Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Vice Principal Chen Zhiming's speech was not very long, which shows that he is a pragmatist who does not like long speeches.

The official start date of the semester is the 45th of the lunar month. These first batch of test takers have about 20 days to prepare for the complete transformation of their identities.

However, since it was already midnight, it was impossible for everyone to leave at this time. So they were taken to a temporary dormitory and given temporary toiletries.

After a quick wash, these exhausted young people, despite their excitement, instantly lost consciousness the moment their heads hit the pillows and fell fast asleep.

At this moment, in a dream.

Mo Zian returned to the lakeside that had appeared in his dream, but the old house by the lake was now closed, and no sound could be heard.

Mo Zian walked to the lakeside and looked down at the lake surface, but the mirror-like surface did not reflect any image, including Mo Zian's face.

"Hehehe, you seem very tired."

Mo Zian turned his head and saw that the faceless boy had opened the courtyard gate and was sitting cross-legged at the entrance. "You've used up almost all the ether in your body, aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

Mo Zian grinned and said, "Thank you."

The faceless boy was taken aback: "What are you thanking me for?"

Mo Zian shrugged: "Thank you for telling me you're afraid of ether."

"roar!"

The faceless boy got up in a fit of anger and yelled at Mo Zian.

Mo Zian, unfazed, strode towards the courtyard gate. Reaching it, he beckoned with his finger: "Come out if you dare!"

"Hmph, get out? You...wait, you..."

In an instant, Mo Zian grabbed the faceless boy by the collar and pulled him forcefully toward the door—of course, the boy crashed into the invisible wall that Mo Zian didn't perceive.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the boy crashed directly into the invisible wall, his face squashed again.

"What are you doing...?"

"Bang!"

"Let go..."

"Bang!"

"you……"

"Bang bang bang..."

"roar!"

The faceless boy roared and opened his hideous mouth to bite at Mo Zian's arm. Mo Zian dodged in a flash and then grabbed the boy's head with his other hand.

All I could see was the other person's short arms and legs frantically and weakly flailing around a few times before drooping down.

"What exactly do you want? You're the outsider! You are!"

The faceless boy's tone was complex, a mixture of hysteria and undisguised confusion and grievance.

"Whether I'm an outsider or not isn't up to you to decide," Mo Zian said quietly.

The faceless boy raised his head and looked at Mo Zian: "Then who decides? Is it you?"

Mo Zian quietly shook her head: "Of course what I say doesn't count, what that boy named Bengdouzai says counts."

"That was a powerless mortal! A person who couldn't even preserve his soul."

Hearing the other person's clearly defiant tone, Mo Zian looked at their ugly face and said, "So, you're very capable? If you're so capable, why did you let his parents be arrested? Where were you when his uncle sacrificed himself?"

The faceless boy was slightly taken aback, his momentum noticeably weakened, and he mumbled something under his breath, clearly trying to be defiant.

"Hmph, just a mortal, what makes me...?"

Mo Zian sneered, "Heh, so this is perhaps why you're trapped here. This is the mortal world; how many self-proclaimed gods have turned to dust?"

Mo Zian thought the other party would definitely be furious, but the faceless boy opposite him said in a strange tone, "When did I ever say I was a god?"

"If you're not a god, then you're a demon?"

"Ha! Demon? What a false proposition!" the boy said dismissively.

"Then what exactly are you?"

Mo Zian stared at the boy in front of him, and the faceless boy met his gaze. After a few seconds of silence, the boy spoke, "That's the question I also want to ask you: What exactly are you?"

Mo Zian shook his head. He knew that the negotiations had once again reached a stalemate, and the key to the deadlock was that neither side could gain the upper hand.

"If you don't want to talk, we'll schedule another time."

Mo Zian turned and left. The faceless boy did not stop him. It watched Mo Zian leave quietly before closing the courtyard gate.

Mo Zian lay down by the lake, and soon his consciousness drifted into a hazy state, returning to a deep sleep.

Silent all night.

The next morning, everyone was awakened by urgent whistles.

"Everyone, you have fifteen minutes to wash up, then assemble at the main entrance!"

Shen Yi's rough voice rang out in the dormitory. No one dared to be negligent and quickly finished washing up and getting dressed before gathering at the dormitory entrance.

Shen Yi, standing at the door, straightened the ranks, then led them to the backstage of an auditorium, where each of them received a brand-new military uniform.

The military uniform of the Guangwu Empire looks somewhat like a modified version of the Zhongshan suit. It is mainly black, and the army has an iron rifle insignia on the left breast, with a service badge below the insignia.

The difference between officers and soldiers lies in their hats; officers wear peaked caps, while soldiers wear conical caps.

Mo Zian took off his sweat-smelling training uniform and looked at his neatly dressed reflection in the military mirror, feeling quite satisfied.

Attention everyone!

While everyone was changing clothes, Shen Yidao said, "We'll be having a sword-presenting and rank-conferring ceremony later. It's very simple; I'll demonstrate it for you in a bit."

The ceremony may be simple, but you must understand that from this moment on, everything is different for you.

The ceremony was indeed simple, consisting of swearing an oath, receiving the sword, saluting, and then receiving the rank, but the atmosphere was very solemn.

Everyone stood in two rows on the stage of the auditorium, facing a huge flag of the Guangwu Empire, and everyone raised their right hands.

