With Jessie Deman present, no one dared to leave their posts, their eyes fixed eagerly on the roasting meat, yearning to rush forward and grab it for themselves.

"Finally, it's done. Smells delicious," Bidegla said as he took the meat off the rack and took a deep, intoxicating breath, causing Jessie Deman to look at him strangely.

"If anyone's hungry, feel free to join me. There's plenty of meat, more than I can eat alone," Bidegla announced, looking around.

"Sir, this man..." Jessie Deman's companion was so infuriated by Bidegla's blissful expression that he wanted to slap him.

Knowing they wanted to eat, yet displaying such tempting behavior, truly deserving of a good thrashing.

"Let's all go and have a bite," Jessie Deman surprisingly smiled and walked towards Bidegla. Seeing their leader approach, the others no longer stood guard and began to gather around Bidegla.

"Young man, may I have a taste too?" Jessie Deman asked somewhat sheepishly.

"You may, but do you have any wine?" Bidegla inquired without hesitation.

"Yes," Jessie Deman nodded and instructed his subordinate, "Bring out my special wine."

"Understood," although Jessie Deman's subordinate disapproved of Bidegla, he dared not defy his leader's command and brought out a bottle of special liquor.

"Satisfied now?" Jessie Deman asked Bidegla with a touch of annoyance after receiving the wine.

"Not bad at all," Bidegla smiled and proceeded to slice the meat into portions, inviting everyone to partake, "Please, help yourselves. There's plenty of meat to go around."

With these words, everyone eagerly devoured the food, no longer holding back.

With meat and wine, the people became much more cordial towards Bidegla, at least they no longer treated him with coldness.

In this desolate wilderness, with the delicious meat and wine, Bidegla was truly content.

After feasting, Bidegla ingratiated himself with the others, before retiring to his tent to continue his training.

For over three days, he had been traveling, even through the nights, as his ability to see through darkness allowed him to reach this place in such a short time.

It was common knowledge that this place was far more dangerous at night than during the day, as many creatures were active during the night. However, someone like Bidegla, an anomaly, could travel at night without any issue. Normally, such a feat was impossible for others.

Having trained here for over two days, the second person behind Bidegla finally arrived. This young man, with mid-level external strength, had a significant advantage compared to the others.

"Five days is not a bad result," one of Jessie Deman's subordinates remarked, despite inwardly sneering at the youth's pride.

Thinking he was the top performer, unaware that a freak had already arrived ahead of him, there was a significant two-day gap between them.

Of course, a journey of hundreds of kilometers over a week, with various dangers along the way, was something only elite military personnel like them could accomplish. So, while his performance was commendable, it paled in comparison to Bidegla's, who returned unscathed and with delicious food.

However arrogant this man may seem, the way he emerged from the cave with his injuries tells a different story. "Alright, go in and rest for a while," Jessie Deman said, and the young man nodded slightly and respectfully saluted before replying, "Yes."

As he entered the tent, the young man was struck dumb at the sight of Bidegla, who was deep in meditation with clean clothes and a relaxed expression. He had assumed he was the first to emerge, but now he realized that Bidegla had beaten him, dealing a heavy blow to his pride.

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The long journey had taken him only five days, yet Bidegla's arrival seemed to be much more recent. Did he cheat? The young man's mind raced with disbelief at coming in second.

In the military district, he had always excelled in every aspect, but now he had been bested by Bidegla, who wasn't even a soldier. It was hard to accept.

Finally, someone had arrived. Bidegla slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. "Brother, please take a seat," he casually greeted, then resumed his meditation without paying any attention to the young man.

Once arrogant and disrespectful, now he was left behind by Bidegla. Seeing that Bidegla paid him no mind, the young man did not ask him or Jessie Deman about Bidegla's early arrival.

As a soldier, he knew it was not possible to question his superiors. Challenging an officer would yield no benefit.

