"Today is the day you all fill out your assignment preferences!" Teacher Javion announced gravely as he handed out the assignment forms to each student.

The entire classroom was filled with tension and fear as the students stared at the forms in front of them. Some even started to cry, gripping their desks tightly.

"Teacher Javion, I don't want to graduate. I'm not ready to grow up!" one chubby boy sobbed.

"Teacher Javion, where will we be assigned? Is it safe there?" a timid girl asked, looking at Javion with hopeful eyes, seeking reassurance.

Bertram looked at his assignment form, feeling a deep sense of unease. This wasn't like the world before he crossed over, where graduating from high school meant freedom. In this world, graduating meant leaving the safety of the protected zone and heading into extremely dangerous areas.

A hundred years ago, peaceful cities were invaded by beings from another dimension. Brutal one-eyed giants smashed through human doors, tearing apart anyone inside. Swift and fierce two-headed wolves roamed the streets, and enormousunicorn beasts swallowed helicopters whole.

Then there were the powerful humans from the other dimension, who began to annihilate entire cities.

In the face of such a catastrophe, humanity was nearly wiped out, leaving only one city barely surviving on this land. The city was divided into many zones, with a buffer area guarded by the military outside the city.

This city was humanity's last safe zone. Only those who made significant contributions to humanity were allowed to live there.

People like Bertram and hisclassmates, whose parents didn't qualify to live in the city, were protected by the Federation until they graduated from high school.

Upon graduation, they would leave the city and head into the dangerous areas outside, to fight against the beings from another dimension.

The combat power of these beings was overwhelming for ordinary humans. Only those who trained in martial arts or awakened special abilities could stand a chance against them.

Martial arts training and ability awakening depended on talent, and these children had been tested for itwhen they were first brought to the city.

Bertram's martial arts talent was rated only at F-level, and he had no special abilities at all.

The talent rating system ranged from F, E, D, C, B, A, to S.

A person's talent rating not only determined their training speed but also their potential ceiling.

This was the most despairing part.

For example, Bertram's F-level martial arts talent meant that his lifetime limit in martial arts was F-level, with almost no chance of breaking through to E-levelAnd F-level was the weakest among the otherworldly beings.

Moreover, Bertram hadn't even reached this level yet.

His class was just the most ordinary one in the academy, and most of his classmates were in a similar situation. This made the upcoming assignment selection process particularly disheartening.

"Almost all the assignment locations are high-risk areas."

The last human city was called Dawn City, and the assignment locations were not far from it. Essentially, they existed to protect Dawn City.

Bertram took a deep breath. He hadbeen preparing for this assignment selection for a long time. After meticulously analyzing past data, he found that there were a few relatively safer departments in certain areas.

He picked up his pen and started filling out the form, praying that fewer people would choose these places so he could get in. Otherwise, if he didn't get selected, he would be assigned randomly.

Random assignment meant joining the Dawn Army, also known as the Death Army, where half of the recruits didn't survive a month.

As Bertram was filling out the form, a yellow metallic disk suddenlyappeared in front of him. The disk resembled a clock face with numerous intricate markings, and at the top, it bore the words "Infinite Life."

Just as Bertram was puzzled, the metallic disk transmitted a burst of information.

Host: Bertram

Level: Unranked

Martial Arts Talent: F-level

Special Ability Talent: None

One unlimited life simulation available...

What does this mean? Could it be that my golden finger, after all theseyears, has finally remembered me?

Bertram's eyes lit up with excitement.

He was quite familiar with life simulations. They allowed you to simulate your future based on your current circumstances, providing valuable insights and references.

Right now, he was in the process of filling out his placement preferences, anxious about his future. This golden finger couldn't have come at a better time. He could see if his choices would be successful.

Bertram put down his pen and activated the golden finger for his first unlimited life simulatnion. As the metallic bronze disk spun wildly, thefirst simulation finally appeared.

[Year Z100, June 12: You received the placement preference form that would determine your fate from your homeroom teacher, Mr. Javion. With a glimmer of hope, you filled in three relatively safe options you had previously researched.

Year Z100, June 18: The results were announced.

First option, East Zone 25 Health Management Office, 3,025 applicants. You were not selected.

Second option, West Zone 16 Logistics Office, 4,321 applicants. You were not selected.

Third option, South Zone 2 Cleaning department. This was a department that rarely hired anyone. You had heard about an opening by chance and filled it in with the most hope. There were 3 applicants, and among them, your final grades were the best. You were successfully selected.]

On June 22, Year Z100, you were thrilled to be successfully assigned to the South Zone 2 Cleaning Department, a relatively safe place where the annual rookie death rate never exceeded 20%. Many of your classmates envied you. However, a notice soon arrived with disappointing news: due to failing the subsequent political review, you could not join the South Zone 2Cleaning Department and would be randomly assigned to the Dawn Army instead.

You were puzzled. Your record was spotless, and with both parents deceased, how could you possibly fail the political review?

On July 1, Year Z100, you officially joined the Dawn Army on an expedition to eliminate otherworldly creatures. You felt a deep sense of injustice. As you traveled with the team, you gradually uncovered the truth. Among the three applicants, someone named Hayden, who ranked second, had used some unknown influence to push you out. Being powerless, you were relegatedto the Dawn Army.

On July 3, Year Z100, you were part of Dawn Army Squad 36. During a cleanup operation, your squad was surrounded by three two-headed wolves in a house. You watched helplessly as your teammates were killed, their bodies devoured by the wolves. In a moment of crisis, you miraculously broke through, achieving an F-rank in martial arts. However, the dramatic turn of events where you would defeat the wolves did not happen. Even at F-rank, you were no match for the three two-headed wolves.

