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Upon hearing these words, Freyr was immediately filled with emotion.
The thought of being supported by his companions made it clear to him that they were not only his allies but also crucial pieces in the puzzle of his future quest for revenge.
He wiped his moist eyes, feeling a pang in his nose, and immediately displayed a deeply moved expression.
Gatfrens could see that his previous words had made an impact.
During his observation, he wrote down thoughtful comments on Freyr's assessment paper, unable to hide the admiration that showed on his face.
"Um, Headmaster, you didn't just call me here for a casual chat, did you?" Freyr asked.
"Haha, my child, of course not. Through my evaluation of you, I know very well that you are a person with a strong sense of responsibility. For your awareness, I will write you a better evaluation on your assessment paper, which can earn you many credits. However, I also understand that you feel lost about the future. I would like to know more about this, but I will never force you to share."
Gatfrens held a quill in his hand, dipping it into the ink beside him while writing with an appreciative expression.
"Yes, yes. Their actions truly move me, but I find myself wondering what I can do for them," Freyr spoke again, feeling as if he was taking advantage of their kindness.
Gene Pills were rare treasures in the future; even the lowest quality D-Class Pill could stimulate latent abilities at the genetic level.
For an ordinary adult without combat experience, taking these pills could maximize physical vitality. Different pills enhanced different abilities.
The case of using B-Class Gene Pills ground into powder for bathing was unprecedented.
Impurities were expelled through sweat during circulation, gradually transforming the body into one free of contaminants.
In his past life, Freyr had seen many types of Gene Pills and had consumed a wide variety. However, compared to then, his current physique was much stronger from the start in this life. The thought of future changes excited him immensely.
Yet amidst this excitement came a cold splash of reality: he struggled to face the companions who had helped him.
The debt of gratitude weighed heavily on him; after all, Gene Pills were highly rare substances. Their scarcity made them valuable. If distributed reasonably, their worth could be greatly realized, potentially forming an elite ground force. Even someone with the worst physique could achieve tremendous enhancement by drinking water infused with a B-Class pill.
Now, he crushed it into Dust and soaked it in water, wasting the value of the pill itself.
Freyr felt that his physique had noticeably improved, and the excess impurities in his body were expelled, making him feel stronger.
He resembled a muscular person without any excess fat, but his muscle strength distribution was still not perfectly refined. In his previous life, he had become the nemesis of the Zerg, smashing the ground and tearing through the air, his speed breaking the Sonic Barrier.
But even at this level, he was quite formidable. Now, if he were to confront his former classmate from Wreck-It Ralph, he could calmly use force to completely shatter that person's confidence.
"Don't worry; they are very generous. When I mentioned the purpose of the Gene Pill to the children, they resolutely chose to help stabilize your collapsing Gene Chain instead of improving their own physiques. What a noble friendship! You must not let down those companions who care for you. I gave each of them extra credits; now they are all happily accepting their rewards. This is a gift from them to you. For the next three and a half years, the academy will focus on nurturing you," Gatfrens Principal spoke earnestly.
"You don't need to think too much about it. You are now a student. No matter how excellent your military training results are, even if you have a perfect body, there are still many academic challenges to overcome before you step onto the battlefield. What you need to do now is calm down and prepare for your studies."
Freyr didn't say much. Although he understood a lot about the Zerg, that knowledge was deeply engraved in his mind and could not be easily erased. However, he did not consider himself a perfect elite; he still needed to learn to change his future.
In the future, talents were rapidly dwindling. Many military strategists delayed humanity's extinction through their efforts, merely postponing it by several decades. This was not because the Zerg was invincible; rather, there were too few talents at that time. For Freyr, who had transitioned from a post-war position to a secondary role, as talents faded away, he became a pillar of the Joint Defense Force.
Freyr could be considered a powerhouse of that era. Many wise individuals from his generation perished on the battlefield due to their heavy responsibilities. He frequently achieved victories based on his explosive instincts, but the sheer number of insects was beyond calculation. In many wars, he felt a deep sense of helplessness as a commander. Because of this, after each battle, the already scarce numbers of the Joint Defense Force continued to dwindle. Eventually, some new recruits who had just learned to control mechs had no choice but to rely on poor simulation tests to face sudden catastrophic battlefields.
