"Today is my eighth day in the training camp. I think I should do something. My teammates look at me very wrongly. They are eager to replace me. I understand their eyes. That kind of look is called greed.
It's time for me to take action. The day before yesterday, Palmer got into a fight with someone while cooking because no one was helping him. He was resentful of the rest of us, and I thought this was a good opportunity.
I decided to create a conflict, beat up the person who bullied Palmer, and let everyone know that I am with them, that I, as captain, will stand up for them, and that I am worthy of their support."
ninth day
"I succeeded. I beat up the person who bullied Palmer. Palmer looked at me in shock. He never thought I would do this.
Although the others didn't say anything, they consciously surrounded me during the meal, like a pride of lions surrounding a lion king. It seems that my plan was successful and they recognized me."
tenth day
"I was put in solitary confinement because of a fight, and they reduced my meals to one meal a day.
But it was worth it. Palmer came to see me and he secretly gave me a steamed bun as a reward for my standing up for him.
I thought that Palmer and I were half-friends, and if I asked him for some innocuous little thing, he wouldn't refuse me.
This is a good start. Only by winning the support of more people can I keep my position and even climb higher."
Thirteenth day
"After three days of confinement, I was released and returned to my team.
I got a hero's welcome, and the other teams treated us with a little more respect, knowing I wasn't a wimp."
15th day
"This is my fifteenth day in the training camp. I have lived a fulfilling life in the past half month. A good diet and high-intensity exercise have made me look a lot stronger.
The daily cross-country training continues. From non-weight-bearing cross-country to armed cross-country and then to physical training, it only took fifteen days for us to become completely transformed.
Clean new clothes were distributed, and we wore uniform training uniforms and practiced neatly, which made us feel more like a whole."
first month
"A month has passed and I still hold the position of captain. Although I am not excellent in terms of physical fitness alone, I have gained a lot of points in other aspects.
If you want to take the position of captain in the Knights, you must have at least equal parts of wisdom and courage. I have done quite well in this regard.
At the level of squad leader, there have been hundreds of people among us, but there has not yet been a squadron leader among us, let alone a company leader above.
The instructor told us that the vacant positions were reserved for us, but we were just not good enough.
I think these positions will be open to us when we become true professionals."
third month
"In the third month of the training camp, we started to learn combat skills.
Two-handed swords and knight spears are our main weapons, and the training method is the wisdom knight training method issued by the temple.
It is said that this training method was created by the True God, and is divided into professional level, legendary level, and demigod level. As long as you practice persistently, you can theoretically reach the level of third-level demigod, only one step away from igniting the divine fire.
Demigod is too far away for us, let’s set a small goal first and become a professional.”
fourth month
"We train very hard, and with the help of the temple's secret medicine, we make rapid progress.
In just a few months, some of us have reached the threshold of professionals. The instructor said that this is talent. Some people have high talent in cultivation, and some people have low talent in cultivation. The latter requires a lifetime of hard work to achieve achievements.
In the eyes of the former, it is a joke.
Fortunately, my cultivation talent is not low. Even if I am not gifted, it is not worse than most people.
My friend Palmer is not so lucky. His cultivation talent is extremely low. In contrast, his spiritual attributes are beyond ordinary people and he is a natural caster. The instructor is preparing to recommend him to the priest department.
He doesn't want to leave. We are not new here. I heard that Father Balk of the priest faction doesn't like us. If Palmer goes to the priest camp, it's hard to say whether he will be cultivated by the priest faction, and in
After several months of getting along, we have become familiar with each other. Habit is a good thing, it can make you lazy and make you not want to leave."
fifth month
"On the fifth month of the training camp, Palmer still left. Before he left, he told me that the temple was divided into two groups, one civil and one military. The knights were responsible for actions, and the priests were responsible for appeasing the believers.
He will work hard to climb up the priest camp. If he becomes a cardinal in the future, he will transfer me to his temple to serve as the captain of the temple guard.
I smiled at this, Palmer is not as good a person as I am, and when he becomes a cardinal, I am afraid that I will become the head of the knights."
sixth month
"Someone among us has become a professional. It is the man named Bolt. When he became a professional, he awakened the talent of speed. Both in terms of strength and potential, he is stronger than ordinary professionals.
In this way, Bolt became the first squadron leader among us, with eight teams and nearly a hundred people in charge.
I would like to mention here that our team has been expanded from the previous seven to twelve people.
We have a clear division of labor. Some are responsible for reconnaissance, some are responsible for support, some are responsible for assault, and some are responsible for rearguard. The combat method of a team of twelve people will be our main method of action in the future."
seventh month
"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, the six-month special training is over. We have gained a lot, but we have also lost a lot.
During the operation at the end of June, we wiped out a gathering place of bandits. As the team leader, I had a duty to do so, and my hands were stained with the blood of bandits.
This is not the first time I have killed someone. I have transformed into a devil in other worlds and killed countless creatures.
But this time it’s different, it’s so real that if it weren’t for the property panel, I wouldn’t be able to tell whether it was a game or reality.
The NPCs here have feelings, stories, preferences, and personalities. I don’t know what’s the difference between them and me. Are they really NPCs?
I'm not sure because I never dare to show my identity. Whenever I want to do that, the system will remind me not to do that. I don't know what will happen if I don't listen to the system and forcefully tell others my identity as a player.
What.
That is definitely not a good result. I know this very well. I also don’t know if other players have also received system warnings like me.
Maybe, I have never found other players. They may exist and hide around me, but I can't identify them.
I feel very lonely. This is the loneliness that belongs to players. It seems that I am the only one left in the world.
I learned to adapt, imagining myself as a native, just like everyone else around me, and forgetting about my identity as a player.
This method is very effective and makes me feel more and more like I belong to the world of gods. Everything I had in the past was just a big dream, and sometimes it feels unreal when I think about it.
But soon, a special accident broke my illusion.
This is something that happened at the end of July, when we completed the half-year special training of the Knights and were transforming from stragglers to real knights.
At this moment, a reserve knight in the training camp went crazy. He was talking nonsense and words that none of us could understand.
His eyes were so crazy and helpless, as if he wanted to say something to us, but we couldn't understand it at all.
Some people said that this man was driven crazy by the high-intensity training, while others said that he went crazy because his talent was so poor that he had no hope of becoming a professional.
But I don’t think that’s the case. It’s more like he suffers from a language barrier and is unable to express his true thoughts.
Moreover, the loneliness in his eyes felt familiar to me. I had had that look in my eyes before.
Unfortunately, before I could get in touch with him, this person who made me feel familiar died.
He committed suicide and cut his own neck with a dagger. Before he died, I lay beside him and vaguely listened to him say: I am going offline."