Warhammer: Empire Reboot

There was envy and regret in that smile.

At night, the people in Gray Brick Alley stay up later than usual.

This was the first time they seriously discussed joining the army.

“My son is bad at reading, so I’ll send him to tutoring tomorrow.”

How do I practice for reaction tests?

"If lung scans are done during physical exams, does that mean all the kids who work in mines are in danger?"

"I heard there are logistics engineers, medical support personnel, and Starport defense personnel; not all of them will go to the front lines."

Are PDFs really that popular now?

"It's not about being popular."

A lame old soldier sat on the doorstep, slowly wiping his old military badge.

"They chose it."

This statement silenced many people.

In the past, the imperial army was like a net.

Whoever is unlucky gets bailed out.

Now, it's like a door.

You need to be qualified to get in.

The contrast was so great that they couldn't adapt to it for a while.

The next day, several strange things happened in Gray Brick Alley.

Several teenagers started running around the block.

A young man who was usually lazy went to enroll in a literacy class.

Roche's father lent his son the best coat in the house when he went to report for duty.

Caso took Leon to the mechanical maintenance preparatory training center.

There were also many people queuing outside the registration area.

Leon looked at the line and suddenly smiled.

Casso asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Yesterday I felt ashamed of being rejected."

"And today?"

"I discovered today that even getting a machine repaired requires queuing up."

Casso looked at him.

Leon took a deep breath.

"dad."

"Ah."

"If I get into Starport in the future, could you get a new leg?"

Casso remained silent for a moment.

"Take good care of yourself first."

I asked if it was possible.

Casso looked at his son's face.

That face still held the stubbornness of a nineteen-year-old, the shame of a nineteen-year-old, and the resentment of a nineteen-year-old.

But there was something else inside.

Casso nodded.

"can."

Leon smiled.

At the same time, in the new PDF training camp of Talos-7, Roche and tens of thousands of new recruits stood on the parade ground.

Before them stood a row of foundational instructors.

"You were chosen because you are qualified."

"Being qualified does not mean being excellent."

"Excellence requires training."

"From today onward, you will learn to fire, move, obey, judge, cooperate, and survive."

The wind passed under the palm print flag.

"The Lord of the Seal doesn't need numbers that can run away."

"The Lord Chief Seal needs soldiers who can protect the homeland."

In the ranks of new recruits, Roche clenched his fists.

A young man next to him whispered, "That sounds pretty human."

Roche lowered his voice: "Shut up, or you'll get rejected on the first day."

The young man immediately stood up straight, his neck stiff as a gun barrel.

Outside the training camp, many family members were still there.

They watched through the iron bars as their children, brothers, husbands, and wives lined up.

In the past, this scene would have resembled a funeral.

Today, however, things are much more complicated.

Roche's mother stood in the crowd, her eyes red, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Someone nearby said sarcastically, "Don't be too happy yet, the army is still the army."

"I know."

"Then what are you laughing at?"

She looked at her son on the playground.

“They used to snatch children.”

“Today, my son walked in by himself.”

"His selection proves he is capable."

In the evening, many families on Talos-7 chatted a little longer before dinner.

They began to pray that their child's training would go smoothly, that he would pass the physical examination, that his military pay would be paid on time, and that after his discharge he would be able to work in a port, the police department, a water purification station, or a factory supervision post.

They still knew that war would kill people.

They also knew that the Lord's army would never be gentle.

But for the first time, they felt that serving in the military was no longer just about being dragged into a meat grinder.

It began to become a road.

A dangerous, rigorous, and qualification-required path that can allow a low-income family to take a half-step upward.

No. 7, Gray Brick Lane.

Before the Leon family ate, Tiffany told them about her brother's gray recommendation letter and Roche's blue acceptance letter from next door.

She spoke with great excitement, as if both were pieces of good news.

Leon wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Yuna distributed the rations.

The water is very clear today.

It's so clean you can see the scratches on the bottom of the cup.

Kaso picked up his water glass.

"May the Emperor watch over us."

"May Your Excellency hold power for a long time."

Tiff blinked.

"And you also need to be in good health."

………………

On the day that Lawson's total number of assassins reached the billion mark, the swarm mentality emitted a low tremor deep within Lawson's consciousness.

Like some kind of giant beast that has completed the closure of its skeleton.

The number of nodes has exceeded one billion.

[Swarm computing power has reached a new level.]

[Host's psionic capacity limit increased.]

Lawson sat by the window in the spire of Tower 3 of Obulus, his gaze fixed on the sky in the distance, which had become much clearer.

The sky is still not exactly beautiful, but at least there is sunshine.

Swarm intelligence pushes new data streams to Lawson.

He raised his hand.

A dark gold shadow blade slid out from his sleeve and hovered above his palm.

Then came the second one.

The third one.

The thousandth one.