Overall, there was a lack of both wisdom and leadership in war; perhaps if humanity had both, there might still be hope for a bright future. Regarding wisdom, modern Freyr recognized a suitable candidate nearby and clearly intended to recruit this person as well. The military training results were meant to test these incoming students' teamwork abilities; evidently, some issues arose but ultimately progressed in a positive direction.
The lamentable past had now become an era of aftermath and could potentially become a major enemy in this later period. At this moment, Freyr had to consider that Noah University divided its studies into elite classes, key classes, and regular classes. In the past, Freyr had been a slacker in regular classes and was quite unclear about how those talented individuals in elite classes conducted their lessons. This realization made him sigh; previously, he only cared about attractive girls without realizing that those same girls could outshine him in knowledge at forty years old.
Freyr did not care how perfect those studious Science Students were; after all, only a few survived back then. Most people sacrificed themselves during explosive missions. Freyr had visited several shelter hospitals where each hospital displayed a list of casualties at its entrance. Each time he went there, he would read out names of former university classmates from that list. Reading those familiar names made his soft heart tremble violently and reminded him of friendships from university days.
All these tragedies seemed like bubbles turned into an eternal dream but could also be events that might happen in reality in the future. He stood lost in thought for quite some time without speaking; Gatfrens assumed he was pondering over the question just asked since Freyr remained silent and dazed.
"Silence is often the best answer, while sharing is simultaneously the greatest teacher. Here with me, you can speak freely without worrying about so-called class systems. We are both teacher and student as well as friends; I hope you can treat our conversations with that friendship," Gatfrens continued.
"Well, I don't have much on my mind right now, Principal Gatfrens. The reason I'm silent is that I'm contemplating—thinking about the past and future—the current situation is quite grim," Freyr finally replied.
Gatfrens's eyes lit up as he laughed heartily, "Hahaha, you are truly amazing! I am so proud of you. This is the real deal, but not many people know about it. Those theoretical scholars who boast that the shelter is impregnable are full of nonsense. I believe the most pressing issue is to change the current military strength of the Alliance Defense Corps. Clearly, if time allows, I would really love to have a drink with you and have a good chat."
"Why not?" Freyr blinked and replied.
Gatfrens fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "Alright, the inquiry is over. Your assessment score is a B. I hope you can keep up the good work in the new academic year. You should know that many outstanding strategists don't even match your current score." He then tossed the school uniform and student ID card onto the table, his expression slightly serious. Principal Gait Foster suddenly showed a cold demeanor.
Freyr stepped forward to take the uniform, unwrapped it, and put it on. It was an attractive brown uniform, something only noble children could wear. However, on him, it looked more like attire for a dandy, and one couldn't help but wonder how many women would fall victim to his charm. He stuffed the student ID into his uniform pocket, bowed deeply, and then left the office.
In the office.
Gatfrens sat on a leather sofa, pulling out a glass from a nearby cabinet. He took a bottle of Champagne from an Iron Container filled with ice and poured it into the glass after some consideration. He gazed at the deep red liquid in the cup and let out a quiet sigh.
On the table in front of him lay an opened letter. After reading its contents carefully, a hint of unease crossed his face. A difficult smile appeared as he swirled the liquid in his glass and gulped it down in one go.
"This child has an unwavering keen insight; I really don't know if your inherited traits are good or bad. But old friend, you should be proud to have such an extraordinary child. However, he has also inherited your temperament, and this disposition will affect his future. I will keep an eye on him for you; at least for now, I can't tell him about your existence. My apologies."
He was alone in the room, and under the dim light, Gatfrens remained silent for quite some time. His low murmurs sounded as if he were reporting to a superior—nothing strange about that—but halfway through, he couldn't help but start crying softly. If anyone had been around to witness it, they would surely think it was related to the earlier conversation with Freyr.
In fact, that wasn't the case at all. After crying silently for a while, Gatfrens stopped making any noise. He tidied up everything around him and put the letter back into its folder. Once he finished these tasks and straightened his clothes, he calmly said, "Alright, it's time to show some authority as principal. Children, let’s make those demons tremble and kneel in fear! Hahahaha~"
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