We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

"Why is he all alone?"

"It's not just one person, look at his armband!"

All eyes were focused on Ye Yan's left arm.

There, a blood-red logo was embroidered.

It's not the typical "new recruit" badge for freshmen, but rather...

"team leader?!"

"He's the captain?!"

"Are you kidding me? A freshman as team leader? I've never heard of that before!"

Whispers spread through the crowd.

Ye Yan ignored these discussions and simply carried his backpack toward the freshman registration area.

It was a two-story building, with a long queue at the entrance.

The people in line were all freshmen this year, most of them looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and their faces still had the innocence of students.

Ye Yan walked to the end of the line and waited.

A fat guy in front of him glanced back at him, then at the acceptance letter in his hand, and whispered:

"Dude, you were also assigned to the vanguard battalion?"

"No," Ye Yan said.

"Which battalion are you from?" the fat man asked curiously.

"Vanguard Battalion".

The fat man's expression changed instantly.

"The...vanguard battalion?" His voice rose, drawing the attention of the men in front. "Isn't that the suicide squad? What have you done?"

"Murder," Ye Yan said calmly.

The fat man immediately turned his head away, not daring to ask any more questions.

The line moved forward slowly.

When it was finally Ye Yan's turn, half an hour had passed.

Behind the registration window sat a middle-aged military officer with the rank of major on his shoulder insignia.

He didn't even look up, and mechanically said:

"Admission notice".

Ye Yan handed over the notification letter.

The middle-aged officer took it and glanced at it.

His hand stopped.

The middle-aged officer stared at a certain spot on the notification, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Ye Yan?" He looked up at the young man in front of him.

"it's me."

The middle-aged officer fell silent.

He looked at Ye Yan, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—shock, regret, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"What a pity."

He finally said, shook his head, and handed the notice back.

"Vanguard Battalion, Third Battalion, Seventh Squad. Your base is located at this location on the map."

He pushed a base map in front of Ye Yan and circled a place with a red pen.

Ye Yan took the map and glanced at it.

"Thank you, sir."

He turned and left.

Behind him, the middle-aged officer looked at his retreating figure and shook his head.

"18,370,000 points... how did I end up in the vanguard camp...?"

"Something must have gone wrong. Should we report this to our superiors?"

No, we have to go there now.

If such a person dies on the battlefield in a muddled way, he is a sinner.

Thinking of this, he ignored the students in line, immediately got up and left, causing the freshmen to wail.

"Oh, sir, where are you going!"

. . .

The suicide squad's base.

Following the directions, Ye Yan found the location of the third training camp.

The camp was located in a remote open space, with a few dilapidated tents standing crookedly, looking much more rudimentary than a typical freshman camp.

There were already more than a dozen people standing outside the tent.

They wore the same training uniforms as Ye Yan, but their demeanor was completely different.

Some were squatting on the ground smoking, some were dozing against the tents, and some were pushing and shoving each other.

There was no nervousness or excitement in their eyes.

It is filled with negative emotions such as resentment, anger, fear, and terror.

Some of them weren't even freshmen.

They are real soldiers.

The veteran members of the suicide squad sat there quietly, watching Ye Yan.

Ye Yan glanced at these people and had already made a judgment in his mind.

Problem children.

Those assigned to the suicide squad were mostly problem children.

Some were sent here for breaking the rules, some were ostracized for having personality problems, and some, like him, were punished for killing someone.

In short, none of them are normal people.

Ye Yan's gaze continued to sweep across the crowd.

Then he stopped.

At the very end of the line, a small, thin figure stood there with his head tucked in.

She lowered her head, her long hair covering most of her face, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, looking like a frightened rabbit.

Ye Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Su Wanqing.

He hadn't expected that Su Wanqing was also in the suicide squad.

But on second thought, it makes sense.

Although she eventually told him about Chen Tianhao's plan, which could be considered an act of redemption, it did not change the fact that she stole the design drawings.

Sending her to the suicide squad was both a punishment and a form of protection.

After all, with the Chen family's downfall, her life as "Chen Tianhao's girlfriend" wouldn't be easy in the ordinary ranks.

Ye Yan withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her.

He is not a saint.

He will not retaliate against Su Wanqing, but he will not forgive her either.

The best relationship is no relationship.

However, before Ye Yan could even sort out her thoughts, the "problem children" in front of the tent had already started making a ruckus.

"Ah! I've been assigned to the suicide squad! I'm doomed! I've been abandoned!"

A chubby boy squatted on the ground, holding his head and wailing.

"Waaaaah, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"Is there any cake here?" Another boy, as thin as a bamboo pole, squatted beside the tent, rummaging through his backpack with a disappointed look. "No cake, not even biscuits..."

"Hey!" A dark-skinned boy suddenly stood up, pointing at Ye Yan, "What makes you think you can be our captain?!"

"Exactly! Exactly!" Several people nearby chimed in, "So what if you got first place in the assessment!"

"Damn it, I don't care! I'm not having it!" The dark-skinned man's voice grew louder and louder. "What kind of freshman is a team leader? Isn't it always the upperclassmen who mentor the freshmen?!"

It's a "behind-the-scenes cover-up".

A boy wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and corrected him.

"It's not 'Kuroki.' Also, the rules do state that freshmen who pass the Hell Mode test can serve as team leaders during military training. It's just that no one has passed Hell Mode in a long time, so few people know about it."

"Then we're doomed?!" The chubby boy cried even louder. "We're already the suicide squad with the highest mortality rate, and now they've made a freshman our captain! We're doomed, we're doomed!"

The scene was chaotic.

Ye Yan stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at these noisy, troubled children, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't speak.

He just stared at the dark-skinned man who was yelling the loudest.

The dark-skinned man continued shouting:

"Hey, come with me now!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because a hand had already grasped his face.

That hand was large, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

But its power is astonishing.

The dark-skinned man's voice was muffled in his palm, turning into an indistinct sob.

He was about to resist.

can.

A terrifying force emanated from that arm, like a mountain pressing down.

boom!

The dark-skinned man's head was slammed hard onto the ground.

The ground shattered, and rubble flew everywhere.

The previously noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was stunned.