Time passed by quickly and one month was over.
The brutal spartan training continued on as usual.
The instructor would put the freshmen through various brutal and inhuman training in form of different missions. However, each of these missions would challenge the limits of the human body. They were torn between ecstasy and turmoil.
There wasn't a hint of potential left in them—they had all been exploited to the very last bit.
Tempering their bodies under the great pressure at the bottom of the sea, or such thing as walking in outer space... The training came in many variations and the one that they went through the most was the hunt of various extraterrestrial races.
Each extraterrestrial race developed their own type of civilization that differed from each other; they had their own unique traits. They had all kinds of strange conditions: their living environment, their race's abilities, and so on. The situations were extremely complicated.
