The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

A swarm of helicopters took off.

It disappeared into the night sky.

On an open space.

More than 300 training team members who were not selected stood there.

They looked up at the night sky.

I gazed in the direction where the helicopter had disappeared.

For a long time.

No one speaks.

No one is moving.

Only the night breeze caressed their faces.

Blow dry the sweat and paint off their faces.

There, their comrades-in-arms reside.

There, lies their ideal.

There lies the place they strive with all their might to reach.

In everyone's heart, a cry is being made—

Brother, come back alive!

wait for me!

I'll select you again when I'm chosen, so I can become your comrade-in-arms!

we--

Fighting side by side.

The Butcher, Yama, and the Dragon God stood to one side.

Their gazes fell upon the more than 300 team members.

Their eyes lit up!

That light, it was like seeing—

A mountain of gold!

"Oh shit……"

Yama muttered to himself.

"These are the people who have caused us trouble before..."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In that smile, there was admiration, longing, and even more—

We are determined to win!

The butcher's gaze was even more direct.

He stared at the team members as if they were prey.

"The kind of person who can make the Fifth Category Army suffer losses..."

"Someone that even a butcher can't catch..."

"Someone who can leave even the Dragon God and Yama helpless..."

He licked his lips.

"I'm going to take it."

The Dragon God remained silent.

But his eyes said it all.

Under that calm, still gaze—

It is a surging desire.

The King of Hell made a move.

He walked quickly to a training team member.

The team member was looking up at the night sky.

In his eyes, there was disappointment, resentment, and longing.

The King of Hell stretched out his hand.

She put her arms around his neck.

Their actions were as intimate as those of longtime comrades-in-arms.

"brother!"

His voice was fervent.

"I know you! You're a sniper!"

"How about you consider joining our Dragon Fang?"

The team member turned his head.

Looking at the King of Hell.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Don't worry!

Yama patted his chest.

"Once you come, you'll be part of Dragon Fang's main fighting force!"

"Excellent benefits! Excellent equipment! Excellent status!"

The team member remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth.

The voice was somewhat deep.

"Before... I thought Dragon Fang was my goal..."

He shook his head.

"But now... that's no longer the case."

Yama, the King of Hell, was stunned.

The team member's gaze returned to the night sky.

Look in the direction where the helicopter disappeared.

"Because the head instructor... is a legend."

His voice became firm.

"He led us out of hell."

"He led us to create miracles."

He turned his head and looked at Yama, the King of Hell.

"If it weren't for an urgent mission—"

"We're less than ten kilometers from Zone 5!"

"In other words, we have already created a miracle!"

"We have won this battle!"

"So, I don't know where to go from here."

"But I know one thing—"

"We've all been through hell!"

"That's a journey every professional soldier must go through!"

"It is also a path for the strong!"

"We've all made it!"

His voice rose in pitch.

You wouldn't understand.

"You can't understand it either."

"Because of this path to becoming a strong person—"

"There is no end."

"Only by constantly surpassing ourselves."

The King of Hell opened his mouth.

But he couldn't speak.

He couldn't refute it.

He genuinely didn't understand what the other person was saying.

They couldn't understand how he, as a rookie, could have lost to them.

Old Liu stood not far away.

Looking at this scene.

Standing beside him were Zeng Yong, Wang Lihai, and Mo Wei.

Three military leaders.

Old Liu's gaze swept over the more than 300 team members.

Then, he spoke softly:

"You want these people, right?"

Zeng Yong, Wang Lihai, and Mo Wei nodded in unison.

His eyes were eager.

Old Liu sighed.

"These people all have the heart of a strongman now."

"And even more so, an unwavering belief that transcends everything."

"And the head instructor has become their faith."

He looked at the three of them.

"If they go to your area, you will have a hard time controlling them."

Wang Lihai became anxious.

"Old Liu, what should we do?"

Old Liu shook his head.

"unless--"

"You agreed to their request and went to your place—"

"Allow them to continue participating in the selection process for the later-stage Mysterious Forces."

"An opportunity to fight alongside the head instructor!"

"That's when they'll go."

His gaze deepened.

"Now, with their perspective and arrogance—"

"And their beliefs—"

He shook his head again.

"You'll have a hard time persuading them."