Marshal, Please Calm Down Chapter 10

Translator: Callis
Editor: s.h.i.+ru

After many days of training, Wu Zimo finally got used to the shaky feeling of the mecha simulation cabin. Moreover, Salah and the others were becoming more proficient in their training, especially Salah himself, who was already ferocious in mecha to begin with. When Wu Zimo found the time to watch them train, he couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"Salah's innate piloting skills and diligence are really admirable."

He didn't know if it was because of Salah's example as a workaholic, but the others were training even more seriously. Wu Zimo saw his comrades concentrate seriously on training and nodded in satisfaction.

Three days before the school year a.s.sessment, the First Military Academy finally issued the regulation for this year's a.s.sessment. With only three days left, Wu Zimo felt that striking a balance between work and leisure was a must, so he dragged all of the struggling people out of the training room.

Glorify relaxation a little. They needed to have their best mental outlook to greet the a.s.sessment.

A group of nine people gathered in the First Military Academy's public square. They weren't the only ones. The First Military Academy's largest square was crowded with people. Everyone looked up to see the regulations of this school year's a.s.sessment.

Wu Zimo quickly read the regulations above and said, "These regulations are almost the same as the ones Lyle heard about, but there are restrictions on items a person can carry."

"You can only carry enough nutrient solution for a week. This shouldn't be a problem?" Lyle's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The a.s.sessment lasted a week, and it seemed normal to carry a week's supply of nutrient solution. But this time, they were facing Dimensional Zergs, so encountering all kinds of accidents wouldn't be strange.

Sentinels like Haney Bit, who received special training, didn't care at all about this regulation of the First Military Academy's. "Rest a.s.sured, XT781 is a primitive forest planet, so you don't have to worry about food. We sentinels, who receive special training regularly in the field, will never let you go hungry."

"Don't worry." Salah also shared rare words of rea.s.surance.

Liz also didn't think much about it. Now that she had joined Wu Zimo's team, she believed that her peers would deal with these problems. She just had to take charge of her own tasks.

Wu Zimo nodded and continued to point at the 3D image. "There's a limit to what you can carry. Liz, is the limit listed above okay?" Problems related to that field of study should be given over to people who studied it.

Liz nodded. "Not a problem, the restrictions above would only have an effect towards those who want to go astray." For instance, the Interstellar wars.h.i.+p Wu Zimo dreamed about in the beginning, such things really couldn't be brought.

"That's good. In these three days, everyone will be disbanded without training. You will prepare the personal items you will need for the a.s.sessment." Wu Zimo said with a smile, "Comrades, I will see you in three days."

Wu Zimo was usually lethargic and lazy, and he didn't have any great ambitions. But during this period of time, other people naturally followed Wu Zimo's words and actions. Even Salah was no exception.

So when Wu Zimo said to not train for three days and to prepare their personal materials, everyone nodded, disbanded, and went back to prepare.

Only when he saw that everyone left, Wu Zimo said to Lyle, "Lyle, you go back first, I have something so I'm going to go to the library for a bit."

"Alright, I'll go back first." Lyle didn't know why Wu Zimo suddenly wanted to go to the library, but he didn't ask much and turned to leave.

After all his peers left, Wu Zimo didn't remain and went directly to the library.

Wu Zimo certainly didn't come because he wanted to read books or anything, but because he had found that the best place for the First Military Academy's network was in the library. To do what he needed to do next, he must be in the best place for the network.

"The sages told us not to engage in battles unprepared. Since XT781 was chosen as our a.s.sessment site, I refuse to believe that the male G.o.d hadn't prepared anything!"

That's right, Wu Zimo was going to pick the back door. Some people might not condone this behavior, but using Wu Zimo's words, relying on his strength to pick open the back door, what was there to be ashamed of?!

However, this was all just an excuse. In fact, Wu Zimo had long coveted that male G.o.d's family's network. "Heaven's Wrath Corps, what an overbearing name. The network's defense must be very fierce." With a thousand words summing all into one sentence, it made the hacker G.o.d's hands itch.

Wu Zimo poked at the Heaven's Wrath Corps' defense network with great enthusiasm. He really felt that the Heaven's Wrath Corps was the best of the three major legions in the Federation. Even the defense on the peripheral network couldn't be defeated by ordinary people.

With a bit of thought, Wu Zimo wasn't surprised that the Interstellar humans' greatest enemy were the Dimensional Zergs, but as the saying goes: fighting against the heavens is endless fun, fighting with people also brings infinite joy.

As long as humans possessed selfish motivations, the internal power struggles would never stop.

Not to mention the internal problems of the Interstellar Federation, on the opposite side of the Milky Way's Alpha Star Cl.u.s.ter was the Mola Star Cl.u.s.ter, an Imperial galaxy. Over the years, the Federation had clashed with the Mola Empire in the Alpha Star Cl.u.s.ter.

"Ah, the male G.o.d's home network is really strong. Well, I'll go slowly and softly, and be careful and cautious. I can never let the male G.o.d take notice!"

The stronger the defense was, the more it ignited Wu Zimo's fighting spirit. Perhaps this was the common fault of all hackers. It had been in Wu Zimo's previous incarnation. M Country's few formidable defenses were visited by hackers all day long. Trying to break through but still not being able to, the number of visitors was about the same as the number of supermarket patrons everyday.

