Eric Thompson frowned slightly. Wasn’t it required to have a Force Index of three to qualify for the special class? He clearly hadn’t met the standard yet—could it be that Instructor made a mistake?

　　The students who didn’t need to stay quickly dispersed to check the class assignments in front of the teaching building. Those who didn’t make it into the elite classes naturally hung their heads in disappointment, while the chosen ones were full of pride.

　　Eric Thompson and thirty other boys and girls remained on the field. Looking at these future classmates, Eric Thompson realized he only recognized the fourth-ranked Sophie. This fiery American girl had graduated from the same middle school as him; the others were all strangers.

　　InstructorTravis waved his hand, signaling everyone to come closer, and then said excitedly, “For so many years, every class at the Ninth Advanced Warrior School has had a special class, but your class is the strongest in history!”

　　“Even the lowest Force Level among you has reached the standard of a level-three warrior. With such outstanding results, both the principal and I were so excited we couldn’t sleep all night. You carry the hopes of the school—perhaps even the entire Republic!”

　　“Welcome to the most elite class in the school! From today on, I am your executive instructor. My name is Travis.”

　　After introducing himself, Travis saw Eric Thompson raise his hand. He frowned slightly and asked curiously, “Eric Thompson, what is it?”

　　Eric Thompson shrugged and said, “Instructor, my Force Index hasn’t reached the standard yet. Did you make a mistake?”

　　Travis burst out laughing, and the principal and discipline director couldn’t help but shake their heads with a smile.

　　“How could I possibly make a mistake? I’d remember you even if you turned to ashes!” Travis pointed at Eric Thompson and said loudly, “Your name is Eric Thompson, fifteen years old, your home is under the overpass at the old machinery factory. A month ago, when you first entered the school, your Force Index was only 0.2. After a month, it shot up to 2.8! Just a hair’s breadth away from level three! Level-three warrior!”

　　“That’s right, your Force Index hasn’t reached three, but I’m making an exception! I want you to be the thirty-first member of the special class!”

　　TravisInstructor was not only rugged in appearance, but also spoke with great presence. In just a few words, Eric Thompson was left speechless.

　　Thinking back, Travis really had said something before about keeping an eye on Eric Thompson. It seemed his entry into the special class wasn’t a mistake after all.

　　“From 0.2 to 2.8 in a month!? How is that possible!?”

　　“Insane! That’s an absolutely crazy rate of advancement!”

　　“I know this guy—he’s from No. 72 Middle School by the overpass. I think he has a nickname: the Mad Dog under the Overpass.”

　　“Incredible! Is this Eric Thompson some kind of monster!?”

　　The surrounding students stared at Eric Thompson as if he were a rare animal. Raising one’s Force Index by 2.6 in a month? None of them had ever heard of such a crazy rate of advancement! It was truly astonishing!

　　After a pause, TravisInstructor looked very proud and mysterious as he said to the special class, “The reason I kept you here is for something very important. Follow me!”

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Eric Thompson suddenly heard a huge noise overhead—a Bird-7 military shuttle capable of vertical takeoff and landing descended from the sky!

Chapter 11: Career Assessment

　　The thirty-one special class students, along with Principal Megan Hall and InstructorTravis, boarded the Bird-7 military shuttle, all completely confused.

　　Boom~

　　The large shuttle roared as it took off, soaring to ten thousand meters before speeding westward inland.

　　Travis smiled and said, “You must be wondering where we’re going, right? To tell you the truth, we’re taking you to a secret Republican military base for career assessment!”

　　“The military doesn’t just need warriors—it also needs scouts, snipers, demolition experts, commanders, and other specialized talents. The career assessment is to evaluate your strengths and determine your future development path! Only geniuses like you get the chance for such an evaluation.”

　　Eric Thompson nodded slightly. He’d heard a bit about career assessments. After all, different careers required different qualities. Take scouts, for example—they needed to be calm, able to hide their abilities, and have keen observation skills. Not every warrior was suited for that.

　　And a warrior who could be a scout might not be fit for demolition work, since the demolition team needed a fearless, daredevil spirit.

　　Those suited for demolition might not be good at covering a main force’s retreat, since the cleanup team needed meticulous thinking and the ability to analyze the battlefield.

　　The modern military was moving more and more toward specialization, hoping to make the most of every warrior’s strengths—training not just soldiers, but also professionals.

　　Sitting next to Eric Thompson was the American girl Sophie. She had immigrated after North America fell, and had interacted with Eric Thompson a bit in middle school, so they were fairly familiar.

　　Sophie had a figure that Asian girls couldn’t match—her two plump, white “bunnies” on her chest seemed ready to burst out with every tremor of the aircraft, making her extremely alluring.

　　All the males in the cabin were having trouble breathing; several were practically drooling.

　　“What kind of career do you want?” Sophie asked Eric Thompson curiously.

　　Eric Thompson thought for a moment and said, “Being a warrior is good enough for me.”