As time passed, three more people arrived that day, all bearing varying degrees of injuries that were much more severe than Bidegla's. As elite among the elite, they were ashamed to be outshone by Bidegla.

Each person who entered the tent was met with Bidegla's calm and indifferent gaze, leaving them in disbelief that he could have completed the mission.

Within seven days, fourteen people had parachuted from the helicopter, but only thirteen had made it to the destination. The whereabouts of the last person remained unknown, even after extensive search efforts.

"Send a helicopter to search for the missing person," Jessie Deman ordered, and soon the helicopter was dispatched.

After half an hour, the radio crackled with a report: "Commander, the missing person has been found dead a hundred kilometers away. It appears they encountered a powerful wild beast, and only half of the body remains."

Everyone was shocked to hear this news, and Jessie Deman's response was callous: "Tidy up the body and send it back. Such a waste - dead is dead."

Even Bidegla's composure seemed to falter at the cold indifference displayed by Jessie Deman. It was not just indifference, but rather a cruel and unforgiving attitude.

"Do not look at me like this, I am doing this for your own good. Being tough on you now is to ensure your maximum survival in future battles. If you think I am indifferent, you are free to leave now." Seeing the expression on Bidegla's faces, Jessie Deman gave a cold smile, rendering them speechless.

They came to participate in this training in order to become members of the most elite unit in the Hanxia military. If they were to go back now, they would not only lose face for themselves, but for the entire military district behind them.

And what Jessie Deman said was not wrong at all. If they don't train rigorously now, they may face death on the battlefield. Bullets have no eyes, and hitting someone could result in their death. Therefore, being tough now is indeed to ensure their maximum survival in the future.

"Now, I give you a day to rest. After one day, I will announce the results," Jessie Deman said as he turned and walked away, leaving Bidegla and the others to rest.

Due to Bidegla's early arrival, his strength had already been restored to its peak. With a day to spare, he began to socialize with Jessie Deman's subordinates.

Due to the incident with the meat, the soldiers were hesitant to give Bidegla any attitude. There is a saying that goes, "Do not bite the hand that feeds you," so Bidegla received a lot of useful information from them.

When he first boarded the helicopter, he was completely clueless about what Jessie Deman wanted him for, but after inquiring, he finally understood.

Hanxia has a mysterious unit, the Dragon Soul unit, which is even more secretive and difficult to access than the various special forces units and the National Security Bureau.

This is the pride of the entire Hanxia military, and the place they all dream of going to. Those who survive within it are not just elite, they are chosen from countless others.

No one knows exactly where they are, how many of them there are, or any information about them. Even their citizenship information has been completely erased, and can only be accessed through special methods.

And now, the training that Bidegla and the others are undergoing is for this very purpose.

The people training alongside Bidegla are elite soldiers selected from various military districts. They are participating in this training to prove their own strength and become a member of the Dragon Soul unit.

This is the highest honor for a military person, and their ultimate destination. Although Bidegla doesn't know exactly what the Dragon Soul unit does, judging by the admiring look on the guard's face, he knows that it must be very impressive.

But regardless of how impressive they may be, Bidegla has no desire to become a member, because his ambitions lie elsewhere.

"Could it be that Master wants me to become a member of this Dragon Soul unit?" Bidegla's expression suddenly turned strange as he felt a strong desire to call and ask his Master. But now his phone is broken, and these people are unlikely to lend him a phone, so he has to give up.

In the end, he can simply give up his qualification when the time comes, as no one can force him to do this.

He truly admires military personnel, as without them, how could the country be safe? But he truly has no desire to become one. There are many ways to contribute to the country, not necessarily as a military person.

After a full day of rest, it wasn't until the following day that Jessie Deman gathered them outside the tent. Everyone, except for Bidegla, stood erect like javelins, their posture unwavering and steady. In contrast, Bidegla stood loose and relaxed, bearing no resemblance to a soldier, but rather resembling a ruffian.