6. Passing the simulation.
6. Passing the simulation.
A week had passed.
The bastards at the training camp must have been determined to drain the energy out of these cadets so they wouldn't get any bad ideas, because they worked them to the absolute bone. If it weren't for the Ion Buster, Kal would have just quit halfway through. He would've thought a fucking prison would be better than this.
Of course, thanks to the Ion Buster, he proudly took first place in the physical fitness test. ...Honestly, it was a scam bordering on fraud, but hey, if you don't get caught, it's all good. Besides, who would ever imagine that some bastard coming to this shitty training camp would have a physical enhancement device implanted in his body? If someone had that kind of wealth, they'd go somewhere much nicer and more comfortable.
Anyway, that's how the Commander's son, receiving the envious gazes of his peers in [Dormitory 5], was granted free time on Saturday morning. While everyone else was running their asses off, he stayed in the [Dormitory] and savored the leisure with a cup of cheap coffee. If only there were a woman here to suck his dick deliciously, it would have been perfect....
And Saturday afternoon was mental education.
Actually, that was the time the fellow trainees were looking forward to so much. Of course, not because of those boring, uninspiring classes meant to cultivate military spirit, but because of the female trainees they would meet in the classroom.
Naturally, Kal, who hadn't been able to get any proper fucking in a long time, was just as horny. The ambition he had stated in front of the examiner back then wasn't just made up. Isn't fucking at a training camp a sport where you can enjoy the ultimate thrill?!
Even though there probably weren't many women with high-class pussies in this shitty training camp, it was still better than not fucking at all.
The members of Group 5, who had been talking about their contemplations regarding women's pussies, soon went to the lecture hall under the guidance of the assistant instructor. The place was already bustling with people.
Actually, Kal was also quite famous among the female trainees. Because he was a stunningly handsome man, the likes of which were as rare as a rare creature in this dump of a training camp on the outskirts. They were probably harassing each other, saying things like, "His dick looks tasty," or "My pussy is trembling."
"God dammit, I'm so fucking jealous."
Trash Captain felt the gazes of the women directed at Kal indirectly from the side. So this is what the life of handsome bastards is like.
"But would you believe me if I said I haven't even seen a pussy in over a year?"
"Would you believe that, you cheating bastard? I bet if you went over there right now and asked them to show you their pussy, they'd do it, god dammit."
"Oh? Should I try it?"
"Go ahead and try it, you bastard."
Of course, that was just talk; there was no way that would be possible with the assistant instructor watching them with bloodshot eyes.
Soon, the boring education began. Naturally, the fellow trainees, both men and women, were busy rolling their eyes, trying to find out who was pretty and who was handsome. And if they happened to make eye contact, they would exchange subtle glances.
After the long yet short education time ended, each group returned to their [Dormitory]. As soon as they returned, the topic of conversation was, naturally, who among the female trainees was the prettiest.
Especially Rat Iyakin, who was well-informed about rumors, stuck his sneaky face in and chatted excitedly.
"You know, there's the daughter of a transport unit special sergeant from Hel-Lugan, and apparently her face is pretty decent."
"God dammit, it's a bit tricky to mess with a military family..."
As Trash Captain muttered that, Pig let out a cackling sound like a pig being slaughtered.
"Who said she'd give it to you?"
"Shut your mouth, you virgin bastard."
"Fuck, I'm not a virgin!"
Then Kal, like the cheating bastard he was, said in a greasy voice.
"Oh, why are you only talking about sex. Let's live wholesomely, okay? A soldier should have an upright spirit."
"You son of a bitch... The world is soooo unfair, god dammit."
A while later, the assistant instructor came in and told them to prepare for dinner. They finished tidying up their spots and lined up in the hallway.
"Keep in step, forward march!"
Trash Captain, who had become the leader of Group 5, led the other four as they walked forward. Of course, the assistant instructor followed behind, watching them.
They went to the cafeteria, finished their tasteless dinner, and Group 5 returned to the [Dormitory] with the assistant instructor. Only then, finally getting some personal time, they showered, exercised, shot the breeze, or wrote letters. Or, if not that, they went into the shitter, thought about the women they saw today, and jerked off.
A while later, after the evening roll call was over, they lay down on their bunks.
"Ah, fuck, I want to have sex."
The end of the day concluded with Trash Captain's sex wish.
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The training camp life, which they had thought would take forever, had already passed by more than a month.
The basic military training plan finally began in earnest for the cadets who had barely managed to shed their greenhorn skins.
Since ships handle all large-scale battles anyway, the trainees trained in things like protecting their own bodies or establishing defensive lines to block enemies who had infiltrated the ship.
There were two main things they trained in.
One was marksmanship, the other was close-quarters combat.
Especially since the advent of that fraudulent item called a physical enhancement device, close-quarters combat training had become an essential course for all soldiers. Since energy guns were almost ineffective due to personal energy shields anyway, they fought close-quarters battles with powerful cutting blades.
However, marksmanship wasn't completely ignored either. The era of shooting guns on the front lines had passed, but they still supported allies from the rear with penetration guns.
Anyway, the trainee cadets would receive marksmanship training twice and close-quarters combat training three times every week. In other words, they had to spend every weekday afternoon working their asses off in combat training.
