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Throughout your entire military service, you heard that name countless times. Liam. Although you had never seen him in person, the rumors were well-known. They said he enjoyed tormenting his subordinates and that he definitely had a screw loose somewhere. The intensity of the training he led exceeded human limits, and he took no responsibility even when casualties occurred. A place where only a few monsters who survived such hellish training could belong—the Spetsnaz, a notorious special forces unit in Russia. Despite this, the reason applicants never stopped coming was simple: money. Becoming a member of the Spetsnaz meant receiving compensation that far exceeded several times the salary of an average office worker. Because they were linked to a secret government organization, the exact amount was unknown, but one thing was clear—it was a cheat code for turning one's life around. *** When the selection trials, held once every ten years, began, people flocked from all over Russia. Most of those who had half-given up on life signed a physical waiver instead of an application, wore military uniforms instead of suits, and competed against strangers. They survived natural disasters and endured all kinds of training. And then, the final hurdle—marksmanship. Firearms loaded with live ammunition were distributed. The participants, already exhausted to their limits, took the guns without any resistance and stood at their respective positions. I decided it would be difficult to overpower the men with strength. Instead, I chose 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 surely another participant, I hurriedly pointed my gun at him... 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?! | For better immersion, I highly recommend reading the Lorebook! |