The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

"Report! 3,000 expected! 3,000 present! Formation complete! Requesting instructions!"

Tianlang ran forward, saluted Zeng Linglong, and spoke in a loud voice.

Zeng Linglong nodded slightly.

Sirius turned around and waved to the teaching assistants beside him.

Several teaching assistants immediately carried thick stacks of papers and quickly walked into the formation, distributing them to each team member in a fast and orderly manner.

The paper still felt slightly cool to the touch, carrying the scent of ink.

The team members quickly looked over using the light—

One is a hand-drawn topographic map with extremely precise contour lines, on which a winding route traversing various complex terrains is marked in bold red ink.

The route is marked with densely packed small print: altitude, slope, possible obstacle types, danger zone warnings...

The other one was a simple number card. It only had a single, cold number on it, ranging from 0001 to 3000.

When the last sheet of paper has been distributed.

Zeng Linglong took a step forward.

The footsteps were very light, yet they seemed to be on the beat of everyone's heart.

"Dust from hell..."

Zeng Linglong's voice came through the cold morning breeze, carrying a penetrating power that went straight to the soul.

"I believe you... are ready to enter hell and become dust."

His gaze slowly swept over the tense, serious, and even somewhat pale faces.

"Take good care of the maps and numbers you have."

He paused, his tone suddenly turning icy and absolute:

From this moment on—

"You don't have names, you only have numbers."

"You have no flesh and blood, only chains and hammers."

His voice was like a heavy hammer, each word striking like a thunderbolt:

"Forget that you are human."

"You are beasts."

"It's a killing machine."

"Moreover... an insignificant speck of dust."

"The map shows the marching routes."

Zeng Linglong's voice returned to calm, as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary.

"You will be carrying 30 kilograms of weight, fully armed, and conducting armed cross-country running."

He raised a finger.

"The routes on the map...have no end."

"One-way; if you reach the 'end', turn back and continue."

"Until... you eliminate your opponents."

His gaze sharpened like a hawk's, locking onto the three thousand pairs of pupils below that had suddenly contracted.

All I need is—

"Top 500".

Dead!

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped!

"remember……"

Zeng Linglong's voice was like a devil's chant, carrying a cruel poetry:

"Armed cross-country running has no end and no time limit."

"As long as... any one of you can still crawl forward—"

"Then the elimination process will never stop."

A signature, playful yet cold smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I've prepared some 'good stuff' for everyone."

He pulled a small, clear glass bottle from the side pocket of his tactical vest, inside which sloshed some kind of pale blue liquid.

"A medicine with no side effects..."

"Those are drugs that stimulate potential and combat fatigue."

He shook the bottle.

"I'm sure you guys... will have a really 'fun' time."

"On the marching route..."

Zeng Linglong put away the bottle, his tone becoming dangerous and seductive.

"You will face various battles and dangers."

"You will face—"

"Ambush."

"Artillery fire is hindering things."

"Anti-personnel mine obstruction."

"Passing through a swarm of poisonous snakes."

"Passing through the wolf pack."

"rock climbing."

"Deep-sea diving".

"...and other real-world scenarios that special operations forces will face."

He paused, his smile widening to reveal a set of white teeth that gleamed coldly under the searchlight.

"Don't worry, everyone..."

"What you are facing—"

"It could be a training missile."

"It could also be... live ammunition."

"in……"

His voice suddenly turned cold and ruthless:

"If you kill your 'enemy' in battle..."

"That would be an honor—"

"You can reserve one spot."

"If you get killed..."

"Then just eliminate them."

"You can team up or go solo."

Zeng Linglong concluded by speaking casually, as if he were arranging a game.

"In short, this time... you are not only on a forced march."

"Moreover, it was a... real and authentic special operations operation."

"And as long as it's real combat..."

There are no restrictions whatsoever.

"It's all up to you."

You... may face real death... or the death or departure of your comrades.

The words fell.

The playground was deathly silent.

The three thousand team members were like three thousand statues that were instantly petrified.

Only his chest heaved violently, and the fingers gripping the map and number cards, their knuckles white from excessive force, trembled slightly.

Their gazes, initially sharp and focused, quickly shifted to—

Stunned!

incredible!

Then came a deep-seated fear and despair!

My brain is frantically processing the information I just heard; every word is like a bomb exploding in my mind!

No finish line? No time limit? You can only keep pushing until you're in the top 500?

What does this mean? It means that this is an endless war of attrition, a pure contest of willpower, physical strength, individual combat skills, and teamwork!

Until 2500 people fall, give up, or are "killed"!

Drugs to unleash potential?

When someone can't run anymore, a single injection can get them back on track! And as long as there's one person who can "crawl," the people in front can't stop!

Because nobody knows whether the person "climbing" behind will suddenly "overtake" the exhausted person in front and take their spot!

This is a vicious cycle of mental and physical hell! It's an endless pursuit of surpassing and competing!

Live ammunition? Real special operations combat? Various deadly dangers?

This means that this is more than just an off-road race!

It is also a real-world combat exercise where death or injury could occur at any moment!

The "enemies" they face could be their instructors, pre-programmed automatic firepower, or even... packs of wolves and wild beasts!

"Depend on……"

Someone, through gritted teeth, squeezed out a very low, trembling curse.

This is absolutely outrageous!

This is clearly... playing with someone to death! Crushing them! Destroying them!

A morning breeze swept by, carrying the biting chill of the early morning.

Under the beam of the searchlight, Zeng Linglong and the twelve figures behind him, who looked like demons, stood silently, waiting.

Waiting for this group of "dust"...

make a choice.

Is it time to collapse and quit this destined-to-be-cruel "game"?

still is……

Embark on this endless journey, fraught with thorns and the shadow of death?

The numbers on the numbered cards looked particularly cold under the light.

The red line on the map, like a winding path of blood, disappears into the unknown, dark depths of the mountains and forests.

The bells of hell have already rung.

The journey begins at your feet.

Endless, and cruel.