Wu Zimo's techniques, having absorbed information from the Interstellar network and received Milia's preferential treatment and guidance, shot off like a rocket. In particular, what Wu Zimo had mastered was an even older form of the basic Network language.

The little gadgets he made in his free time, even if it were the Department Head Milia, they would need to give an arm and a leg to obtain them. Therefore, Wu Zimo discovered that he and the Department Head Milia, who was a scorching hot beauty and had a scorching hot temper, shared the same occupation. With this Interstellar senior's wholehearted guidance, it wasn't surprising that Wu Zimo could master it in such a short amount of time.

Although Wu Zimo was preoccupied with the Heaven's Wrath Corps' defense network, he also knew what his purpose was this time. He didn't want to steal the Corps' secrets, so he quickly searched for the First Military Academy's a.s.sessment after poking a small hole in the peripheral defense network.

Wu Zimo's purpose was very simple. XT781 was a primitive forest planet. Although it was close to the battlefront between the Federation and the Dimensional Zergs, there were only a few Zergs on this planet, and they were weak. There was no need to specially dispatch troops to clean up the planet. Besides, the planet's value wasn't very high.

Among the planets under the Interstellar Federation's jurisdiction, if there weren't a thousand such planets, then there were at least a few hundred. There were also many such forested planets, devoid of precious minerals.

So if there were Dimensional Zergs on such a planet, under normal circ.u.mstances, they would hire from the Mercenary's Alliance for the clean up mission.

This time, because the top three of the First Military Academy's a.s.sessment would get to intern with the Heaven's Wrath Corps, Marshal Alman changed the task to 'Eliminate the Zergs'. Using the Marshal's words, soldiers who hadn't experienced the baptism of blood and fire weren't worthy of entering the Heaven's Wrath Corps at all.

"Oh, I finally found it." Wu Zimo carefully scoured the Heaven's Wrath Corps's peripheral network for the information he was looking for, and soon, he found a doc.u.ment about Planet XT781.

"Good, let me see where the most Zergs on the planet are."

That's right! This was Wu Zimo's purpose.

How big could one planet be? Looking through XT871's data, it was almost the same size as Earth! Looking for targets in such a large area, unless he was equipped with a tracker, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. They only had a week of time. Wu Zimo didn't want to waste time looking for the Zergs.

Wu Zimo soon downloaded all the materials he needed to his light brain and said, "Kekeke, the task is completed." Having finished his task, Wu Zimo grinned and his eyes s.h.i.+fted. No one knew what kind of wild plan he was concocting.

"I don't know if there's any information about the male G.o.d in the network." Wu Zimo muttered. His hands moved quickly, placing both of them on his light brain. The speed of his typing made his hands look like a mirage.

"Hey! The people of the Heaven's Wrath Corps don't know how to play the game. Since they're that close to the male G.o.d, why not share some of the male G.o.d's photos and information!"

The members of the Heaven's Wrath Corps that Wu Zimo cursed at expressed that they were very innocent, alright?! Marshal Alman was their idol too. Who didn't want to enjoy their idol's pictures together? However, even if the Marshal hadn't issued the ban, a large group of pressured youths shedding tears under the sun would use their blood and tears to tell you:

It was risky to pursue the male G.o.d, please be careful!

So over time, n.o.body dared to post information or picture of Marshal Alman online, and could only secretly indulge in their interest.

"Oh, what's this?" Failing to find a recent photo of his male G.o.d, Wu Zimo pouted. When he was preparing to log out, he saw a doc.u.ment transmitted through ordinary means, and it hadn't been encrypted yet!

However, Wu Zimo just casually glanced at it. Although he felt that the data was somewhat familiar, he didn't really care. The doc.u.ment wasn't encrypted, but since it was sent to the Heaven's Wrath Corps, it should be important.

Wu Zimo had his own professional ethics, which shouldn't be ignored.

Wu Zimo's interest wasn't piqued. He secretly withdrew from the Heaven's Wrath Corps' network and closed the breached back door. While he smugly went back to the dormitory, in the Heaven's Wrath Corps' command room, the busy and gloomy Rocard's light brain suddenly rang in his hands.

"d.a.m.n, who's looking for me again at this time?! Don't they know that this young master is so busy that he wants to die! I don't even have time to get intimate with my lover!" As he spoke, he gave a death glare to the iceberg sitting next to him.

As Scott's deputy running the Heaven's Wrath Corps, Rocard felt that, in these days, a single slip of the mouth had caused never ending sorrow. If he hadn't promised Scott, then he wouldn't be as he was now, busy as a dog. He didn't even have time to romance his lover!

However, there was no most painful thing in the world, just more painful things. Rocard's contracted guide was surprisingly also a fan of the Marshal, so Rocard's days could be imagined. Deep water and scorching fire wouldn't be sufficient to describe his internal misery.

"Oh, it's my darling?" When he saw the number he could recite backward on his light brain, the irritated Rocard immediately turned into a pure little sheep. Scott couldn't help but give him a sidelong glance.

When everyone but MC and ML are in a relations.h.i.+p (ノД`)・゜・。