SUPERNATURAL TALENT REWARD

In your final moments, you seemed to glimpse a hazy glow of the world, reflecting on your life. Only the first sixteen years seemed meaningful.

As a transmigrator, were you really only destined to live for sixteen years?

You wondered, if that guy named Hayden hadn't taken your spot in the South Zone 2 Cleaning Department, would you have been spared?

Listening to the sound of the two-headed wolf gnawing on your flesh, you reluctantly embraced death.After reading through the life simulation, Bertram's hands shook violently.

Today was June 12th, and he was supposed to die on July 3rd?

Bertram felt a sense of urgency. In the entire simulation, the turning point in his life happened when he applied for the South Zone 2 Cleaning Department. The spot he was supposed to get was snatched by someone named Hayden.

As a result, he was miserably assigned to the Dawn Army.

The Dawn Army was a forward-moving force, leaving the city to explore areas occupied byextradimensional beings. It was far more dangerous than the usual assigned areas.

Bertram looked at the assignment application form in his hand. The three pre-selected options were all unsuccessful, and failing to get any of them meant being assigned to the Dawn Army.

The Dawn Army—anywhere but there!

Bertram gritted his teeth and chose three new areas.

The Defense Force of East Zone 12, the Sweepers of South Zone 13, and the Scouts of North Zone 5.

These roles also involved contactwith extradimensional beings, but the survival rate was much higher compared to the Dawn Army.

Just as Bertram finished filling out these new options, the metal bronze disk began to spin again, and a surge of information flooded into Bertram's mind.

[Reshape Destiny: You altered your original application choices, causing a significant change in your destiny trajectory, meeting the requirements for reshaping destiny. In your original fate, your life experiences and insights into martial arts abilities will now merge with your current self.

This is the basic reward for reshapingdestiny.

Additionally, based on the difficulty of reshaping destiny, the host can receive different numbers of random rewards.

Easy: One time.

Hard: Two times.

Hell: Three times.

This time, the difficulty of reshaping destiny is easy, and the host will receive one random reward, which is being drawn now.

You have received an F-level ability activation crystal. By using this crystal, you will randomly unlock an F-level ability talent.This infinite life simulation ends here, and the next simulation will be available in one day.]

A huge influx of information surged into Bertram's mind. Firstly, in his original destiny, after joining the Dawn Army, he experienced changes in his combat awareness during training with the army. Most importantly, Bertram had insights from a life-and-death breakthrough to F-level.

As these insights entered Bertram's mind, he realized that although his martial arts cultivation hadn't reached F-level yet, his understanding had. With the right nutrients, he could quickly elevatehis martial arts cultivation to F-level.

Bertram felt a surge of joy in his heart.

No matter what, improving his cultivation was a good thing, especially since he couldn't join a non-combat department now; all his applications were for combat departments.

Only by improving his cultivation could he survive better.

Even if it wasn't the Dawn Army, the annual death rate in other regions was still over 30%.

Bertram weighed the object in his hand—a transparent crystal that had somehow appeared there. It seemedit could activate a new ability.

Abilities were valuable. A good one could significantly increase a person's chances of survival, even more than martial arts skills.

Why was Bertram always thinking about survival? Because this world was incredibly dangerous. Just staying alive was a challenge.

He activated the F-level ability crystal, and it quickly absorbed into his palm, unnoticed by those around him.

Bertram felt a sudden explosion in his mind. In a daze, he sensed a bundle of silver-white, resilient energy threads forming in his brainA message appeared: F-level ability [Silver Threads] activated.

Silver Threads: Can shoot up to three silver, resilient energy threads to assist in combat.

Intrigued, Bertram couldn't resist extending a silver thread from his fingertip. The thread grew longer and longer until it reached about three feet, at which point Bertram started to feel the strain.

What's going on? Only three feet?

What could he do with just three feet?

Suddenly, Bertram understood.

His ability was limited by his current level.Even though the ability was an F-level talent, that only indicated its potential. His actual ability level hadn't reached F-level yet.

Training an F-level ability could take ages, but Bertram quickly remembered the experience and insights he had gained from his last simulation.

If martial arts skills could be improved, then abilities should be able to as well.

"Bertram, it's time to submit your assignment preference form!" said Mr. Javion, the homeroom teacher, patting Bertram on the shoulder.

Bertram handed over his preferenceform to Mr. Javion, who took a look at it.

"Not bad choices!" Mr. Javion remarked.

Bertram hadn't chosen any of the non-combat departments. Everyone wanted to go to those places, thinking they had some exclusive inside information. But how could such information be known only to one person?

Choosing those places often resulted in being rejected and then randomly assigned to the Dawn Army. The Dawn Army was almost a death sentence for anyone who wasn't a genius."Please, let me get in!" The students in the classroom were all praying fervently.

According to the life simulation, the final results would be announced in six days.

Since Bertram had already given up on the safer departments, it was almost certain he would be assigned to a combat department. There was no point in overthinking it.

The priority now was to improve his strength to level F before officially heading out.

"Teacher, I want to buy some blood and flesh of extra-dimensional creatures to enhance my martial artsskills," Bertram said to Mr. Javion after class.

Before graduation, these items could be purchased through the school. But after graduation, one had to buy them in the real world, and Bertram, being a newbie, clearly lacked the experience.

Mr. Javion looked at Bertram and thought to himself that he had not misjudged this kid. This was the right attitude to have when facing graduation assignments.

"Let me recommend a shop to you," said homeroom teacher Javion. "The owner is a good person and won't sell you fake or low-quality products.The prices are also quite reasonable!" Teacher Javion felt genuinely sorry for these kids. Without residency permits for the city, this farewell might be forever. Most of them would likely face death or injury within the next year.