Chapter 89: Hell

Ding ding ding—!!!

The sharp whistle echoed through the pitch-black night sky, completely shattering the silence of the dormitory area.

Lin QiYe abruptly woke up from his sleep, glancing at the Rolex that was being used as a table leg support. His brows furrowed slightly.

"Three in the morning... Is this really necessary?"

He quickly got out of bed, put on his military uniform, and slapped his slippers on BaiLi PoPo's sleeping face. The latter grunted twice, licked his lips, and lazily turned over to continue sleeping.

Lin QiYe: ...

Lin QiYe didn't bother with him. As he was getting dressed, he pushed open the door. Just before it closed, he spoke lazily:

"I heard Mo Li likes women."

!!!

BaiLi PoPo shot up from his bed like he had just had a nightmare. He looked up at the empty bed across from him and finally understood what had happened.

"Are they crazy? I've only had four hours of sleep... QiYe, QiYe bro!! Wait for me!!"

BaiLi PoPo hurriedly put on his pants and pushed open the door, only to find many people already rushing toward the training field. He scratched his head in frustration and sprinted after them.

In the dark night, Lin QiYe's speed was astonishing. By the time he arrived at the training field, only three instructors were standing stiffly, and there were no other recruits in sight.

Instructor Hong looked at Lin QiYe, the first to arrive, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

After Lin QiYe, the other recruits began to arrive one by one. Instructor Hong held a stopwatch, seemingly waiting for something.

When the last few recruits arrived, Instructor Hong glanced at the drowsy group below, his voice low:

"Today marks the official start of your training camp!

Let me... teach you what discipline is! What execution is!

When you hear the whistle, no matter what you're doing, you must arrive at the training field in three minutes!!"

Instructor Hong's gaze swept over everyone, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Now, everyone who took more than three minutes, step forward!!"

A few recruits automatically stepped forward from the group, while most of the others whispered among themselves.

"Instructor, what if we didn't check the time and don't know how many minutes we've taken?" one recruit asked, raising his hand.

Instructor Hong gave him a quick glance. "You, go run ten laps."

Recruit: ???

"I just asked..."

"I told you to run ten laps! Don't you understand?"

"… Yes."

At that moment, a middle-aged man with a military posture suddenly spoke up loudly:

"Report!"

Instructor Hong's eyes lit up. "Speak!"

"If we don't know how long it took, what should we do?"

"Then just guess! Gamble! I've recorded the time it took everyone to get here. You can take a guess—if you're right, nothing happens. If you're wrong... double punishment!"

"Yes!"

"Have you been in the military?"

"Former special forces from the Army Combat Brigade, Zheng Zhong!"

Lin QiYe glanced at the middle-aged man from the corner of his eye, his expression somewhat complicated.

Another special forces soldier transferred to the Nightwatchers, huh... Wasn't Old Zhao the same when he first joined the recruit training camp?

Instructor Hong nodded slightly, moving his gaze from Zheng Zhong. "I'll say it again, anyone who's late... step forward!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, over half the recruits stepped forward, and BaiLi PoPo reluctantly did the same. Although he wasn't sure how long he had taken, he figured it was definitely over three minutes.

As for Lin QiYe, he remained still in the lineup, not moving an inch. He wasn't sure of his exact time, but he was certain it didn't exceed two minutes.

Once everyone was standing at attention, Instructor Hong pointed to a few recruits in the lineup.

"You, you, you, and you, step out and go to the back."

The recruits who were pointed at looked embarrassed but walked to the back and formed a new line.

"Those who stepped out just now, put on a weighted pack and run ten laps around the training field. The ones I pointed out to step forward, wear a weighted pack and run twenty laps. No rest until you finish!"

The recruits groaned in dismay as they walked to the side of the field, each putting on a weighted pack and beginning to run around the quiet training field.

Meanwhile, Lin QiYe sat leisurely in place, watching them run.

"Hmm? I... I can't sense my Superpower anymore!" Suddenly, a recruit beside Lin QiYe exclaimed.

"Me neither!"

"I didn't even notice it until you mentioned it! What's going on?"

"It must be the special item mentioned by Instructor Yuan, the one that suppresses the Superpower, right?"

"I really can't feel it at all. It's such a weird feeling..."

"..."

Lin QiYe was stunned.

What?

You can't sense your Superpower anymore?

I just used the [Starry Night Dancer] enhancement to run over here...

Lin QiYe focused for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

Unlike the others, Lin QiYe could still sense his Superpower. Both [Mortal God Realm] and [Starry Night Dancer] were still within him...

However, their effects seemed to be significantly reduced.

The range of his mental power perception had shrunk from a 20-meter radius to just 2 meters. His dynamic vision was also greatly weakened, but the enhancement from [Starry Night Dancer] was the least affected—he could barely detect any unusual changes.

He guessed that the special item in the training camp could suppress the Superpower, but its effect on the God's Domain wasn't as strong, only reducing its power.

Unlike the use of his mental power through [Mortal God Realm], [Starry Night Dancer]'s power came from the night itself, so the special item had a minimal effect on it.

In other words, Lin QiYe was probably the only recruit in the training camp still able to use his Superpower.

Of course, Lin QiYe knew when to hold back. He wasn't going to recklessly use his Superpower to lessen his physical burden. The whole point of coming to the training camp was to hone his skills. If he relied on his Superpower to cheat, what was the point of being here?

In the distance, Lin QiYe could vaguely see a chubby recruit struggling at the back, moving slowly, his legs dragging...

Not far ahead of him was Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu didn't look like he couldn't run, but he was moving lazily. If it weren't for the occasional long stride, Lin QiYe would have thought he was just strolling in his own backyard.

As they were running, Shen Qingzhu yawned.

"Hey, you! Are you walking? Run faster!!" Instructor Hong frowned, glaring at Shen Qingzhu as he cursed.

Shen Qingzhu took a few token steps, then slowed down again, seemingly ignoring the instructor's words and continuing in his own swaggering style.

"Like to walk, huh? Fine, add ten more laps! You'll run them all today, or you'll run until you drop dead on this field!"

Instructor Hong seemed genuinely angry now. "Two hours to finish them! If not, I'll add another ten laps! Keep going until you pass out!"

Shen Qingzhu's brow furrowed. He glanced at Instructor Hong on the stage, spat to the side, then started running seriously.

Thirty laps. It took him a full hour and a half.

As for BaiLi PoPo's ten laps... he also ran for an hour and a half.

However, Instructor Hong could see that he was really giving it his all. With the defiant Shen Qingzhu ahead, Hong seemed to like the chubby guy a lot more and didn't push him too much.

When BaiLi PoPo finally collapsed on the ground, the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon. Everyone else had more or less completed their laps.

Lin QiYe helped the nearly lifeless BaiLi PoPo back to the dormitory. The latter immediately collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, looking like he was about to die.

"Damn... I've run half a lifetime's worth of steps tonight... I'm dead tired... I'm going to sleep for a while..."

Before BaiLi PoPo could finish, a sharp whistle rang out again from outside...