Simply fill your stomach.

Jack gathered himself together and headed for the school building once again.

The senior graduation exams have been taken, and the results will be announced today.

Graduates will need to fill out an application form for enlistment in the armed forces or forgo enlistment and seek employment on their own, depending on their test scores.

The school building was bustling with people.

A large number of graduates gathered around the college's public screen to check their assessment results.

Snap!!!

Rico, good job!

Looks like I've got company, Rico. We can try out for the Blue Devils together.

The motorized units are good, too; I hear the guys in them are cool!

Before Jack could get any closer, he heard a round of applause and laughter from the crowd.

Immediately afterward, two rows of large letters lit up on the public screen.

[Johnny Rico]

[Average score of 35, recommendation 1: join a motorized unit, recommendation 2: become a rugby player]

Hey, turn that off for me!

Rico was a bit annoyed and hastily turned off the zoom function on the public screen.

His family is rich, rich enough to allow him to astral travel every day, and no amount of poor grades will affect his future.

But having money has nothing to do with saving face, and he's not one of those punks who takes his bad grades as a badge of honor.

It's embarrassing to get bad grades, not to mention his girlfriend is watching!

Not bad for you, Rico.

Jack stood outside the crowd, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Johnny Rico is a very nice, super-rich kid, protagonist of the original Star Wars world, and future general of the Federation Mobile Force.

Carmen Ibanez, Rico's current girlfriend, will dump Rico in the future and end up as the captain of a fleet in the Federation Starfleet.

Because of Carl's tandem, he has a good relationship with Rico and Carmen.

Dude, you got your troubles taken care of?

You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

Suddenly, Jack was tapped on the shoulder.

A familiar voice, a familiar way of saying hello.

Let me guess, the future Admiral Secretary of the Federal Strategic Forces, Carl Jenkinson?

Jack didn't turn around but closed his eyes and rubbed his chin, smiling.

YES!

Jack, your telepathic abilities are getting so good that you can actually see the future.

Carl raised an eyebrow and strangled Jack from behind.

Kid, I suggest you show me some respect.

You are now strangling the future head of the Federation, the ruler of the universe, the nightmare of the Arachnids, the greatest man in the history of mankind.

Jack throws a back elbow, then turns back and locks Karl's head in a ribcage.

OK, OK!

Get off me; I can't breathe!

Carl gave a strange yelp and hastily slapped Jack on the arm.

I didn't even push.

Jack laughed dumbly as he pushed Carl out of the way.

That said, this Carl guy really is a demon.

Carl's telepathic gifts were so strong that he was booked by the Strategic Forces while still a senior in high school and was able to report to the Strategic Forces straight out of graduation.

In his middle age, Carl can do interstellar mind calls, mindwash bugs, nimbus void holds, and nimbus blasts to blow bugs' heads off.

Strong enough to explode!

If his telepathic talent was an 80, then Kavin must have been a 200, absolutely superhuman at his peak.

But not anymore.

When the plug-in is on, any talent is just a cloud.

He can do what others can do, and he can still do what others can't.

... ... ...

Let's go, it's our turn.

After a few moments of small talk, Carl pushed Jack toward the public screen.

There were a lot fewer people around the public screen; Jack and those who should have been checking were done and no longer had to wait in line, so the two quickly saw their respective scores.

Jack's grades were excellent across the board, with an average of 91.

Carl received perfect scores in all subjects and even received extra credit from the college for a 103 average.

Jack, when are you going to report to Strategic Forces?

We can be together. Strategic Forces will send it to me in one, Jack.

On the way to College Park, Carl asked Jack, anticipation in his eyes.

The three major federal forces have different thresholds for enlistment.

Motorized forces: physically fit.

Starfleet Troopers: physically fit and have a certificate of completion with honors from Starfleet Academy.

Strategic forces: have telepathic abilities.

Telepathy is a one-in-a-million gift, and those who possess it can join the Strategic Forces even if they graduate from high school with a zero in all subjects.

A high threshold also means a high status upon joining.

One is an infantryman, one is a pilot, and one is a strategy officer. There is no need to think about how to choose, right?

That's why a strategic force is everyone's dream force.

Nay, the threshold for joining was too high, and sometimes, an academy could not produce a single cadet who was qualified to join the strategic forces in a single term.

No, I'm going to join the motorized unit.

Go for it, and look forward to the day when we're side by side.

Jack laughed and shook his head, reaching over and tapping Carl on the shoulder.

A motorized unit?

Shift, are you serious?

As cool as maneuvering forces are, that won't help you in the future.

It is impossible for a man of your intelligence not to know that there is no war now and that there are very few promotions in the maneuvering forces.

Hearing Jack's words, Carl stopped instantly.

He looked at Jack with a surprised look on his face as if he had seen some kind of monster.

And indeed, monsters.

You don't want to be the most promising strategy officer to be a motorized infantryman?

But his telepathy told him that Jack was calm now and should be telling the truth.

The Strategic Forces internship is too long, and I don't want to spend my time answering phones.

Based on the frequency of invasions by bug meteors, a war between humans and bugs could begin soon.

So, I'm going to the Mobile Force to see the real bugs, to see the real world, to take the glory that is mine.

Man, when the battlefield meets, you'll be sure to salute me.

Jack spoke calmly, finally offering his hand to Carl.