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He couldn't help but reminisce about his past life. As for the previous Wu Hua, he had no idea what the future held for him, nor did he intend to force him to join the team. After all, people's hearts are not something that can be easily changed.
However, he could only project his thoughts onto those former companions. It seemed that among the soldiers, a few must have already retired. In today's social environment, even civilians find it difficult to secure suitable jobs. Retired soldiers often spend their initial phase in the Barracks training hard, and once they enter society, they can only struggle at the bottom of an extreme social environment. Although they receive some wealth from their service each month, that money barely covers rent, which is incredibly challenging.
The Hunters of the Hunter Association, while similar in nature to those in the Barracks, were still somewhat distanced from society. This was because being a Hunter involved a high-risk job with a very high mortality rate. While there were high salaries involved, sometimes one had to pay with their life for that salary. Consequently, the insurance payouts after death were substantial.
Sometimes, value isn't always measured in money; discussing money feels too mundane. Yet some people have no choice; living in reality without talking about money is unrealistic. After all, one cannot survive without it. Heroes often bow down for mere pennies, feeling helpless in their frequent struggles against poverty.
Thus, while money is something that everyone in society desires—even saints must bow before it—everyone still needs to eat. Those conscripted soldiers who trained hard in the Barracks often find themselves living at the bottom of society after retirement. Freyr only hoped that his former companions could live a little better and that he could bring back one or two of them. This would not only enhance the team's strength but also improve cohesion.
However, the initial phase would be somewhat troublesome; he would need to spend extra Reward Points to equip them with weapons. Their combat readiness would be better than pulling newcomers from elsewhere for training since he already knew them well. He just wondered how many would still remember him after such a long time. As long as they met the skill requirements, entering the Hunter Association through his invitation wouldn't be too difficult. The challenge lay in whether these heroes had found their own paths or had lost interest and retired from their former lives.
This was quite a headache. Take Wu Hua for example; no matter how strong his abilities or how ambitious his revenge might be, after witnessing his brother being killed by the Zerg right before him, his heart sank along with that lost life.
His current state was not much different from that of the deceased; aside from eating and sleeping, he was merely working. The meaning of living had been lost to him; previous ideals and dreams, along with the aspirations of his parents' generation, had vanished from his mind. He was living for others without knowing what he was truly living for.
"Commander, you still have your old comrades! Bring them over! Everyone can still be good buddies," Ross said with a mischievous grin.
Freyr smiled and shook his head in clear refusal: "What are you talking about? I do have many comrades, but I don't know how they're doing now. If they're doing well and I drag them from some paradise into this dead-end place, wouldn't that be harming them? As a friend, I hope they can live well; as a comrade, I don't want them to continue staying with someone like me. After all, what we do is dangerous work—it's not right to expect others to abandon everything and follow us into danger."
Ross continued with his suggestion: "Well, regardless of anything else, Commander, take a look around. We still have two missions left anyway. We'll search here first; if we can't recruit anyone by the deadline, we'll manage with just us for now."
His words sounded quite practical; indeed, they were taking it step by step now. However, their team construction needed to advance significantly as well; thus, their personnel must be adequately equipped. Moving from the bottom up to become a Soldier-Level Hunter Team was already quite an achievement.
To understand, there is a clear probability that the transition from a Soldier-Level Hunter Team to another Soldier-Level Hunter Team represents a significant leap in progress. The initial missions are often quite dangerous, and being able to navigate through those tasks unscathed while making steady progress to become a Soldier-Level Hunter Team indicates that this Hunter Team is fully capable of handling future missions.
Although adapting to more challenging tasks may involve ups and downs, every mission carries a certain level of risk. As long as their approach is sound and they persist, they will eventually adapt. They have indeed endured until now, but the real challenges are just beginning.
From this point onward, each mission is likely to increase in difficulty. Compared to previous tasks, the rise in difficulty may not be immediately apparent because challenges always escalate gradually; it is impossible for them to suddenly spike to a high level.
Reaching such heights would lead to an immediate increase in casualty rates. Additionally, some hunters may not be adequately prepared, or their error rates might rise during missions, leading to foreseeable consequences.
At this moment, Freyr recalled some old friends from the past, such as Guo Yu, Zhao Tingting, and his comrades from the military like Duan Shuai. He wondered what they were doing now. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, which still contained numbers from his past.
Some of these contacts had fallen out of touch, but the phone still held messages from years ago. He hadn't used this phone in a long time; with advancements in technology, he rarely relied on such outdated devices. After all, using it could leave traces for others to follow, and for someone in his profession, leaving behind clues could lead to dire consequences.
However, there was nothing wrong with using this phone, and he wasn't afraid of being disturbed by anyone. He could easily discard it or deactivate the SIM card if he wanted. Yet he hesitated because he cherished the information stored within and the connections tied to those numbers.
After some contemplation, he couldn't resist opening one of the contacts. He typed a brief message and sent it: "Are you doing well? Let's talk. My team needs recruits like you. Can you come help me, Old Comrade?"
The owner of this number was Froth, though Freyr struggled to recall much about him—only that he remembered him as a strong man.
After a long wait, Froth replied promptly: "Oh? It's you, old friend! I'm here at my hometown and doing quite well. You need people? Where are you stationed now?" Perhaps Froth had long forgotten about his Old Comrade.
After all, it had been several years; no one could remember everything so clearly.
Freyr couldn't even recall Froth's appearance; it was understandable that their memories of each other were likely faint at best.
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