only feature that hasn't been unlocked yet is the [Quest] one.

That is to say.

The newbie benefit is down to 1 level 2 box and 2 level 3 boxes.

After that, there may be no more such good things, and you'll have to kill bugs yourself to earn soul points to buy them at the mall if you want anything.

Forget it. It's time to be content.

Jack smiled to himself; he had gotten enough from the system.

Even if the system disappeared now, he still had the ability to live in this world and had the backbone to step up to a high position.

Iron must be hard on itself, and passion and confidence are essential.

Jack First, Ollie gave!

... ... ...

Ran for about an hour and a half.

Jack finished his warm-ups, went to the cafeteria for an early lunch, and then headed to Practice 3.

There were ten recruit classes in Recruit Camp No. 1 and ten recruit training grounds, each as big as a professional basketball court.

By the time Jack arrived, there were already two dozen people staying in the training ground, and it was looking like a full assembly.

Obviously.

No one is late for their first day of training.

As the time approached seven o'clock, Sim came.

With a teaching stick under his ribs and a very serious, cannibalistic look on his face, Sim bluffed most of the new recruits just as they arrived at the training ground.

Damn it, can't you idiots even stand in the military position?

I'm going to give you ten seconds to get into three rows. The taller one to your right.

Sim swept away, cursing coldly.

Hearing Sim's words, the crowd moved to stand as Sim said.

In fact, the recruits stood in formation before Sim came, as the next class had already finished assembling, and they just learned how to stand.

C-suite?

Jack mentally spat as the new formation took shape.

He stood in the first row, just medium in the line for his six-foot-five height, just in the center, directly in front of Sim.

It's a feeling that's a little weird.

It's like facing the podium straight on in class; it's embarrassing.

Stand like this from now on!

Seeing that the formation was finally neat and regular, Sim nodded slightly.

Carrying his teaching stick, he paced back and forth in front of the line of recruits, keeping his eyes on their faces and putting a lot of pressure on them.

There are a lot of you out there who think of enlisting as a way to get by.

But I'm telling you, no way!

Because not everyone can make it to the end, not everyone can be a true motorized infantryman.

The reason is you're not strong enough!

At that, a smile lifted the corners of Sim's mouth.

He tossed his teaching stick and jacket to the ground aside, walked to the front of the line of recruits, and clapped his hands. Tell me, are there any strong men in my class?

Sir, I think I am!

The next moment, the familiar voices of the recruits rang out.

It's Ron!

The recruits were all a little excited and looked to Ron, who had his hand raised on the right side of the last row, with anticipation in his eyes.

Go for it, Ron!

Go up and teach that arrogant instructor a lesson!

Good buddy, go ahead!

Jack mentally gave Ron a nod as well.

Ron, who was powerful in the eyes of the crowd, was killed in seconds by the Daemon Instructor, and then the mysterious Oriental stepped in and fought the Instructor to a draw.

Both gained the instructor's regard and saved the recruit's face.

It's perfectly scripted!

Goode!

Come on, boy, make an example of them!

Sim waved at Ron, a smile growing 'wider' on his face.

Yes, sir!

Ron excitedly replied back, then stepped out of line and swung right at Sim.

In terms of physical fitness, he is absolutely top-notch!

He could have played professional basketball if his skills weren't so rough!

Click!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!

In anticipation of all the recruits, two voices sounded at the same time.

Both voices were Ron's, one a broken bone and the other a scream.

As Ron charged Simm, Simm simply reached out with his right hand and pinched out Ron's right arm, abducting Ron to the ground.

Then, with one more twist, the small arm of Ron's right hand was fractured, even as he watched the twisted arc.

God!

Jesus!

At the sight of this scene, a number of gasps rang out from the queue of recruits.

Many people twisted their heads, their faces a little frightened, and they did not even dare to look at Ron anymore.

Outer Rigaud!

That's it!

Only Jack had a smile on his face, grinning as he looked at Ron, who lay wailing on the ground.

Kid.

Taking my cigarettes and not giving me a face.

That's the downside!