The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 797 Opening

Many, many years ago, before reaching the interstellar world in his previous life, Jiang Hui once played a large-scale tag-tearing game.

It happened during Christmas when she had just started university. Many senior students from her department participated in the event, and she, as a newcomer to the department, was just there to make up the numbers. However, she ended up winning the biggest "treasure" of the event. This was something that neither the game organizers nor the participants expected.

As for that treasure—

Although it now appears to be just a silver bracelet without a brand, the thrilling experience of feeling her heart pounding and her pulse racing through the howling wind has stayed with her for many, many years.

She still remembers the look of surprise on the face of a staff member who was pretending to be just filming behind-the-scenes footage when she suddenly snatched the backpack from his back.

Please, although the game organizers did hire two or three people as behind-the-scenes staff to distract from the action, you were the only one carrying a bare backpack that looked like it was empty, and you were the only one wandering around various secluded corners with a camera.

He carries a bag even though he doesn't need to carry anything, and he's in charge of filming videos but always hides in a corner away from the commotion, with a strange schadenfreude on his face. If the mysterious "treasure" mentioned in the rules isn't hidden on you, where else could it be hidden?

Then, many interesting things happened in between, and even a homebody like Jiang Hui, who doesn't like to fight with others, got a little hooked on the game.

So this time, the interstellar version of the tag-tearing game has not only increased the number of participants by hundreds of times, but the venue has also expanded from a building to a mountain. I wonder what will happen this time?
A hint of amusement appeared on Jiang Hui's lips. The instant the instructor shouted "start," the student next to her, presumably the second student in Class Two, glanced at her with an ambiguous expression.

So this is what he looks like. He's not what I imagined; he looks so frail and weak. I really don't know how he managed to do all those things.
As the instructors at the starting line sounded their horns, these eager teenagers shot off like arrows released from a bow.

As a top-tier institution of higher learning, the Imperial United Military Academy naturally has extremely high requirements for its students. Even students in the most popular majors possess exceptional physical qualities, not to mention those in combat-related majors whose physical abilities rival those of chimpanzees.

As soon as the shouts were uttered, they rushed out of the starting line at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, heading straight along the planned path of the training field, as if some terrifying monster was chasing them. In fact, there were indeed people chasing them.

They stick labels on and peel them off; the labels are already stuck on their backs, so aren't they just waiting for them to peel them off?

Although the rules do not explicitly state the specific requirements for removing labels, they also do not say that you cannot remove other people's labels.

Human nature is inherently competitive. When everyone is on the same starting line and has the same goal, their first reaction is not to achieve that goal according to the rules, but to hunt down their fellow competitors. Before they've even taken a few steps, before they've even reached the main arena, some have already started tearing each other apart.

Although they were initially arranged according to the class numbers, once everyone shot off from the starting line, the order was instantly disrupted, and no one could tell who was who; all that could be seen were the number tags on the backs of the people in front of them.

Hearing the shouts coming from ahead, the instructors, who were probably specially summoned to teach the new students, showed no surprise whatsoever, appearing quite used to it. They then made their way in twos and threes to the viewing area that had been prepared beforehand. There, people were already busy adjusting the projection equipment, and now the area was filled with storyboards projected from various angles.

Colonel He, the instructor whom Jiang Hui described as having a terrible temper, found a seat and sat down listlessly, saying, "Who came up with this kind of opening training? It's childish and boring."

Colonel Wales happened to be sitting next to him and, hearing his harsh comments, reminded his comrade, who was known for his sharp tongue, with a touch of helplessness: "You should watch your mouth too." He knew that loose tongues could cause trouble, and this man's mouth had offended people more than once.

If he offends a high-ranking official one day, even if it doesn't have an immediate negative impact, it will still affect his career to some extent.

He Sui scoffed, seemingly oblivious to his colleague's words: "What did I say wrong? The front lines are tense right now, and the entire western sector is in chaos. All the legions are short-handed, and we're barely holding on to the western branch defenses. And yet, at this critical moment, they're pulling us out to take care of the kids. Whose idea was this?! It's utterly rotten."

These words left Wales speechless, and several of his colleagues who were also transferred out of Lai in the same batch remained silent, likely sharing similar thoughts.

However, Wells, who was in charge of this temporary operation, couldn't say it aloud, lest it provoke even more discontent among his companions. Although he knew it was true, and that everyone would think the same thing even if he didn't say it.

Even someone like He Sui, who always followed orders, couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity upon being transferred back from the front lines. What was going on? Was the person who issued this summons insane?
The defenses were severely understaffed, and there were also those lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. Plus, the time for generational change was fast approaching. Everyone in the various legions, whether openly or secretly, was on high alert. At this critical juncture, a group of experienced personnel was specifically drawn out to train the new recruits.

New recruit training is important, but it can't be more important than the front lines. While the front lines aren't indispensable, in that tense and demanding environment, you can never have too many people. Are you suggesting we take these relatively capable, experienced players to train newcomers, or are we really so insane as to train these fledglings and immediately send them to the front lines?
This idea is so absurd that even Kanyan Welsh wouldn't dare to consider it.

Military orders are absolute, and obeying commands is the most essential quality a general directly under the Imperial Army should possess. Therefore, even if he didn't understand and had doubts, Wales quickly calmed himself down and promptly guided his comrades, which was probably why his superior had entrusted this temporary unit to him.

"Alright, since it's already a done deal, there are many things we can't change." So all we can do is fulfill our responsibilities—that's all. Wells said.

He Sui didn't say anything in the end, but just stood with his arms crossed and watched the little ones perform.