"I swear."

"I volunteer to become a soldier of the Guangwu Empire, loyal to the Emperor, loyal to the Empire, and loyal to the people."

"I will resolutely obey orders, strictly abide by military discipline, be brave and tenacious, and be unafraid of sacrifice, always ready to fight for the empire and for the people."

We will never betray the army, never abandon the people, and never rebel against the country; we swear to defend our homeland to the death!

The resounding oaths were incredibly powerful, and for a moment, Mo Zian felt as if he had returned to the time when he first joined the army in his previous life...

"Warrant Officer Mo Zi'an, step forward!"

"yes!"

The command snapped Mo Zian back to his senses, and he took a big step forward.

Vice Principal Chen Zhiming personally presented all the students with swords and insignia. The old man picked up a horizontal sword from the tray and handed it to Mo Zian.

"Catch the knife!"

"yes!"

Mo Zian took the sword and quickly lowered it to his side. Then, the old man Chen Zhiming fastened two silver bar straps to Mo Zian's collar—this was the warrant officer rank.

"salute!"

Mo Zian first bowed, and then the old man returned the bow.

Then the next one...

The 21 people quickly completed the ceremony, and then they were led to the office of the unified recruitment office, where they received their printed officer's certificates from a colonel named Liu Jingsong.

"You're Mo Zi'an, the child of Shuofeng Weapon Shop?"

The middle-aged soldier in front of him compared the black and white photo with Mo Zian's before handing it to him, saying, "It's a pleasure to see you here."

Mo Zian was slightly taken aback, then saluted and said, "I have achieved my goal. Thank you, Director Liu."

"No need to thank me, it's my duty. We won't let talented people go unnoticed here."

Liu Jingsong and Mo Zian's conversation was brief. After everyone had received their documents, Liu Jingsong arranged for a military troop transport truck to take them directly out of the military academy.

It was only in the car that Mo Zian had a chance to examine the sword in his hand closely—

The scabbard is pure black with a silver protective iron tip at the front. The main body of the handle is also black, except that the grip part is wrapped with red rope in a pattern, making it very comfortable to hold.

At the end of the hilt, there is a gilded coiled dragon.

"In our empire, only the swords of the capital's military academy bear the hilt of a coiled dragon," said Luo Chong, sitting opposite Mo Zian. "It means they are the prince's protégés, the elite of the empire's military..."

Luo Chong glanced at Mo Zi'an, who remained calm, and asked with some doubt, "Aren't you proud? I think you should be more excited."

"I am indeed excited, but not because of a carved knife."

Mo Zian said calmly, "Wanting carvings won't cost much, but you can't fight a war just by spending money, and carvings certainly won't."

Luo Chong, who was opposite him, was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously: "You're right."

Mo Zian chatted with his future classmates and comrades-in-arms along the way, while the military vehicle took them directly to the city gate.

After entering the city, these people went their separate ways.

However, there is a very serious problem—

It was so early in the morning, and the military academy in the capital didn't provide any food. I was starving!

Mo Zian rubbed his rumbling stomach. He never liked to let his stomach suffer, and then looked at the pancake stall next to him.

Dinner's ready!

"Boss, one pancake, with double the egg and sausage!"

"Okay!"

The owner was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was very efficient and quickly made a steaming hot pancake. He put the pancake into a brown paper bag and then casually picked up a grilled sausage from the side and stuffed it in as well.

"Uncle, we have rules, I'll give you the money..."

"What kind of money are you paying?"

The owner immediately refused the extra sausage that Mo Zian offered, saying, "I don't care about rules here. This is my treat. A kid your age needs to eat his fill, understand?"

Mo Zian didn't refuse again, and saluted, saying, "Thank you, Uncle!"

"Don't be shy, eat up!"

Mo Zian arrived at the post station at the city gate, carrying a sword in one hand and a pancake in the other. However, all the passenger carriages at the station had been called away by his classmates, leaving him alone and bewildered in the wind.

With no other option, Mo Zian sat down on a bench at the station, eating a pancake while waiting for the bus.

He had barely taken a couple of bites when a coachman yawned and walked up to Mo Zian: "Where are you going, young man?"

Mo Zian glanced at the other person: "Master, you're working the night shift this afternoon, right? It's not your shift time yet, and I'm going quite far."

"Where?" the driver asked.

"Zhenwu South Street," Mo Zian said.

"We haven't even left the city yet," the coachman waved to him. "I'll catch up on some sleep when I get back, it's the same thing."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Don't be shy, get in the car, let's go."

Mo Zian sat in the carriage, munching on a pancake while looking out the window at the street scene.

After putting on this outfit, everything changed. He realized that the admiration wasn't for him, but for the outfit he was wearing.

What these people need to do is perhaps not only how to repay this love and respect, but also how to be worthy of this uniform.

In this respect, the past life and this life are exactly the same.

The coachman was very skilled and drove very smoothly. After taking a nap in the carriage, Mo Zian opened his eyes and found that they were already at his doorstep.

The normal fare was around 80 silver dollars, but Mo Zian gave the driver 1 silver dollar directly. The driver accepted it gladly and drove away.

As Mo Zian got out of the car, he happened to see two officials dressed in moon-white civil service robes, carrying briefcases, walking into the shop first.