"Come here, kid, let me take a look at you." Below the steps to heaven, the head instructor and the other senior instructors welcomed Wilder.
Wilder, who had just finished breaking through, was completely drenched in sweat. He was tired and needed some sleep so his body would modify properly, but these hold men had called him over abruptly.
"Hmm," the head instructor held onto Wilder for a good While checking his body structure and muscles, at least that is what it seemed like, but in truth he was trying to peer into Wilder's internal body, but he was met with nothing.
Ah," the head instructor couldn't help but shake his head; it was close to impossible to get the grade of the type of core formed after it had been dissipated; he could only wait to see how strong Wilder becomes.
"You are in the TRT company's scholarship program, right?" The head instructor asked Wilder
Wilder nodded slightly while cleaning some sweat from his face.
The TRT company was a big organization in the city, with a massive amount of power and influence; they were also the company that was funding not only Wilder's scholarship in the Warhawk Academy but also Anya's scholarship, and coincidentally they had a deep relationship with Noland and co., hence their position in the TRT company's dorm house.
TRT was a company that benefitted massively from the high heaven game. The game had not only become the last hope of mankind but also a massive economic center, the trade of sources was very lucrative, and most companies were into it. TRT and many others enlisted potential cadets in their scholarship programs because military school students had a higher skill rate in the game than normal people with no real fighting skill.
And as for Noland, he was an enforcer for the TRT dorm house, so he had the ability to kick those who fell back in the high heaven game; they weren't running a charity as they famously loved to say.
TRT is a moving train, If you fall behind, you fall off.
Wilder was one of the people who had fallen, and that was why the Noland had free reign to do whatever he wanted, but luckily that wasn't the case anymore.
"Since you've made it to the special grades class for year 3, we will be taking you off of that scholarship program," the head instructor assured Wilder with a pat on the shoulder.
He had people investigate Wilder during this whole ordeal; he knew that people of influence in the TRT group wanted to ruin him for whatever reason, and even though his faction wouldn't be getting Wilder, they still had to protect him after all, he was a cadet here.
Wilder nodded upon hearing this. It was a good turnout.
He no longer needed to worry about losing his place here, though he knew this was going to happen at least, if not he wouldn't have attacked Noland before coming here.
"Okay, join your friends over there," the head instructor commanded.
At this point, Liam's mother had disappeared into the shadows to avoid any conflicts.
"we pledge...…." The newly promoted cadets took their pledges, which marked the end of the event.
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Meanwhile, about 20km off from the city
There was a little camp in the middle of the scorching desert filled with about 30 men manhandling several blood mane lions in chains.
These men had white uniforms on with hoodies covering their faces and heads.
"I wonder what the boss needs blood mane lions for," one of the men in white said in the camp; he didn't look like the rest though
The others had a hood covering their heads, but these guys had an additional white helmet on their heads, setting them apart from the rest.
"How in the hell would I know? Why don't you go ask him yourself?" The other man in white said with a bit of an annoyed tone, They went to the same briefing and got the same order, but this guy here saw it fit to ask him the stupidest questions.
Before the other man could retort, he heard the footsteps of one of their men inching closer and closer to them.
"hm?" They both turned around simultaneously, and the person who had just run towards them had a bit of a shaky movement even when coming to give his report.
They couldn't help but be worried.
"Hoo hoo," the new arrival stopped as he breathed heavily.
"What's the matter?" one of the men asked abruptly.
They were basically done with their little escapade here, and everything seemed to be going as planned, so why was this guy losing his marbles all of a sudden?
"The tracker that was missing... I think we found it." The guy struggled to say the words but eventually did.
"So?" the men with helmets on said simultaneously; they were already growing impatient as the time went on.
This guy was really annoying; if this really was an emergency, they would all be dead because of how slow he was.
"It made its way to the city, and it's moving fast."
Just as the words left his mouth, their hearts clenched immediately.
The tracker they fired made its way 20km to the city? And was moving fast? That was impossible unless... it was attached to a blood-mane lion they had failed to capture during the battle.
"Let me see," the men with the white helmets said, grabbing the tablet from the one reporting this with lightning speed.
"It's inside the city?" Upon seeing the location, the man with the helmet on frowned.
This was big trouble.
"Pack up, we can't be found here!" From the distance, another man spoke in a commanding tone.
His own clothing looked different from the rest as his uniform had heavy patches attached to them and although his helmet looked similar, it had one distinct difference.
It had pointy horns attached on every side, forming a circle on his head.
As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone went into overdrive, and a few minutes later, the camp became a shell of its former self.
And the men in white
Were all gone.