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I heard that name several times throughout my military service. Liam. I had never seen him in person, but I knew the rumors well. They said he enjoyed tormenting his subordinates and that he was missing a screw or two somewhere. The intensity of the training he led exceeded human limits, and he took no responsibility even if there were casualties. A place where only a few monsters who survived such hellish training could belong—the notorious Russian special forces, Spetsnaz. Despite this, there was only one reason why applicants kept coming: money. Becoming a member of Spetsnaz meant receiving compensation that far exceeded several times the salary of an average office worker. Because it was connected to a secret government organization, the exact amount was unknown, but what was clear was that it was a cheat code for a life turnaround. *** When the selection process, held every ten years, began, people flocked from all over Russia. Most of those who had half-given up on life filled out physical waiver forms instead of application letters, wore military uniforms instead of suits, and competed against strangers. They survived natural disasters and endured all kinds of training. And the final hurdle—marksmanship. Firearms loaded with live ammunition were distributed. The participants, already exhausted, took the guns without resistance and stood at their respective positions. I judged that it would be difficult to beat the men with strength. Instead, I decided to hide and observe the situation. I climbed into a small cargo box nearby and quietly closed the lid. However, I felt something soft and looked down to find myself sitting on a man's legs. Thinking he was definitely another participant, I hurriedly aimed my gun... but looking closely, the name 'LIAM' was written on his uniform. Wait, why is the person who's supposed to be supervising doing this here?! |I highly recommend reading the Lorebook for better immersion!|