The only saving grace was that this training was done with men and women mixed together. Everyone knew that this combat training was the starting point for countless sex accidents. They would rub their bodies against each other, exchanging the smell of sweat, flesh, and blood—wouldn't comradeship bloom from that?!
Perhaps that was why Trash Captain also seemed to be looking forward to it greatly. He was probably determined to get a taste of pussy at this opportunity.
The training was conducted in virtual reality. They couldn't just go around shooting and slashing for real, could they?
Whether the synchronization version was low or not, there were cadets who occasionally complained of nausea, but most adapted well enough.
The cadets first learned marksmanship and how to respond to various situations, then fought offensive and defensive battles against AI. They were dropped randomly inside a virtual ship. In other words, the comrade they would fight with could be a man or a woman.
Of course, Kal hoped that his comrade wouldn't have a dick, but unfortunately, all three of the colleagues nearby were guys. The four cocksuckers—who were having terrible luck—stared at each other in bewilderment.
"What the fuck."
Still, the battle had already begun, so what could they do? They had to move and find a girl with a pussy.
Of course, the four guys didn't have names to introduce themselves to their own kind, so they decided to call each other by numbers. Kal became Number 2.
"Let's go."
This was an offensive battle. They carefully examined the enemy's defense system and advanced deeper inside. They all had personal energy shields, but since there was a limit to the charging capacity, they would quickly run out if they kept getting hit by energy guns.
The most active Number 1 gave various orders to the other numbers. Of course, in Kal's view, he was too inexperienced, but since it would be more dangerous if the command structure got messed up, he just followed what he was told for now.
They used cover well and slowly advanced forward. Already, the sounds of pew-pew shooting were rampant everywhere. Kal waited for the moment the surveillance turret aimed at his colleague and focused his attack on it, blowing it up. Unfortunately, perhaps because the virtual reality was an old version, the intensity of the energy gun was very weak. The turret, which should have blown up in three or four shots, blew up on the seventh shot.
But what could he do? He had to clear it somehow, even under these shitty conditions.
Meanwhile, that active bastard Number 1 got hit by the turret's barrage and was out. Number 2, Kal, didn't miss the opportunity and took command.
"Identify enemy positions!"
Kal told 3 and 4 to mark the enemy positions on the map. He checked the information displayed on the map and quickly planned a safe route.
"Number 3, Number 4, follow me!"
He crouched down and moved his feet quickly. At the same time, he didn't forget to check the positions of the turrets firing thick energy beams.
Kal hid his body behind a pillar for a moment, then quickly stuck his gun out and destroyed the turret quickly and concisely. And while he provided cover, he ordered 3 and 4 to move.
Advancing little by little like that, the three saw the trainee cadets who were already dead and sprawled out. It seemed like this side had been completely wiped out.
That's what happens when you just charge without thinking.
Kal also made good use of the hologram decoy function inherent in the energy gun.
However, the problem was passing through a long corridor without cover. There was also a turret there that only monitored this side, so it was by no means easy to break through. You'd have to be lucky for even one of the three to pass through.
So Kal went back and took all the personal energy shields from the dead bodies. In the meantime, the energy had also recovered to some extent.
Each shield would only last 2 or 3 seconds at most, but if they ran at full speed while using them all, it seemed like they could just about make it through.
"Give me all your shields."
"Why?"
"We just have to push through with our bodies. There's no time to shoot."
"Fuck, will that work?"
"If it doesn't, we die, what else."
3 and 4 cursed, saying "Fuck," and detached their shields to give to Kal. The total number of shields they now possessed was 6. That meant the given time was between roughly 10 and 15 seconds.
"Let's run our asses off. If you fall behind, you're just dead. Got it?"
"Okay."
The three took a deep breath one last time. And with Kal's signal, they started running down the long corridor at full speed.
Buwang buwang buwang buwang.
The number of beams hitting the shields was higher than expected. There must have been turrets hidden so they couldn't be seen.
This fucking...!
As soon as they started running, one shield was blown away. The skilled Kal immediately activated the hologram device of the energy gun and threw it hard into the air. For a moment, the barrage that had been flying in intensively was dispersed. Of course, it would only buy 2 or 3 seconds, but that was enough time to save their lives.
The three really ran their asses off.
The 4th shield was blown away. They were halfway there.
If he had the Ion Buster, he could have passed this distance in an instant, but unfortunately, it was virtual reality, so he couldn't use that ability.
Fuuuuuuuck.
The 5th one was smashed, and only the last shield remained.
And the moment the shield's energy ran out and his body was left defenseless, Kal threw his body forward with all his might. The other two also threw their bodies, but unfortunately, Number 4 got hit in the chest by an energy beam and died.
"Huff, huff."
Anyway, Number 2 and Number 3 barely survived and passed through the turret zone. Of course, they were in a situation with no shields and no energy guns, but the fact that they had passed through somehow was what mattered.
And they were the only team to pass this simulation. The rest were all dead. No, there wasn't even a team that had attempted to pass through the corridor in the first place.
The marksmanship instructor didn't spare any praise for the two who had achieved this amazing result. He seemed not to have imagined that anyone would pass this place from the first day.
"You're a truly amazing bastard."
His colleague, Number 3, also sent high praise to Kal.
Kal, who was already a famous person, became a capable man with even good skills.