Published: March 2, 2025
“Who?”
The vice-captain grinned and asked the captain, “Big boss, who exactly is that big shot you mentioned?”
“Yu, an eighth level limit breaker, a sequence-level expert who has recently emerged.”
Upon hearing the name “Yu,” Wen Yu was momentarily taken aback, but the reactions of his comrades around him surprised him even more.
“Yu? Who is that? I’ve never heard of them.”
“Probably just another wild chicken sequence, shouldn’t be very strong.”
“I’m telling you, selecting imperial guards from wild chicken sequences isn’t about letting us fight; they’re looking for servants. You know, the ones who serve tea, fetch water, and cook.”
“Yu? That name can’t belong to a woman, right…”
The noise around Wen Yu grew chaotic, but he remained silent, piecing together the information.
It was clear that at the eighth level, Yu hadn’t made a name for herself yet; her fame was not significant, and even gathering imperial guards required selecting “talent” from the cannon fodder camp…
There were no talents here!
However, combining this information with what Wen Yu had learned from Bai made everything seem reasonable…
This dream woven by the fate beast was like a script written in advance—the script adapted from reality or perhaps was a perfect replica of reality, which Wen Yu still didn’t understand. He was merely an actor in this drama, and everything had to follow the script provided by the fate beast.
But that was okay— the enhancement effect of the Purple Mist continued to flow in abundance. If the fate beast wanted to play, Wen Yu would accompany it; the things in the dream didn’t matter; he wouldn’t take them seriously. The enhancement the Purple Mist provided in reality was the tangible benefit he could see and feel.
Besides, now that the script had moved to the scene of Yu recruiting imperial guards, Wen Yu believed he didn’t need to do anything; he just had to follow the development of the script, and everything would be smooth—because it was all prearranged…
…
The discussions around him lasted for about half a minute before settling down.
Although this was just a cannon fodder camp, the soldiers within were still cannon fodder, but at the eighth level, even cannon fodder had the necessary combat quality.
Once the discussions quieted, the entire team of 150 stood as still as stones, their backs straightened—although their earlier words showed disdain for Yu, a sequence-level expert was still a sequence-level expert, and even the guards from a wild chicken sequence were much better than being cannon fodder.
In this solemn atmosphere, not long after, a vehicle slowly drove into the camp.
…
“Salute!”
The captain shouted, and all the soldiers of the team promptly raised their right hands, performing a sharp military salute. The synchronized movements and the sound of arms brushing against the air showcased the soldiers’ “elite” status…
Well, a show of face was still necessary; after all, it was a chance to reach the top, and no one could afford to be slack.
Under the gaze of 150 pairs of eyes, the car door was pulled open, and a long leg clad in black stockings stepped out first…
Peeking into the situation…
Yu was not just a woman; she was a woman with an excellent figure.
Standing in the center of the lineup, Wen Yu could even hear his comrades around him swallowing their saliva.
Until another long leg stepped out of the car, and as Yu’s figure fully came into view, he vaguely sensed a surge of male hormones filling the entire formation in that instant.
So beautiful…
Even according to Wen Yu’s aesthetic standards, he had to admit that Yu's appearance was highly alluring.
At around 2.2 meters tall, she was considered tall among women in the Mossley Great World. Her black combat uniform paired with a combat mini-skirt, along with her long legs in black stockings, made her an undeniable temptation in the military camp.
However, Wen Yu wasn’t focused on Yu’s appearance; he was fixated on the little soul beast floating on her shoulder, a look of surprise slowly rising in his eyes.