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"Full Body Armor" Rek immediately activated Genetic Mech, undergoing full body armor transformation. A thin layer of light green biological armor enveloped Rek.
Although it wouldn't have much effect in battle, at least it could reduce some of the contamination from toxic gases and radioactive substances on his body.
Having a deep understanding of the terrifying Glorious Empire and Biochemical Weapon, Rek did not want his body to be severely infected by viruses and radiation in this mission world.
It seemed that Rek's entire body had crossed over into this parallel mission world, feeling as if his current body was exactly the same as the one from his original time and space.
Rek was uncertain whether upon completing the mission and returning to his original time and space, the War God System would heal his infected body.
However, based on his understanding from over a month of contact with the War God System, he estimated that it would not waste energy on healing him.
Rek noticed a countdown displayed in front of his right eye: eighty-nine days, zero hours, twenty-three minutes.
There was also a skull symbol indicating that in fifty-nine days, zero hours, twenty-three minutes, the Glorious Empire and Star Alliance Federation would launch an attack with the Ultimate Weapon.
Descending from the pile of stones, Rek looked at the boys and girls on the playground and was surprised to find that several boys in tattered clothes were actually his classmates from high school in his original time and space.
The metallic ringing of a bell echoed, prompting the young people on the playground to rush towards the damaged teaching building that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
After a few seconds of being stunned, Rek quickly followed behind a few boys he recognized as classmates.
Upon entering the teaching building, Rek saw that the metal elevator doors were hanging at an angle on the first floor; the elevator had long been broken. The students were all running up the stairs.
Fortunately, the staircase was wide, and Rek followed the students up to the fifth floor. It was referred to as the top because the sixth floor had completely collapsed. The sixth floor had no ceiling above it, allowing a view of the gray sky.
Rek ran back to the door marked "Classroom 6102, Senior Class Two" written in thick black marker.
Approaching the door, he hesitated for a moment before seeing inside a large white object leaning against the ground, missing half of its structure.
The classroom had no desks; there were only a few wooden planks or stones serving as chairs.
More than twenty classmates in tattered clothing were present, some with bandages indicating injuries. They had laser guns or Laser Sword beside them and sat on makeshift chairs.
Looking at those students, Rek realized they were all familiar faces from his original Senior Class Two, but there were only about two-thirds of them compared to their original number.
When Rek looked at them, he noticed some students staring at him in surprise or looking behind him.
Rek then felt a cold breeze at the back of his head. "Not good, someone is ambushing me, aiming for my head," Rek sensed alertly.
Rek quickly dodged. Having lived in the apocalyptic world of Alien Species for nearly twenty years, his danger awareness was excellent. Instinctively, he turned and struck with his hand blade towards the shadow behind him, colliding with the long sword held by that figure.
Rek wasn't injured, but the shadow behind him staggered back a few steps and angrily shouted at Rek.
"Hey! Rek, you've gone rogue! Just when you got your Genetic Mech armor, you think you can turn the world upside down? You dare to hit me? Are you tired of living?" A familiar female voice emerged.
Rek looked and saw that the person speaking to him was a woman around thirty years old, dressed in a gray Combat Suit and holding a long sword with a sheath.
The one who had just attempted to ambush him was this woman with the sheathed sword. Even if he had been hit, the force from the sheathed sword wouldn't have caused much harm to armored Rek; it would just hurt a bit.
"Ah! Teacher, it's you! I thought I was being ambushed just now; it wasn't intentional," Rek said, recognizing her as his homeroom teacher from high school.
"If it were intentional, you wouldn't be standing here alive. Your reaction was pretty good; being able to fully armor up in such a short time shows great potential. Now go back to your seat and don't waste everyone's time. This is your last return to school before graduating high school; once we're done here, you'll be sent to the battlefield."
"Yes!" Rek replied somewhat dazedly. Still trying to grasp this Earth Parallel Space environment and his identity, he hurried into the classroom and found a broken wooden board in the corner to sit on.
It turned out that in this Parallel Space world, Rek had died or was directly replaced by himself; he wasn't clear on how the War God System worked. But now Rek was certain of one thing: at least in this timeline, there had been another Rek with the same body outline and voice as his own.
His classmates around him were exchanging glances while looking at Rek.
"Hey, Young Master Lei, impressive! It's been a few days and you're already daring enough to strike at our old teacher."
"Why did you choose full armor? Partial armor would give you combat power. Besides, there are no enemies right now; take off your armor!" two classmates whispered to Rek.
Rek didn't remove his armor; he was afraid that any slight difference in appearance from the previous Rek would be noticed, and he also feared being infected by the virus-radiated environment if he took off his full armor.
"Quiet! Whoever whispers again will be thrown out," said the homeroom teacher as she walked up to the podium. She struck her sheathed sword against the wall behind her.
With a loud bang, she created a small hole in the wall.
Seeing their teacher's anger, the students in the classroom immediately gripped their weapons tightly and dared not make another sound.
"Congratulations to all of you who have survived.
Starting today, you have officially graduated from three years of militarized high school! You are now formal warriors of the Star Alliance Federation, and this afternoon you will board a Transport Vehicle to the front lines.
Remember the knowledge you have gained over these three years at school; it may save your life on the battlefield one day.
For the glory and freedom of the Star Alliance Federation, go to the battlefield and fight against those bastards of the Glorious Empire," the homeroom teacher said loudly in a rough tone.
The brief speech from the homeroom teacher carried significant weight for Rek. He understood his current identity and situation in this timeline: he had just graduated from a military academy and was about to head to the front lines.
Rek thought about how, back in his original timeline on Earth, although female teachers could get angry, they never used foul language. He was surprised to find that in this parallel world ravaged by war, his teacher had taken on a tough persona.
Applause erupted in the classroom, and Rek joined in.
"Now I will call out your assigned units and numbers. Those whose names are called, come up to receive your soldier name tags.
This afternoon, you will board the corresponding military Transport Vehicle to the front lines.
Don't say I didn't warn you! If any of you aren't paying attention right now and end up missing your Transport Vehicle or getting on the wrong one, or fail to report to the front lines on time, you will be treated as a deserter by the military. I don't need to elaborate on what happens to deserters in the Star Alliance Federation," the female homeroom teacher said seriously.
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